<?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-6741165</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:51:53.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>peppermint-15</title><subtitle type='html'>~</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>138</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-115978218363754412</id><published>2006-10-02T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T17:44:26.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Angel to you, devil to me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be gone for the moment. I will be back after my Os, but i'm changing to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIVEJOURNAL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :DDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-115978218363754412?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115978218363754412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115978218363754412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#115978218363754412' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-115953711534919800</id><published>2006-09-29T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T21:38:35.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Let's waste time chasing cars.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of originality (&lt;em&gt;look who's talking), &lt;/em&gt;i wonder. So where's your so called originality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooooh. I found a new way to release my emotions, that isssss by &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RUNNNING.&lt;/span&gt; Cause i would be tired, and i wouldn't think of anything else. And also, i can lose some calories! Kill two birds with one stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One month left to the major exam. LAST LAP. Let's all gather start our "engines" and work towards our goal! I'm dreaming of A's and B's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeeeeeee. : D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-115953711534919800?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115953711534919800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115953711534919800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115953711534919800' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-115945335039199258</id><published>2006-09-28T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T22:22:30.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;It feels so right.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patron's day tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did Chemistry experiment, and this stupid gas just like travelled up to my nose and it's like choking me! I felt like dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, Chemistry is fun though it gets messy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-115945335039199258?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115945335039199258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115945335039199258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115945335039199258' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-115936148166761879</id><published>2006-09-27T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T20:51:21.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Being in my dreams again&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go Candy Empire!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm in love with the candies and chocolates there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone wanna be nice to buy me some from there???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-115936148166761879?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115936148166761879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115936148166761879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115936148166761879' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-115927403141275503</id><published>2006-09-26T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T20:33:51.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Just like the rain, washes it all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm fat! Maybe not fat, but i think i'm putting weight. I have been eating chocolates, i always have a craving, i don't know why! Or maybe it makes me cheerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendster is super screwed up. It's playing hide-and-seek. I have pending testimonials but i can't seem to accept them. Damn irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abcdefghijk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't people understand me? Is it me or is it them? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT MY FUTURE KOREAN BOYFRIEND. Or if possible, husband. : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been really crappy these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a headache which doesn't want to disappear, it's stuck on me. And when i have many thoughts, it'll hurt even more. Maybe, I shouldn't think so much. If only this could apply to studies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-115927403141275503?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115927403141275503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115927403141275503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115927403141275503' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-115892974191376726</id><published>2006-09-22T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T20:55:41.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Can't you feel my heart beat slow?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Brenda! Anyway, I wanna thank the people who remembered and wished me happy birthday! And, Nicole Benny, thanks for the present okay! It's so nicely done please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was pathetic, only 17 people in 4B came, i came okay! Initially, i wanted to skip school but decided not to cause we had chemistry lessons. Chemistry was fun!! Mr Y was damn hilarious. I finished this step and i just wanted to heat the large test-tube again for a short while to see if there's any changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda : &lt;em&gt;(holding the test-tube, without using the wooden tong, heating it without putting on the goggles)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Y : Brenda, your hand is made of steel is it?&lt;br /&gt;Brenda : &lt;em&gt;(looks innocently)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't trying to repeat the experiment! Just trying for a short while, at the same time realising that i didn't use the wooden tongs and googles. I'm such a muddle-head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-115892974191376726?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115892974191376726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115892974191376726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115892974191376726' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-115883545008252746</id><published>2006-09-21T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T18:44:10.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Maybe our love would catch like fire. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired! I don't know if i should go school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, Caroline is nice, she treated me ice cream for my birthday. Advanced present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. I'm super pissed with this person. I'm so sorry but i'm not like someone who you can just be at your beck and call. And i will never be head over heels over you. Cause you're not worth my precious time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abcdefg. I'm angry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-115883545008252746?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115883545008252746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115883545008252746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115883545008252746' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-115866650933916598</id><published>2006-09-19T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T19:48:29.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Do you remember the times?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's wrong with her. There could only be three things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Mood swings.&lt;br /&gt;2) It's just her normal mood. &lt;em&gt;(maybe i'm being paraniod)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I've done something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna have a Livejournal! But i only intend to have it after my O's. Soooooo means this blog might be deleted OR I have like two online diaries. I shall decide after O's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nan non wonhaneundae, non ddamsarame itsosor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-115866650933916598?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115866650933916598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115866650933916598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115866650933916598' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-115855075289121128</id><published>2006-09-18T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T11:39:14.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I love you so much more.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Now i might not want TA already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you seem so out of my reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael was being an ass. Read what he wrote to me in friendster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda: HI HI HI HO PENG YOU. I was friendster hopping, and i saw your face, so i went to confirm if it's you and it's really you! HAHA. Long time no ssssseeeeeeeeeeee. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael: Hi Brenda! YEAH! IT'S ME. HAHA.ROFL. Uhms, yeah. But oh wells. :) ADD ME AS A FRIEND LAH. Aiyoh your profile is private. WTH. My e-mail is &lt;a href="mailto:--------------@gmail.com"&gt;--------------@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt; , and yes, you can contact me through MSN for that. ;) Hope all's going well for you! O's this year rite. Mine too. :d Prelims now.MSG BACK OKAY! Mike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh. I canceled some words, cause i don't think you want people to read right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nan nol wonhaneundae, non ddamsarame itsosor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-115855075289121128?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115855075289121128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115855075289121128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115855075289121128' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-115846370731470782</id><published>2006-09-17T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T21:41:10.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Girl from Mars.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick one! Off to study later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to go school on tomorrow, sooooo meansssss i can wake up later! And again bury myself with books! I'm currently having mood swings, i can get high suddenly, so &lt;strong&gt;beware.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite sad. My birthday is on friday, prelims end on wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i want/hoped to get &lt;em&gt;(evil laughter):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) TA TA!&lt;br /&gt;2) More tops and bottoms.&lt;br /&gt;3) Acessories.&lt;br /&gt;4) Ka-ching &lt;em&gt;($)&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;5) Get really good grades for O's! &lt;em&gt;(so i can go to good course i want in Poly or Jc)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) To be TALLER!&lt;em&gt; (like maybe 170+)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Ideal weight is 45kg &lt;em&gt;(but i will not resort to taking slimming pills or starving myself to death, i shall exercise!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) To build a stronger faith with God.&lt;br /&gt;9) Cookies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Zai jian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nan nol wonhaneundae, non ddamsarame itsosor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-115846370731470782?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115846370731470782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115846370731470782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115846370731470782' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-115841609143032206</id><published>2006-09-16T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T22:14:51.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;What a beautiful night, make everything right.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful love -The Afters. This song is super, uber nice to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love listening songs, don't know why! Maybe because the songs reflects my feeelings and moood. Now they are repeating the korean drama &lt;em&gt;Jewel In The Palace,&lt;/em&gt; you people out there must catch it if you haven't! It's on Saturday and Sunday, i think, on channel U, 7:30Pm to 9:30Pm. It's a pretty long show around &lt;em&gt;80&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;plus episode&lt;/em&gt;, but it's a really nice show to watch. I'm so addicted to korean dramas now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planned to learn korean language after my O's &lt;em&gt;(yes, you must be thinking i'm crazy),&lt;/em&gt; the language is really interesting and the people in Korea are polite. And yes, i went Korea last year during December. My dad chose the wrong month to go! It was winter there, reallllly cold. the normal day temperature is about -7 degrees, free air-conditioner. I only wore two sets of shirt inside and a big jacket, the cold wind can still penetrate through! I like the food there, especially that season was winter and the food that we consumed is like &lt;em&gt;"steamboat&lt;/em&gt;" a different version of chinese steamboat. And during winter, people there would drink this wine called Soju, to keep themselves warm, i only drink like three or four small cups, it's damn bitter!!! But it's really effective. It's a shopping paradise there! Alot of unique stuff to look and purchase. And cause it's winter, there's this waterfall which we stopped and took a look, the water kind of freezes mid-air, it's quite cool though, it's ice! At the bottom of the waterfall, there's still water flowing. I almost got blown away by the strong, cold wind. My teeth was chattering like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went Lotte World too! It's damn cool please! There's plenty of rides, but the queue is seriously long. It's as though the people were queuing like there's no tomorrow. So i didn't get to sit the rides, not even one! So my family and I were walking around and taking pictures. The things there are a little more expensive than here. We went skiing the next day! It was the best times of the trip! Cause i never skiied before, and the guy was teaching us how to wear the thingy&lt;em&gt; (i don't know what's that called), &lt;/em&gt;it was difficult to put on! Cause if we put on the right foot and when we bend over, it's a little hard to wear on the other foot. So in the end, the tour photography helped us put on. I think they had fake snow, and the funny thing is it's already -17 degrees there!! The tour guide lied to us! He said just need to wear one shirt inside and we would wear this special jacket that keeps us warm, i still felt damn cold. The first few tries were hilarious because all of us kept on slipping. And it's dangerous becuase there were other people skiing too, and i almost banged into people. I couldn't control my feet! But luckily they dodged in time if not there would be a collision! There's this incident, it's damn stupid. I fell down and i can't get up, because my hands were holding the stick &lt;em&gt;(i don't know what's the right word for that) &lt;/em&gt;and the blades were on my feet, and each time i tried to stand up, i end up falling again cause of the ice, so i'm like a helpless soul. But in the end i managed to stand up, after much efforts. But this time round, i fell again, i was like thinking&lt;em&gt; (oh man),&lt;/em&gt; it's gonna be a hard time standing up again. So this guy tried helping me up, which i succeeded in standing, and coincidentally, he fell down, i think it's because he lose the grip on the ice while trying to help me, so i had to pull him up too. We both laughed la! This whole journey was really fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;KOREA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I wouldn't mind going there again! I wanna go to Jeju Island. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nan nol wonhaneundae, non ddamsarame itsosor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-115841609143032206?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115841609143032206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115841609143032206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115841609143032206' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-115830732560770828</id><published>2006-09-15T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T16:02:05.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Cause everytime we touch, i get this feeling.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy! Geography was alright! It was much easier than mid-yrs but i hope i get better marks for prelims this round! I only studied volcano and human population, so good luck to me. The rest was common sense, actually thinking of it, i don't have much common sense either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm so exhausted. When can i put this heavy burden down?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nan nol wonhaneundae, non ddamsarame itsosor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-115830732560770828?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115830732560770828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115830732560770828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115830732560770828' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-115821839338795949</id><published>2006-09-14T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T15:33:53.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Breaking free.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the f-ck. My mood today was really ruined. Don't ask me why. Maybe my pe-iod is coming, that's why all the mood swings are swinging to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;@$^%$*&amp;^(*^$@#^(&amp;amp;#@!&amp;amp;*!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry and Biology was alright. YWT chose all the questions from the recent topics, i realised it is quite a relief for me, cause it's still quite fresh for me. Everyone is rushing online once they reach home, cause i'm online tooooo! I'm eating lunch and using internet, a multi-tasker. &lt;em&gt;(Hee)&lt;/em&gt; But i will only be online for a short while, got to study!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy. Everyone's trying to figure what my msn nick meant! Secret! My pervious post sounds wrong, chang chang and I are just friends. All those words are meant for someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Decided to add this. Hit and I's conversation. In bold is Hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;left winger, not anymore. V for VANADIUM ! says:&lt;br /&gt;hello brenda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Saranghago shibponeundae. says:&lt;br /&gt;YO YO&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left winger, not anymore. V for VANADIUM ! says:&lt;br /&gt;chein jun is the woodcutter right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Saranghago shibponeundae. says:&lt;br /&gt;haha yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;left winger, not anymore. V for VANADIUM ! says:&lt;br /&gt;his birthday was recently&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saranghago shibponeundae. says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;left winger, not anymore. V for VANADIUM ! says:&lt;br /&gt;then i said happy birthday wood cutter&lt;br /&gt;left winger, not anymore. V for VANADIUM ! says:&lt;br /&gt;drag the whole tree from the bush&lt;br /&gt;left winger, not anymore. V for VANADIUM ! says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saranghago shibponeundae. says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG!&lt;br /&gt;Saranghago shibponeundae. says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;Saranghago shibponeundae. says:&lt;br /&gt;you still RMB&lt;br /&gt;Saranghago shibponeundae. says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyeong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nan nol wonhaneundae, non ddamsarame itsosor. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-115821839338795949?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115821839338795949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115821839338795949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115821839338795949' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-115815528684723808</id><published>2006-09-13T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T21:48:06.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nan nol wonhaneundae, non ddamsarame itsosor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chang Chang did this for me, only he and I knows what it means! : D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-115815528684723808?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115815528684723808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115815528684723808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115815528684723808' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-115813235723549213</id><published>2006-09-13T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T15:25:57.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I'll give my love to you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social studies was alright, i think i was writing nonsense. These few nights was really horrible, i was really having weird, scary and dreams, i felt that it was really taking place at that time. When ever i think of the dream, i would just shudder at the thought of it. Just now, when i was taking an afternoon nap, i dream of being in a ______ _____ _______. Lucky lucky, it was all a dream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that __ knows it's my birthday on 22 sep, or better still maybe wish me Happy Birthday? I will be damn damn happy and get all high again.  : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, but i just like _______ at __ _____. And i know i would be just smirking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-115813235723549213?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115813235723549213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115813235723549213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115813235723549213' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-115807336989658255</id><published>2006-09-12T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T23:02:49.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm dying doing maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERSEVERE! YOU CAN DO IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-115807336989658255?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115807336989658255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115807336989658255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115807336989658255' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-115806219942403161</id><published>2006-09-12T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T19:56:39.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay! Thanks to Jiawei and Muneh for making my blog's template!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy now that my skin is changed! &lt;em&gt;(Oh man.)&lt;/em&gt; I have alot of maths homework given by Hui Ping. I have to so totally loveeeeeeeeee maths now. I got to grit my teeth and maybe place toothpicks in my eyelids to help me stay awake, that's like nonsense, or maybe i will drink coffee, but at the same time, it's bad for health, then i will eat Werther's Original to keep me out of distractions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I got to ZOOM off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-115806219942403161?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115806219942403161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115806219942403161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115806219942403161' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-115796954565083398</id><published>2006-09-11T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T18:13:43.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>UH OH. I DONE SOMETHING WHICH I SHOULDN'T HAVE. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGHSIGHSIGHSIGHSIGHSIGHSIGHSIGHSIGHSIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANOTHER ONE GONNA END UP THE SAME WAY AS THE OTHERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEI SHE MO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-115796954565083398?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115796954565083398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115796954565083398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115796954565083398' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-115778578475064885</id><published>2006-09-09T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T15:09:44.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;HAPPY 16TH BIRTHDAY WEITTTINNNNGGG! LOVES LOVES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I tell you people something real funny. Weiting accidentally dropped the chocolate cake on Diana's uniform and in turn Diana threw back at her. They kept throwing and throwing, cake fighting! Leilani, Pris, Clarene and I were the first to take our belongings and run away. The area outside library was a mess, chocolate cake smeared everywhere. King kong found out that we messed up the place and ordered us to clear the place, it must be spotless and clean, she said this is distorted fun, like oh-whatever. In the end, we all cleared up the area and Weiting's and Diana's pinaform were like dirttyyyyy. The end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-115778578475064885?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115778578475064885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115778578475064885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115778578475064885' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-115684574497046254</id><published>2006-08-29T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T18:02:24.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can't you feel my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anguish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-115684574497046254?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115684574497046254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115684574497046254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115684574497046254' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-115668258322598323</id><published>2006-08-27T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T20:43:03.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aiyer. I begin to like KS more and more. He's my eyecandy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, cut the crap. I just can't stand some people, so childish! Like hello, we are already 16 years old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-115668258322598323?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115668258322598323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115668258322598323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115668258322598323' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-115608217512738213</id><published>2006-08-20T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T21:56:15.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My parents are fcuking biased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut up, will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather hear nothing from you both than scoldings which my sister makes a big fuss out of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-115608217512738213?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115608217512738213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115608217512738213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115608217512738213' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-115582051511668655</id><published>2006-08-17T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T21:15:15.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ZONGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. I feel that my blogskin is uglyyyyy. You know what? I think i'm super, ultra emotional. BECAUSE. I read this story book&lt;em&gt; "Chocolate and blood"&lt;/em&gt;  and cried in the end, i know it sounds funny! It's about this girl called Vivian who is a human in the day and werewolf at midnight, she was together with this guy called Aiden, she had to chose either her identity and her family or him. It was kinda sad!! She got shot by him, but luckily she survived! And the ending was abrupt, it didn't say if she went with Aiden or her identity and her family. Aiyer. I hate this kind of ending!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa lao. I just hate it la. Stop being a UHU SUPERGLUE. You're being selfish to your own kind. Though, i didn't really liked her much either, but i just couldn't stand it. I could just see the expression in her eye, the feeling is awful and i know it. Cause i experienced it before and i'm sure you do too. And guess what, you didn't budge. You just sat there and gave some answer. &lt;em&gt;Oh-so-mature.&lt;/em&gt; Save your excuses.&lt;br /&gt;And, get this in your head. I'm not what you think i am from last time, really&lt;em&gt; different.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FULLLLLLLLLLL STEAM AHEAD! Books are my boyfriends for now. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-115582051511668655?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115582051511668655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115582051511668655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115582051511668655' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-115572459087550936</id><published>2006-08-16T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T18:36:30.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shit. So little time, so much to do. );&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to see eyecandy today at the Ice Cream Gallery. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-115572459087550936?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115572459087550936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115572459087550936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115572459087550936' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-115546318408141843</id><published>2006-08-13T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T17:59:44.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Holding the world right in my hands. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zomg. Class photo-taking is soooooooooooooo fun!!! Everyone looked prettyyyyyy. Leilani was damn mean to Tard la! Actually, i do agree of what she said. The dress, the hair, the everything! We were cam-whoring before the class photo please, girls what. The class photo was damn irritating, i stood at the last row for quite long in the not-so-high-heels, it's only one inch! I was suffering at the back! But, the photos are quite expensive, the funshot and the formal can amount to more than $10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to individual shots, we were also cam-whoring before individual turn starts. We did stupid poses. It's damn hilarious! But the photos is not with me, it's all in their cameras. So i will add image few days later! I think i'm gonna look like shit in the individual shot, i looked damn fair and the photography gave me a very weird pose. Zomg. I'm so gonna kill myself once i get the yearbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leilani was being mad yesterday, she said i was very pretty. But don't think so luhs.  :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-115546318408141843?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115546318408141843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115546318408141843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115546318408141843' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-115512667045429645</id><published>2006-08-09T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T20:31:10.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MY COW LA. Chinese O's are released this friday!!!! Damn scared la. Good luck to all! Please pray for me man, i need it ALOT. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-115512667045429645?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115512667045429645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115512667045429645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115512667045429645' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-115500929779925140</id><published>2006-08-08T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T11:54:57.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO DEAR BLOG! Sorry man. I have neglected you! You must be mouldy and waiting to "eat" up most entries. Okay. I shall update about Sunday's Youth Alpha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;We had potluck at Prim's house, played a couple of games. I swear the game about remembering each other food was the most exciting! But the photos is still with someone!! Guys, faster upload it!!!! I'm a pig please. I was like eating all the way and Scrappy kept sitting next to Prim, i think it wants a bit of what we were eating. Camelia and Fidelis had to leave early, and being the mischevious me, I hid behind the wall and when they came i say something &lt;em&gt;(i forgot exactly what i said)&lt;/em&gt; but they got pretty shocked by me cause they screamed! The last game was something to do with like everybody must write a poem on each others one, so in the end it would turn out to be a funny but does-not-rythm-and-make-sense poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. My post is short. Aiyer. : D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-115500929779925140?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115500929779925140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115500929779925140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115500929779925140' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-115426760252184619</id><published>2006-07-30T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T21:53:22.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's like it's been forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! This is my 112th post. &lt;em&gt;(Sheesshhh) &lt;/em&gt;I didn't realise i blogged that manyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;We had CIP at Bishan there. So I, Pris and Kellie sold 90 hearty pins in 2 hours! That's hard work okay. I bet we are the earliest! So we walked around and gave the tins a few minutes just before time is up.&lt;br /&gt;Meet up with blurry, ate ice cream at Ice Cream Gallery. We gossiped and had girls talk. Actually C &lt;em&gt;(if you're reading this&lt;/em&gt;), i personally admire you, though i just knew you for a few days, but i find you're a very strong person mentally. Despite what's happening around you, you still did not give up and fought back. That's really great, you know? And you even encouraged me! I think, compared to you, i'm really far back. Thanks for all the words you said, the nags and the laughters. I'm glad i knew you! I'm sure one day, things would be what you &lt;em&gt;wished and longed for. &lt;/em&gt;I don't know how you feel exactly but one thing's for sure, you have your support from your own friends and also me! You could also ring me to have lunch or shopping, since we're staying so near. Our greatest challenge is ourselves. We can do it! ( ;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-115426760252184619?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115426760252184619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115426760252184619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115426760252184619' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-115409607053088591</id><published>2006-07-28T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T22:14:30.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said i wouldn't fall for you again. But nevertheless, i think i just did. It's happening again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-115409607053088591?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115409607053088591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115409607053088591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115409607053088591' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-115366443330726867</id><published>2006-07-23T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T22:20:33.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1193/380/1600/DSCF0178%20YA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1193/380/320/DSCF0178%20YA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LOVE YA! (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's drink Red Bull.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall blog about yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my cows la. Yesterday was the last session of Youth Alpha! We tried to make the best out of it. We enjoyed the last moments. But not to worry! Cause next week there will be a field outing again! Went to Queensway with Joyce, Audrey and Judy to shop. Joyce left first, Audrey, Joyce and I continued to walk around. We settled at Macs, we were talking for quite long. GIRLS TALK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judy and Audrey :&lt;em&gt; (if you're reading this) &lt;/em&gt;Thanks for the things you both said to me. It really meant alot to me. And i would not forget it! LOVES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theresa : Take care okay! ( ; Remember Samantha's funny antics! And also we are the happy pills! : D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-115366443330726867?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115366443330726867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115366443330726867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115366443330726867' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-115353480694062570</id><published>2006-07-22T10:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T10:20:06.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't wanna run away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah ha! The musical was niceeeeeeeeeeee! They lied okay! They said they would close the doors at 2:30 but in the end it closed at 3:00, and we waited like 20mins then we could go in! It was rather touching, i teared but i didn't cry! It was worth the money mans. There was some funny scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went with Diana to GWC to watch Pirates Of The Caribbean! Oh my guts. It's freaking funny and exciting! But i was freezing in the theatre, while Diana was happily chomping on my pop-corn! Then to shop at any shops to find my shortsy, but GWC didn't have, so we head to town. Diana is mad, she is so excited going to town, actually i felt the same way too! And so we walked around and around town. We went to Heeren, when most of the shops are almost closed. Somewhere, we got lost, don't ask me how. Cause we wanna get it out here so we used the corridor and it's just useless. The security guard said : "Where you wanna go?" I said : "Home" That's a rather dumb answer! And he just pointed to us the way. :/&lt;br /&gt;We were laughing like mad cows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still deciding! HOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW. Aiyer. I might have the answer in my heart. But it just doesn't follow my mind. That's like Alex question. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-115353480694062570?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115353480694062570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115353480694062570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115353480694062570' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-115339270706009812</id><published>2006-07-20T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T18:51:47.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tears don't fall.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh mansz. We played volleyball today for pe! It was fun la. But i didn't know how to do the "digging", it's funny! Cause if we used too much strength, it would bounce damn high. So we got to use like teeny-weeny bit of strength, but i couldn't help it you see, and my ball just went up, up, and away! I couldn't control my strength, it'll just like so big! Like the story "Of Mice And Man", one of the characters who has so much strength that just one grasp, and everything just like died??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Limmy! Couldn't go out with you, had tuition! I promise we'll make our day! ( ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had accounts tuition today, so when it ended, we went to Esso and bought ice cream and sat on the stone slab to finish it. I went to the toilet to wash my hands, so i saw this really cool black sports car and this person was driving it but i couldn't tell the gender cause i saw only the spikey hair! So when the driver came out, i went like " Is that a girl or guy? " My tuition teacher couldn't tell too, and so we were debating if the driver's a female or male. So the driver walked over to us, i think it's cause the driver wanna hear what we were saying. So when the driver came and spoke to us about Singapore Idol. It was a girl's voice la.&lt;br /&gt;Like i don't know why the hell she asked us about Singapore Idol. It goes like this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bung : Hi, do you know how to support the Singapore Idol contestants?&lt;br /&gt;                    Do they have like a number where you can dial?&lt;br /&gt;Us : Urm yes. &lt;em&gt;(Stoned expression)&lt;/em&gt; I mean if we were "debating" and suddenly that person walked over, of course we would be shock right!&lt;br /&gt;Us : They have the special numbers for each contestant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh. It's damn stupid la. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-115339270706009812?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115339270706009812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115339270706009812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115339270706009812' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-115323188876570139</id><published>2006-07-18T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T22:11:28.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Turn, turn it around.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY PRETTY BOY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today was like so neh day. We had chinese for first period, and lao shi wanted us to do some letter/compo thingy and we had to write what we learnt, whatever happy memories throughout the four years. And Wee jia, Leilani, Carolyn and I have problems with the chinese (Han zi), besides that we had problem at logging in our computers! Like all of their passwords can't work except for mine, but the irony is that i saved my half-done work and it didn't appear in my computer and it appeared in Leilani's one cause she's using my account, oh-so-fustrating. So i got to redo. I was grumbling to myself all the way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pe was urm funny! I did my 2.4km run already, and the timing was really bad, deproved alot from the past three years. So Clarene was "under my care", i ran with her for the last few rounds and she's really got the mental strength, maybe partly cause i was being such an idiot, cheering her with like " don't stop, keep running, then you'll lose hidden fats!! " I think that was like abit helpless. But she didn't walk! And i practically pulled her for the last round! She passed her 2.4km run! Yayness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm guilty! But a promise is a promise.&lt;br /&gt;I'm like stuck now, to or not to?????? Oh man. Oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss YA people! Aye, maybe i'll get to see you guys this weekned again. I miss Joanne aka Joavan, Jocye, Audrey... actually everybody la! Too many to mention! Thank you all for donating in my tin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye world. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-115323188876570139?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115323188876570139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115323188876570139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115323188876570139' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-115288493733561047</id><published>2006-07-14T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T21:48:57.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harboured with Breastfriend. So might as well find our photo-taking clothes that's supposed to be white. We went to quite a number of places. Then we came to this one, i forgot the name, while Breasty was trying on this white blouse and i was waiting outside, i saw through the mirror reflections and the person in the mirror resembles Theresa so i turned around and said : "Theresa!" And it really turned out to be her. It's such a coincidence la. She was meeting Prim to buy mattress, chatted for while and when i went off, she was still waiting for Prim. Walked on the overhead bridge and saw Prim waiting, and happily they were waiting for each other in different locations! It's such a funny sight please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! My posts are getting real short. Chaos. I'm lazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-115288493733561047?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115288493733561047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115288493733561047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115288493733561047' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-115278743525607655</id><published>2006-07-13T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T18:43:55.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Drop me a line.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here i am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weiting : Thanks for the letter okay! Though it was a little short, i expected an essay! I was just kidding anyway. So &lt;em&gt;touching&lt;/em&gt; la. So much for the big space! &lt;em&gt;(Haha.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;  I  L O V E  Y O U,  B R E A S T F R I E N D! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe at first thought, it was a bad thing to happen, but now i think this happened for a reason. My life have changed positively, so i chose to thank you than hate you. However, that does not mean i'm praising you for doing that. And it would be hard to change what i thought of you after all these things happened that's not coincidentally. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Close yet far. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-115278743525607655?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115278743525607655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115278743525607655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115278743525607655' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-115227810965057295</id><published>2006-07-07T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T21:15:09.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shake up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hit&lt;/strong&gt;omi was being funny! Here's our conversation. &lt;em&gt;(In bold is Hitomi)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;left winger, not anymore. V for VANADIUM ! says:&lt;br /&gt;HEHE&lt;br /&gt;left winger, not anymore. V for VANADIUM ! says:&lt;br /&gt;IM SMART (:&lt;br /&gt;left winger, not anymore. V for VANADIUM ! says:&lt;br /&gt;you know after recess today was ss&lt;br /&gt;left winger, not anymore. V for VANADIUM ! says:&lt;br /&gt;then i asked edlyn hey edlyn whats after recess&lt;br /&gt;left winger, not anymore. V for VANADIUM ! says:&lt;br /&gt;(i asked her to ask me)&lt;br /&gt;left winger, not anymore. V for VANADIUM ! says:&lt;br /&gt;so that i could reply " SS, you ass"&lt;br /&gt;left winger, not anymore. V for VANADIUM ! says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;left winger, not anymore. V for VANADIUM ! says:&lt;br /&gt;lame joke&lt;br /&gt;left winger, not anymore. V for VANADIUM ! says:&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I love SNAPPLE! says:&lt;br /&gt;i don't get it?!?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;I love SNAPPLE! says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;left winger, not anymore. V for VANADIUM ! says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;left winger, not anymore. V for VANADIUM ! says:&lt;br /&gt;okay i tell you arh&lt;br /&gt;left winger, not anymore. V for VANADIUM ! says:&lt;br /&gt;i asked her to ask me&lt;br /&gt;left winger, not anymore. V for VANADIUM ! says:&lt;br /&gt;"what's after recess"&lt;br /&gt;left winger, not anymore. V for VANADIUM ! says:&lt;br /&gt;so that i could reply "SS, you ASS"&lt;br /&gt;left winger, not anymore. V for VANADIUM ! says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;left winger, not anymore. V for VANADIUM ! says:&lt;br /&gt;but didnt mean the ASS hting of course. just wanted to be funny&lt;br /&gt;left winger, not anymore. V for VANADIUM ! says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;left winger, not anymore. V for VANADIUM ! says:&lt;br /&gt;but maybe i didnt achieve my goal la&lt;br /&gt;left winger, not anymore. V for VANADIUM ! says:&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I love SNAPPLE! says:&lt;br /&gt;urm???&lt;br /&gt;I love SNAPPLE! says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;I love SNAPPLE! says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm BLUR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-115227810965057295?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115227810965057295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115227810965057295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115227810965057295' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-115210172330901759</id><published>2006-07-05T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T20:15:23.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sayonara.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. The most interesting part of today was Biology! We had to slice the tomato into half and take out the squishy, jelly pulp!!!!!! And it smells wrong. Xinhua was being disgusting!!! She took out all the jelly pulp and seeds then she said it looks like a vag*na!? I was playing around with the tomatos, Xinhua was worser! She's like torturing the poor tomato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha was being real sweet. She's having a surprise! I can't say here, or else they would know. It's a secret! And i'm guilty for not being there to go through the process!!! Sorry man! She's getting real excited over it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking, i do miss Youth Alpha hosts/faciliators/participants! And saturday is arriving so slowly! If only catechism could pause for a while! (&lt;em&gt;Roars.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some &lt;strong&gt;annoying &lt;/strong&gt;tard really has a thick skin! Please, think of other people's feelings before opening your mouth to say whatever things infront of them. You're really insensitive to other people, you know? Like think, does that person even want to hear what you've got to say when they aren't feeling good? That person really got irritated with you. And you're planning to demand who's that person, i can't tell you cause i promised that person. I'm not making this up, go think what you've done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theresa : ( if you're reading this) Hey!Thanks for making the possible arrangements for us so that we could go the sessions despite of the catechism class!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-115210172330901759?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115210172330901759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115210172330901759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115210172330901759' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-115133004365292203</id><published>2006-06-26T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T21:54:03.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Turn off the lights and i'll have the party.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello my dear blog! Haven't been blogging. Esther told me something la. I was like utterly shocked/embarassed. &lt;em&gt;(Heh) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theresa is seriously mad!! Just as i was lying comfortably in my bed to sleep, she called me at 11 plus!! Just to ask if i was going for the chalet. We talked abit man. It was quite funny cause we were like &lt;em&gt;"half-filled batteries"&lt;/em&gt; when we started our conversation. And mintues past, our &lt;em&gt;"batteries"&lt;/em&gt; were running low man. So we hung up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was good! Though lessons weren't conduct officially but still during free time, i did my math tys with Weiting, i didn't sleep and made full use of the time! And people were shocked and asked : "When did you become so hardworking suddenly?!" We shall motivate each other to have better math grades! Speaking of that, she came to my house to study but she said to board the 195 bus cause our beautiful 65 bus just went away! And so, we went to Great world, which i don't know why when we were supposed to go straight to my house. So we ice-creamed and walked around, and went to Royal Sporting House and i really like the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;GREEN &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;adidas jacket! But it's efffffing $100 plus!? Goodbye jacket! You'll never be mine. And Weiting mistook this crescent girl for steph and she was so maluated when she called out her name. Don't kill me for blogging this!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of walking and slacking, zoomed to my house in 970 bus! And again we did maths tys! We are so gonna love maths man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh! I can't wait for the chalet. I wanna understand God more, previously i took him for granted, just only praying for what i want. Seldom a mere thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TARD&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh i don't understand you? Okay. Then tell me. Maybe it's true i don't understand you &lt;strong&gt;now.&lt;/strong&gt; Cause you've changed so change that i can barely recongnise you. Not by appearances, but by characters. You dare say you don't bitch about me? But of course, i wouldn't say this without any reliable sources. So get my point? You certainly don't practise what you preach, you know? If what i say is really a mistake, then tell me. I wouldn't want to say groundless things any further. And get this right, who started all this commotion? Not &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-115133004365292203?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115133004365292203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115133004365292203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115133004365292203' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-115107465938175527</id><published>2006-06-23T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T22:57:39.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's just gone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my my my my! Shane from The "L" word is like super chao hot la. And her girlfriends, so hot! Today's been a long day. Had accounts tuition, i was like distracted la. Like only had an hour and a half when it's suppose to be two hours! I don't know why, so we walked around my block for a few rounds. Oh cow. There's a group of guys, i think it's some gang. They are like scolding this guy " You promise or not?!?! ...." So scary! So we drank Long Island, which was darn bitter so i only drink abit and this sour drink, it's from  Japan! Cool right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To You&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TARD&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(You know who you are)&lt;/em&gt; :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  Hey. If you wanna say anything to me you're not pleased with, just tell me infront of my face, don't go around stating in your blog that you can't stand it or whatever, cause it's just irony when you acting to be righteous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't stand some girls, who are pretending to be interested in soccer. When they don't. I admit i don't understand the game that well. But i don't go pretending that i'm interested. Don't you feel tired?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shane is hot!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Like seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-115107465938175527?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115107465938175527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115107465938175527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115107465938175527' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-115098613190423480</id><published>2006-06-22T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T22:22:11.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Loosen up my buttons, baby.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna live up to other's people expectations.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna break away from that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current tuition teacher is smart! She took two special papers, econs and chemistry after JC. Darn! Okay. Nothing to comment. &lt;em&gt;(Haha.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nicole Elikolani Prascovia Scherzinger&lt;/em&gt; of Pussycats Doll is really &lt;strong&gt;hot&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I shall  be a geeek! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-115098613190423480?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115098613190423480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115098613190423480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115098613190423480' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-115089624228904596</id><published>2006-06-21T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T21:24:02.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You wouldn't last a minute.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class outing was fine today, although not many people come! Bernadette, Cheyenne, Jia Wei, Shalani, Karthika, Yu jia, Vashnavi, Debbie, Xinni, Weiting, Sherlyn, Yuki and not to forget me too! Only Bernadatte, Jia Wei, Cheyenne, Weiting, I, Yuki and Sherlyn were the early ones! The rest came later! So when the rest finally arrived, we went to the arcade first, though it's lunch time!! I, Weiting and Sherlyn were playing the three players game, my hands still ached till now cause i was to enthu and banged the buttons too hard. So we went to others after our "banging-game". Debbie and Xinni were shooting balls, okay it sounds wrong!!! After that, they played the shooting game, i don't know the name for it, but Sherlyn, yuki, Debbie and Xinni were quite pro la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. We had lunch cause our stomache were making noises! So we went to Macs, but I, Weiting, Sherlyn and Yuki went to Yoshinoya. And we are like all over the place. Then proceeded to the Foodcourt to order dumplings. The aunties were nice!&lt;br /&gt;Here is what took place :&lt;br /&gt;Sherlyn : $3, how many pieces?&lt;br /&gt;Auntie : 6.&lt;br /&gt;Yuki : I don't wanna eat.&lt;br /&gt;Sherlyn and Brenda : Okay!! Auntie, we change to the $3 instead of $4!!&lt;br /&gt;Auntie: Cooked already, never mind we'll give you two pieces free!&lt;br /&gt;Us : Yay!&lt;br /&gt;Auntie: Since there's four of you, pick a number so i can buy &lt;em&gt;(ma piao)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherlyn : 3&lt;br /&gt;Yuki : 7&lt;br /&gt;Brenda : 9&lt;br /&gt;Weiting : 4&lt;br /&gt;Auntie : If i win, i'll treat you girls!&lt;br /&gt;Us : Okay!&lt;em&gt; (And walk away)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty funny. And i saw Diana and Shu shan! It's quite comical, we were walking behind them without knowing it's them, until they turned around?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Cheyenne for the photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. The end!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-115089624228904596?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115089624228904596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115089624228904596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115089624228904596' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-115080007613151256</id><published>2006-06-20T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T18:41:16.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;THERE'S A CLASS OUTING TOMORROW, AT PLAZA SINGAPURA, BY THERE BY O1OO! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(To those who hasn't get the information.) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-115080007613151256?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115080007613151256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115080007613151256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115080007613151256' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-115072551701767248</id><published>2006-06-19T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T21:58:37.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's you, Baby.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed when i read through the papers, the sports section,  Fernandes Torres &lt;em&gt;(I don't know if it's spelt correctly!) &lt;/em&gt;and Cristiano Ronaldo, they are both hot la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Enough of Fifa World Cup fever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&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/6741165-115072551701767248?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115072551701767248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115072551701767248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115072551701767248' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-115055092841139346</id><published>2006-06-17T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T21:28:48.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bullet for My Valentine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youth Alpha was fun today! Games was nerve-racking, we had to solve parts of different pictures and guess what is it. But Rum&amp;Raisins won! I realised our group are really good at guessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The topic for today was actually &lt;strong&gt;Faith. &lt;/strong&gt;Prim sang us a song and played along with his guitar, he said to reflect on the lyrics of the song. Somehow, it'll apply to our daily lives. And the speaker, he spoke to us about&lt;em&gt; faith, &lt;/em&gt;he said that it wasn't that easy to keep going, though it seems to sound easy. It's a gift from God. I don't know i thought it was our feelings that brought about it. But no it's a gift, a special gift. After that, we had group sharing.&lt;br /&gt;To my opinion of God, it's a relationship, like a friend, we can share things with him though he's not a human being, right here, standing infront of you. I find it hard to talk to him, like an imaginary person.&lt;br /&gt;And i was asking Theresa like why is there sufferings on earth? I know that's a question that can be answered through thinking. But this has been a question mark in my mind. Clare also commented that why young people die so early? Like this guy who died on the last part of triathelon, he left behind a wife and two kids. It's such a sad case, when your life is filled with the many things that is desired for and suddenly, it's just &lt;em&gt;gone&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;She also mentioned about the cancer-stricken girl from RJC , Joan. I added that she's a nice girl, i reckon, she has the good achievements, good in sports and everything a girl could have wished for. And she just suddenly left this world. Theresa response by saying maybe it's because some people might have enjoyed too much, that's why? And also through this, it has brought out many people's kindness, like raising funds for her treatment. It brought them together to work towards the same thing, &lt;em&gt;compassion&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sharing session was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rum&amp;Raisins : Thanks guys, you really made my day! ( ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm so &lt;strong&gt;happy &lt;/strong&gt;because Youth Alpha organised barbeque and chalet at Aloha Changi on the 30th, friday! I just remembered that that was the place that 3B had the Hallowean Party there too. It's kind of creepy and also infested with blood-sucking mosquitos. Samantha Charles is coming for the chalet too! And yes, i think the chalet is going to be noisy with her around!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Bye. Time so say hi to cheese! And oh yes, &lt;strong&gt;i love cheese&lt;/strong&gt;! : D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-115055092841139346?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115055092841139346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115055092841139346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115055092841139346' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-115046652885634606</id><published>2006-06-16T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T22:02:08.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I couldn't, i just couldn't.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched She's The Man! Oh my cow! It's damn funny! It's really worth spending the money to watch! &lt;strong&gt;Just My Luck&lt;/strong&gt; the next movie i'm gonna watch! Actually, i don't mind watching She's The Man again. I don't know why, but it's just different from other movies. I give it four and a half stars out of five! I love Amanda Bynes! She's so so so so so so hot! And know what, she could really act as her brother, just that it isn't perfect like a man. Her expressions are really good! But i heard Duke in real-life is gay! He's so hot and don't even look like a gay. &lt;em&gt;(Sigh.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! Saturday tomorrow!!!!! I can get to see my Rum&amp;Raisins people again! And this time, it'll be a complete group, not like last saturday!! Elizabeth is coming my group, i shall not sa-bo-tage her, by asking my leader to place her in other groups so she can reunite with her &lt;em&gt;boyfriend!!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Haha&lt;/em&gt;.) Forgive me! I was just kidding la.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you like cheese? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(She's The Man)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Does it feel good to you to rain on my parade?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-115046652885634606?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115046652885634606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115046652885634606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115046652885634606' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-115026885603091215</id><published>2006-06-14T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T15:13:52.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fill the sky.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night at 12 plus, i had a outrageous/lame/hilarious msn talk with Elizabeth :&lt;br /&gt;(In bold is Elizebeth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yo dick! says:&lt;br /&gt;who's sianyi&lt;br /&gt;Yo dick! says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;Yo dick! says:&lt;br /&gt;YUCKS&lt;br /&gt;Yo dick! says:&lt;br /&gt;THAT A--(-) GUY AH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Tell me i'm just dreaming. says:&lt;br /&gt;your bf.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me i'm just dreaming. says:&lt;br /&gt;\AHHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;Tell me i'm just dreaming. says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yo dick! says:&lt;br /&gt;OH SHUT UP&lt;br /&gt;Yo dick! says:&lt;br /&gt;AHHAHAHAHAAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Tell me i'm just dreaming. says:&lt;br /&gt;YOUR BF!&lt;br /&gt;Tell me i'm just dreaming. says:&lt;br /&gt;NAANAA POO POO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yo dick! says:&lt;br /&gt;YOUR HEAD WHALAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Tell me i'm just dreaming. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;Tell me i'm just dreaming. says:&lt;br /&gt;very MATCHING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yo dick! says:&lt;br /&gt;YOUR HUSBAND LAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Tell me i'm just dreaming. says:&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk&lt;br /&gt;Tell me i'm just dreaming. says:&lt;br /&gt;oh no no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yo dick! says:&lt;br /&gt;TSKKKKKKKK&lt;br /&gt;Yo dick! says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAAHHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Tell me i'm just dreaming. says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm taller than him la.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me i'm just dreaming. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;Tell me i'm just dreaming. says:&lt;br /&gt;so he's just nice for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yo dick! says:&lt;br /&gt;you taller than him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Tell me i'm just dreaming. says:&lt;br /&gt;YES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yo dick! says:&lt;br /&gt;i thought you shorter?&lt;br /&gt;Yo dick! says:&lt;br /&gt;ahahhaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Tell me i'm just dreaming. says:&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yo dick! says:&lt;br /&gt;no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Tell me i'm just dreaming. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Tell me i'm just dreaming. says:&lt;br /&gt;please laaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me i'm just dreaming. says:&lt;br /&gt;he's so short&lt;br /&gt;Tell me i'm just dreaming. says:&lt;br /&gt;my friend said that st a----- sec&lt;br /&gt;Tell me i'm just dreaming. says:&lt;br /&gt;beat then&lt;br /&gt;Tell me i'm just dreaming. says:&lt;br /&gt;*them&lt;br /&gt;Tell me i'm just dreaming. says:&lt;br /&gt;14-0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yo dick! says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Tell me i'm just dreaming. says:&lt;br /&gt;wth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yo dick! says:&lt;br /&gt;woahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;Yo dick! says:&lt;br /&gt;shiok&lt;br /&gt;Yo dick! says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaahha&lt;br /&gt;Yo dick! says:&lt;br /&gt;thats pretty dang cool&lt;br /&gt;Yo dick! says:&lt;br /&gt;eh, d----- is coaching a--(-) lor!&lt;br /&gt;Tell me i'm just dreaming. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA YEAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Tell me i'm just dreaming. says:&lt;br /&gt;so actually&lt;br /&gt;Tell me i'm just dreaming. says:&lt;br /&gt;we are bro and sis.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me i'm just dreaming. says:&lt;br /&gt;PUI PUI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yo dick! says:&lt;br /&gt;what bro and sis&lt;br /&gt;Yo dick! says:&lt;br /&gt;omg hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Yo dick! says:&lt;br /&gt;didnt know you wante to be his sis!&lt;br /&gt;Yo dick! says:&lt;br /&gt;ahh brenda finally your deepest darkest secret is OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yo Elizabeth! Sian Yi's your BOYFRIEND. says:&lt;br /&gt;hello.&lt;br /&gt;Yo Elizabeth! Sian Yi's your BOYFRIEND. says:&lt;br /&gt;my nick&lt;br /&gt;Yo Elizabeth! Sian Yi's your BOYFRIEND. says:&lt;br /&gt;nice??&lt;br /&gt;Yo Elizabeth! Sian Yi's your BOYFRIEND. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Yo Elizabeth! Sian Yi's your BOYFRIEND. says:&lt;br /&gt;YEAH RIGHT LA&lt;br /&gt;Yo Elizabeth! Sian Yi's your BOYFRIEND. says:&lt;br /&gt;PLEASEE&lt;br /&gt;Yo Elizabeth! Sian Yi's your BOYFRIEND. says:&lt;br /&gt;he's a shorty&lt;br /&gt;Yo Elizabeth! Sian Yi's your BOYFRIEND. says:&lt;br /&gt;WHAT?!!&lt;br /&gt;Yo Elizabeth! Sian Yi's your BOYFRIEND. says:&lt;br /&gt;your nick&lt;br /&gt;Yo Elizabeth! Sian Yi's your BOYFRIEND. says:&lt;br /&gt;is lame&lt;br /&gt;Yo Elizabeth! Sian Yi's your BOYFRIEND. says:&lt;br /&gt;la&lt;br /&gt;Yo Elizabeth! Sian Yi's your BOYFRIEND. says:&lt;br /&gt;mine is nicer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yo brenda! you wanna become sianyi's SISTER! says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yo Elizabeth! Sian Yi's your HUSBAND. I know you wanna MARRY HIM. says:&lt;br /&gt;okay&lt;br /&gt;Yo Elizabeth! Sian Yi's your HUSBAND. I know you wanna MARRY HIM. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yo brenda! sianyi's YOUR BROTHER! says:&lt;br /&gt;AHAHA OMG&lt;br /&gt;Yo brenda! sianyi's YOUR BROTHER! says:&lt;br /&gt;SO MALUATING&lt;br /&gt;Yo brenda! sianyi's YOUR BROTHER! says:&lt;br /&gt;SHIT YOU&lt;br /&gt;Yo brenda! sianyi's YOUR BROTHER! says:&lt;br /&gt;I'M GONNA MAKE WORSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yo Elizabeth! Sian Yi's your HUSBAND. I know you wanna MARRY HIM. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;Yo Elizabeth! Sian Yi's your HUSBAND. I know you wanna MARRY HIM. says:&lt;br /&gt;WHAT!??!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yo Elizabeth! Sian Yi's your HUSBAND. I know you wanna MARRY HIM. says:&lt;br /&gt;no you can't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yo brenda! sianyi's YOUR BROTHER AND YOU ARE ALREADLY MARRIED TO HIM! says:&lt;br /&gt;HAAAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yo Elizabeth! Sian Yi's your HUSBAND. I know you wanna MARRY HIM. says:&lt;br /&gt;you SUCKER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yo brenda! sianyi's YOUR BROTHER AND YOU ARE ALREADLY MARRIED TO HIM! says:&lt;br /&gt;YAY LSER&lt;br /&gt;Yo brenda! sianyi's YOUR BROTHER AND YOU ARE ALREADLY MARRIED TO HIM! says:&lt;br /&gt;LOSERRRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yo Elizabeth! Sian Yi's your HUSBAND. I know you frenched with him la. Don't deny. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;Yo Elizabeth! Sian Yi's your HUSBAND. I know you frenched with him la. Don't deny. says:&lt;br /&gt;LOOK AT MINE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yo brenda! sianyi's your affair! you slept with him! says:&lt;br /&gt;(((((((((((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yo Elizabeth! Sian Yi's your HUSBAND. I know you frenched with him la. Don't deny. says:&lt;br /&gt;WHAT BITCH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yo brenda! sianyi's your affair! you slept with him! i saw everything. you cant deny! says:&lt;br /&gt;(((((((((: better still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yo Elizabeth! Sian Yi's your HUSBAND. How could you break his "brotherhood" while sexing with him. Tsk. says:&lt;br /&gt;okay&lt;br /&gt;Yo Elizabeth! Sian Yi's your HUSBAND. How could you break his "brotherhood" while sexing with him. Tsk. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yo brenda! sianyi's your affair! you slept with him! i saw everything. you cant deny! says:&lt;br /&gt;ahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yo Elizabeth! Sian Yi's your HUSBAND. How could you break his "brotherhood" while sexing with him. Tsk. says:&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Yo Elizabeth! Sian Yi's your HUSBAND. How could you break his "brotherhood" while sexing with him. Tsk. says:&lt;br /&gt;mine is better.&lt;br /&gt;Yo Elizabeth! Sian Yi's your HUSBAND. How could you break his "brotherhood" while sexing with him. Tsk. says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yo brenda! i did not! because you alreadly did it earlier than me! says:&lt;br /&gt;ahha slef decieve&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's lame! I was totally laughing to myself over this "war".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-115026885603091215?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115026885603091215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115026885603091215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115026885603091215' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-115020708822836831</id><published>2006-06-13T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T21:58:08.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just remember i'll be by your side.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;It seems like your beautiful white lies, it seemed to have taken a toll on me.&lt;br /&gt;I somehow chose to believe it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm living in &lt;em&gt;self-denial&lt;/em&gt; once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somehow. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&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/6741165-115020708822836831?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115020708822836831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115020708822836831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115020708822836831' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-115010721983928351</id><published>2006-06-12T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T18:13:39.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The best of you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Underworld &lt;/strong&gt;is nice!!!! Watch it man. I didn't know that was Part one and the one i watched last time was Part two, &lt;strong&gt;Underworld Evolution&lt;/strong&gt;! No wonder the Selene and Michael look so darn familar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You liar. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-115010721983928351?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115010721983928351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115010721983928351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115010721983928351' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-115003663536804379</id><published>2006-06-11T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T22:37:15.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So then i took my turn.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where were you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You were just gone in a blink of the eye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was just feeling horrid.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I waited for your call till i fell asleep.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waited for that message to come. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But no.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All these was just my dream, i suppose.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's this? Some kind of confessions aye. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't wanna see my heart burning.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-115003663536804379?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115003663536804379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/115003663536804379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115003663536804379' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-114993652905348659</id><published>2006-06-10T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T18:48:49.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Walk away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helllo world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shan's left today in the afternoon! So sad la. I and Joanne went to the airport to sent her off. And all her class people were there! It was a noisy/funny time. Her flight got delayed cause of the weather in Taiwan, she's going there for a month then to Canada to study! Kind of miss her, been in the same class for two years, secondary one and two. Took photos with her!&lt;br /&gt;this is what she said :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda : Eh must come back and visit us okay!&lt;br /&gt;I shan : Yeah. I will come back for your wedding!&lt;br /&gt;Brenda : .... .... &lt;em&gt;(laughs)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that left early cause of church and couldn't stay with her till her departure time! Sorry! I'm like damn freaking late for Youth Alpha! Like one hour late, i was so sad la. So i ran towards the place, and happily the cleaner and this man was dumping flowers, they just threw it into the green big bin obviously that i was standing beside them and the water splashed at me!! &lt;em&gt;(Pffftss.) &lt;/em&gt;They were in the middle of a talk when i reached! And i hurried and sat down. He was talking about if Jesus really risen from the dead, and i didn't listen the first part of the talk cause i was late! He also told us how the Roman soldiers actually hung him, how the nail was driven into his wrist. The nail is about 13-18cm, and it went through his major nerve!!!! And they also hammered it many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joan, Michael and Clare didn't come. That makes our group a little boring!! But oh well, there's Theresa! I missed out the games part!! Never mind. Next week! I will be on time, much earlier to see my Rums&amp;Raisins people! &lt;em&gt;(Haha.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joan : Get well soon! ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey sweets : You haven't called me these few days. Anything the matter? (&lt;em&gt;Hmm.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye world. : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I didn't really knew you could dance like this. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-114993652905348659?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/114993652905348659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/114993652905348659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114993652905348659' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-114986130148375675</id><published>2006-06-09T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T21:55:01.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In my heart, we'll never be apart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-study was a fruitful one, i did maths sums okay! Okay. I didn't know how to do a few, but i glad i didn't waste time. My eyes were like smallllll, but i just stoned awhile and start doing the sums again! And happily, Yuki was sleeping for like throughout the whole self-study! I could just envy her, i didn't want to sleep cause i wanted to make use of the time. And Rina choo and Michelle Tay came over to my table, we talked about the &lt;strong&gt;asshole&lt;/strong&gt;. It was quite funny la! We wanted revenge man! But Michelle, Rina and i did something, i'm not going to say! &lt;em&gt;(Hee.) &lt;/em&gt;Then accompanied Pris for awhile, cause she wanted Mrs Kong to sign the DSA. She gave a little dressing down, and commented that 4B's grades are really demisal (I don't know if that's the right spelling!), i didn't really knew what's the meaning of it, but i for sure know that's it's something bad about our class. And she said she's going to speak to us. Oh prolly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that went town with Kylie and Alyssa, i wanted to get my knee-jeans! But it didn't have my size cause i got rather big hips and the rest was not very nice-looking! I should have went to Marina Square!! So Alyssa went home first, I and Kylie just continue window shopping. We went to Mango, Forever 21 and Topshop! We bought something there! So happy please! I bought a &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;green &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;boxers and a really vintage &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;maroon&lt;/span&gt; ring! Kylie bought a pair of earrings and a &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;green &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ring! We were all happy kids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked Theresa went to my blog! This was what Esther told me :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther : Eh you know Theresa went your blog and read about the Youth alpha thing.&lt;br /&gt;Brenda : Oh really?&lt;br /&gt;Esther : Yes, she said she was touched!&lt;br /&gt;Brenda : Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Theresa you really made our group bond! (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Chaos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby you're my sugar-rush.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-114986130148375675?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/114986130148375675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/114986130148375675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114986130148375675' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-114968433333966591</id><published>2006-06-07T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T21:21:29.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dance all night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from shoooooopping! I didn't really shop much, bought a top from Dorothy Perkins and a tee from Fox, cause i was in a bad mood and the damn osour was sending me pain! I felt that i have not shopped enough la. Okay i shall save money again! &lt;em&gt;(Yeah!) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you: &lt;em&gt;So you think you're in high demand la? Damn you! Don't use arrogant that tone on me. I hate that most. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN OSOUR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Tsk! ); You spoiled my whole day of shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rums and Raisins! I misssssssssssssss you guys!! Few more days then i'll be able to see you people again! This saturday would be more fun, games games!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is damn short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weiting: Sorry friend! I don't know what i was talking!! : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey sweets: Thanks for understanding. ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PS. ANYONE WANNA PURCHSE SECOND-HANDED MP3?  IT'S NEW THAT HAS GAMES AND CAN VIEW PICTURES AND LOOKS LIKE AN IPOD? WORTH THE MONEY!!INTERESTED? TELL ME BEFORE THE END OF THIS MONTH!! : D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-114968433333966591?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/114968433333966591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/114968433333966591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114968433333966591' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-114960976686881208</id><published>2006-06-06T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T00:04:58.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay my mood is swaying now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is it my fault if i don't know something?? Like fcuk it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's with everyone? Throwing tantrums at me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(@#%#@%@%#%#^%#^%#%$&amp;$&amp;amp;#!) Gosh. I'm damn pissed/upset/angry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-114960976686881208?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/114960976686881208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/114960976686881208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114960976686881208' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-114960282085698099</id><published>2006-06-06T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T22:07:00.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh baby when you talk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; like that, you know you got me hypnotised.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Thanks eh, big sister!! I don't know what's with the links man! Some links have small fonts, and yeah. I love this skin but right, the bottom which states " Cause I have sexy legs " this is totally not referring to me la! But anyway i have &lt;em&gt;long &lt;/em&gt;legs!&lt;em&gt; (Winks.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tramutised by this person la. I thought at first she was _______, fine i accept that but you've crossed my line okay. Please don't put my name on your msn nickname!! We can only be friends, not more than that, got that girl? &lt;em&gt;(Argh.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping with my mother tomorrow! &lt;em&gt;(Yay!) &lt;/em&gt;I'm such an ass. I didn't go for self-study, instead went out to eat at Tiong. Crap alot please. So we went back to school, had a funny talk with Alyssa and Joanne!! But yeah. Alyssa is like my sister! Okay enough said. Went to Joanne's house with Alyssa, watched House Of Wax. Oh my. I was screaming my head off! It's damn gore and the bloody freaking sound system that Joanne have in her house really scared me, it's just like being in a cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling for you more each day. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Racing through my mind. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&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/6741165-114960282085698099?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/114960282085698099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/114960282085698099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114960282085698099' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-114951410227677478</id><published>2006-06-05T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T21:28:22.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saving me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a rather tired day. I had english lessons in the morning, my eyelids are barely opened man. I tried forcing them open!! A few moments where i actually laid on the table to just close my eyes and rest, but my ears are opened listening okay! (Woah.) Pris beside me was going so strongly, she didn't even felt tired i guess, she looked so awake. Then proceed to self-study, it was noisy inside the library, and i don't know what can we do since i don't know what papers to do!? Okay. So i just did the comprehensions ML gave us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home-d! And i slept for hours, i admit i'm a pig! The june holidays are so totally not holidays! It's just like normal school days, just that i get to sleep half an hour more. (Hm.) Tina told me the GSS is really crazy, it's so packed! Oh man. I wanted to get alot of stuff la. I want to get tee's and quarter jeans from Fox! The striped tees are really pretttttty. (Argh.) I'm gonna shop with my mother! I love Rum and Raisins! Clare's going to Europe, i still remembered her saying it's going to be a boring trip. Of course, being the nice me (Haha.) i sent her a message cause i don't know when she's leaving, you see. Cause she's not coming for this weeks youth alpha! My group is gonna be a little boring without her. Okay it's just monday today, and i'm missing my Rum and Raisins people! How am i going to endure the few days to saturday where i can get to see them again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'm deciding to change my skin! The entry thingy is too small!! Got to bother my sister again! : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know, you know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-114951410227677478?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/114951410227677478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/114951410227677478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114951410227677478' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-114934791703879062</id><published>2006-06-03T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T23:18:37.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Say goodbye, baby.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhhhh man. I woke up at 0700 and felt so so tired cause i was talking to pretty boy on the phone at 2 plus AM. (woah.) I was feeling so happy man cause we would be baking cookies, not really cookies but it's made of honey and cornflakes, it's nice!!!! I thought i was late cause we were suppose to meet at 0900 at Matthew room.  And ended Joan was late too! So Rina reached slightly later than us, so we were all late together! But surprisely, we were &lt;strong&gt;considered &lt;/strong&gt;early cause the rest haven't reach yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So started baking at 0945, the paper cups are &lt;em&gt;soooooo&lt;/em&gt; small and we had to make &lt;strong&gt;1000&lt;/strong&gt; cookies!? That's crazy. Like what Joan said, do it for God. We had so much fun mixing the honey and cornflakes and putting them onto the paper cups, and we practically messed up the entire place, honey and cornflakes scattered around. I even had honey on my hand and i stole some cornflakes, how to resist man! It's just right infront of me!! We baked for three hours actually, and three trays were wasted! Sangar didn't watch the oven twice and smoke just fumed up and the Gracie didn't realise it would actually burnt because she set the temperature too high! There's no catechism and i happily brought my heavy text book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Youth Alpha, didn't really have interest in it though but Joan pulled me along, but actually it's quite fun. My group members consist of Theresa (our group leader), Amy, Arvin, Olivia, Joan, I of course, Michael and Clare. I tell you!! My group is the most funniest of all, damn happy that i joined the course, didn't regret it! And we played the "Bingo" game to mingle around, they gave us a slip of paper with alot of different descriptions eg. wearing spectacles, we have to find someone wearing spectacles! I was quite frantic, i started before the game starts so i cheated abit!! But i was a crazy cow walking arounf and asking people and yes man, i was the first to &lt;strong&gt;BINGO! &lt;/strong&gt;Then it was Jovan, he's damn tall la, now even taller than me and lastly Arvin. I'm like suppose to say all the people's name that signed for me! Nevous though, infront of  so many people! Okay when i finish my speech, i saw Samantha Charles!! I was quite happy! She came for the course too man.&lt;br /&gt;Here's our conversation :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha : You never tell me you're coming!&lt;br /&gt;Brenda : You never tell me you were coming too!&lt;br /&gt;Brenda : Doing the hand signs to ask her to join my group cause she's in another group.&lt;br /&gt;Samantha : (hmph.)&lt;br /&gt;Brenda : Tongues out!&lt;br /&gt;Samantha : Tongues out too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha is damn funny! She pronounced bicycle as bificle! And we all were like laughing like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise i'm a different person in church and in school. Joan was surprised that i was so open to my group members today, actually i was surprised too! But i love my group members! (Haha.) Our group name is Rum and Rasins! Cute right. Joan also said I was the one who's making everyone of the people in my group laugh like crazy. I don't know why too. Maybe it's just&lt;strong&gt; me&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this is a rather long post. Bye peeps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-114934791703879062?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/114934791703879062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/114934791703879062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114934791703879062' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-114921132139546618</id><published>2006-06-02T09:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T09:22:01.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We've had a date.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite lazy to blog what happened on MOS day and a few days ago!!! (Haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna slap myself, please! Where's the promise i made to myself?!!??!?! (Argh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weiting: Yeah la. I'm a pig okay! You too, oh wells!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this a damn short post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You found out i've got a crush on you.&lt;/em&gt; : D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-114921132139546618?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/114921132139546618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/114921132139546618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114921132139546618' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-114890597142343997</id><published>2006-05-29T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T20:32:51.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're out of my reach. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese O's was alright, definitely much easier than prelims!! And i hope i will do well, don't wanna retake the second time!! Anyway, went to Leilani's house with Grace and Diana, and i tell you we could not stop gossiping about &lt;strong&gt;many &lt;/strong&gt;people. Diana said: " you three can't stop gossiping, from early afternoon to mid-afternoon!"  (Haha). Can't help it whattttt, it's just so irritating!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate alot and Diana just drank her milllkkkk. Oh my cow. (Wan quan yu le) is quite funny, cause i haven't watch it like ages so i'm not up to date!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel my heart beating very fast whenever that person's message come. Is it a sign??? Eh, i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana: yeah, ask Leilani too! I go alone, it's damn weird please!!! : D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-114890597142343997?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/114890597142343997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/114890597142343997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114890597142343997' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-114881790758786687</id><published>2006-05-28T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T20:05:07.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're my sugerrush.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is chinese O's. Please pray for me!! That i will get flying colours!! Oh no. I'm getting the jitters. HOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! I'm damn nervous please! Okay. I'm madddddd! I can't believe tomorrow's the chinese O's. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; @%#@%$#@(&amp;_&amp;amp;(@*%)@*32'*$)@($"!(! I'm just venting my fustrations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know what you've said it's true, and truthfully i hoped it's for real. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, please give your guidance again. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-114881790758786687?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/114881790758786687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/114881790758786687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114881790758786687' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-114872763196051187</id><published>2006-05-27T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T19:00:31.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imagine me without you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today issssssss shit. Went for catechism, okay don't wanna talk about it. I'm guilty!!! Leilani and i were mean, she said i'm meaner, fine la (haha).  Tuesday's coming! I can't waittttttttt, you girls know what i mean right! Gosh Gosh. Chinese O's is next monday. Someone just shoooooot me please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched this Hong Kong drama and this girl didn't take her exams and that's what she said to her grandma:&lt;br /&gt;"Even if i don't take or take this exams, i would still fail, so waste of my time". Oh uh. Luckily i don't have her kind of mindset. Anyway, before i know what's the end of that episode, i had to rush off for catechism!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joan and i will be baking cakes/brownies i forgot which one! It will be held at Blessed Sacrament Church! Please come and support, it will be fund-raising for Damien Hall! It will be on the 3rd &amp; 4th of June! Pleaseeeeeeeeeeee come! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weiting is being funny, i saw my name on her blog! So she actually stalks my blog!! And reading her blog also made me feel the same way as she read my blog! Coool eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Evermore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-114872763196051187?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/114872763196051187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/114872763196051187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114872763196051187' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-114863647105833126</id><published>2006-05-26T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T17:41:11.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've got a confession to make.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Founders' Day! Had mass in the morning then some history stuff about Father Barre! I feel so lucky and happy that i've been a &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;true blue&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;girl for ten years. I wonder why my mother put me in Chij Kellock! After that was the prize presentation for outward bound, when LF read out the journey we had gone through and stuff, all the memories flooded back man! I miss my instructor, Azirin, my watch &lt;strong&gt;JERAI. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weiting and I was like talking our outward bound experiences! From camping solo in the forest to jungle trekking and whatsoever. Planning to go visit them after our O's! Seriously miss them like crazy!! Okay not the monkeys and the mozzies, both is a no-no. I don't mind going through the ten-day-course again man. But not the trekking! Spiderwebs hanging from trees and i'll hold my parang infront of me as a protection if there's any webs! Mhm, a nice experience though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotten back my results slip, a huge disappointment. I truly want to do well for chinese O's, maybe get A but there's too far, not realistic, okay maybe a B. I hope that i get what i want. I still pondering how am i going to show my parents my results. They will be utterly shocked (i've already predicted).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Love is extravagent. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-114863647105833126?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/114863647105833126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/114863647105833126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114863647105833126' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-114854831132654281</id><published>2006-05-25T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T17:11:51.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sa Rang Hae Yo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GGGGGGGGGGOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I have got  the June Holidays schedule! I have like the normal lessons during the holidays, the remedials and self-study group! Oh dear. With so many activitites, how am i going to have tuition?! I would be tired when i return home. Okay, this really tests my &lt;strong&gt;resilience &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;perseverance&lt;/strong&gt;! I shall just &lt;em&gt;hold on&lt;/em&gt; to the end of O's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JP gave us a kind of reminder that we had to face reality!! Looking at 4B grades, she was disappointed. Okay, i think i'm awaken!! It is late la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO GOING OUT FOR ME. NO SHOPPING DAYS. NO SLACKING ANY LONGER. 10 HOURS = TILL THE START OF O's.  NO LATE NIGHTS FOR ME. &lt;em&gt;STRICTLY NOOOOOO. &lt;/em&gt;I'M DETERMINED! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HOLD ON HOLD HOLD ON HOLD ON HOLD ON! Brenda! You can dooooooooooooo it! :DD i believe so. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just need Your guidance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-114854831132654281?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/114854831132654281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/114854831132654281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114854831132654281' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-114847005953074565</id><published>2006-05-24T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T19:29:20.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY! EVERYONE PLEASE GO TO THIS WEBSITE &lt;a href="http://www.whosgoing.sg"&gt;www.whosgoing.sg&lt;/a&gt;! DO IT PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! (DIANA, I'M HELPING YOU MAN, BE GRATEFUL!) YOUR EFFORT(S) WILL BE KINDLY APPRECIATED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's chinese O level preparation was (uhm) boring? Okay, trying to make myself interested in the lesson but obviously difficult!! And Leilani didn't go to school, it was quieter without her but there's Xinhua, lucky man. If not i would have died there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE CHINESEEEEEEEEEEEEE! CAN I MARRY YOU PLEASEEEE????!???! I'M JUST GOING CRAZY. PLEASE DON'T ABANDON ME NOW!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-114847005953074565?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/114847005953074565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/114847005953074565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114847005953074565' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-114830647565765919</id><published>2006-05-22T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T22:01:15.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Falling so deeply. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man Man, got back out results for the remaining subjects but it was disappointing though cause i had expected better grades! (sigh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear June Holidays, i would be stuck with you for most of the time and days. So don't give me any troubles! Let me have a smooth studying period please! I so totally love all my subjects. Oh cow, that's so contradicting. Okay, i must really love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, chinese O's is only how many days away?? Mm. It's just next Monday! Okay. And so i will be stuck at home and speak chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO EVERYONE! SPEAK TO ME IN CHINESE! : D &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-114830647565765919?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/114830647565765919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/114830647565765919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114830647565765919' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-114787171411420002</id><published>2006-05-17T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T21:15:14.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you say nothing at all. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i deleted my tagboard cause of some annoying fat, ugly and sicko guy. So if anyone wants to tell me something, tell me in school or message me! Haha, sicko guy, you can't say anything anymore! Yay man. This calls for some celebration! Peace at last!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back my Chinese and English papers. Badly done, i mean really badly done. I don't know know how to break the news to my parents! I guess i might get grounded. Chinese O's is just &lt;em&gt;two&lt;/em&gt; weeks away please. I seriously hope that i do much better then SA1! My goal for chinese, A1, sounds scary and hard! So gonna grit my teeth and bear with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping with Grace and Leilani, walked quite long. My heels are aching! We saw Diana's elder brother and after that, the whole commotion was very funny, especially Diana! Didn't know she was like this!!!! But who won't?!?! Shit. I can't find the top that i wanted! Fuck. Actually, i'm not so civilised after all! I think i'm a little fat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like the dress paired with a belt that is worned by the korean actress! Anyone wanna get it for me? (hehe.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-114787171411420002?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/114787171411420002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/114787171411420002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114787171411420002' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-114778378672672253</id><published>2006-05-16T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T20:49:46.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I give you my dirty secret.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY FUCKING COOOWWWW. That guy is superly, uberly gross, disgusting, sick all adds up to one word PHYSCO!!!&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, i shouldn't waste my energy on this kind of people. Not worth even wasting my saliva cursing and swearing him man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more day of exam-torture!!!! YES YES!! After this, i can enjoy! Like really enjoy with my girls! And i've been a bad girl, not going for masses and youth group. How! How! I'm most probably going for youth group this saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE! CHERRIOS! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-114778378672672253?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/114778378672672253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/114778378672672253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114778378672672253' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-114769483426605643</id><published>2006-05-15T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T20:07:14.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY PRISCILLA!!! SWEEEEEEEEET SIXTEEN! ( :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biology paper almost killed me, most the of the questions came out from sec three work syllabus and not sec four, darn i placed so much emphasize on that (whines!). Oh well, it's over i should just get over and done with. Bye Bye BIOLOGY! (for the time being).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the rest is secret! Can't tell, wanna know ASK ME! ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Leilani and I were in the train and this really hot guy was in the train too! We were like (HAHA!) and talking and laughing away, oblivious to the surroundings but Leilani was observing okay! Actually, i'm guilty also! (HAHA!) Can't help it what, such an eyecandy! Now i know Leilani gets &lt;strong&gt;HIGH&lt;/strong&gt; easily! Wanna know more? ASK ME AGAIN! : D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-114769483426605643?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/114769483426605643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/114769483426605643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114769483426605643' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-114760989630641940</id><published>2006-05-14T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T20:33:06.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gone with the wind. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy is seriously gross, super gross. His friendster url is &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=25383732"&gt;http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=25383732&lt;/a&gt;. He viewed my profile, so i in turned viewed his profile. His profile is the sickiest of it all please, but as i the very easily get angry kind of people, i sent him a friendster message "what kind of guy are you, you're better off dead". Maybe i'm mean and busybody, when it comes to this kind of people, no mercy is given for me. He actually put obsence pictures of girls on his msn display picture, and mind you, i didn't add him, he added me. I mean it's girls modesty right? I think he's mentally insane or something, sexually deprived. He's 30 years old so it's kind of &lt;em&gt;sick&lt;/em&gt;. I shouldn't elaborated more, check out his friendster and you'll know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he has the guts to put our hockey team photos. I was like what the fuck, you have no shame??!! He grabbed someone's photo, so please lock your photos!! He always goes to Delta Swimming Complex to look at hockey girls in jersey, also please sit properly if you're there! He kept ranting on which irritates me, but what angered me most was he used our photos for his sexual pleasure?!?! (eww.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I know Xinhua's reading this. So HELLO! ( : I love you Lim sister!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-114760989630641940?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/114760989630641940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/114760989630641940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114760989630641940' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-114753069115639636</id><published>2006-05-13T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T22:33:28.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Near perfection.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so doing this for BREASTFRIEND!&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Weiting, i ripped the instructions from your blog okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INSTRUCTIONS&lt;br /&gt;1. The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different points of his/her perfect lover.&lt;br /&gt;2. Mention the gender of his/her perfect lover.&lt;br /&gt;3. Tag 8 victims to join this game and leave a comment at their blogs.&lt;br /&gt;4. If you are tagged the second time, there is no need to do this again&lt;br /&gt;5. The most important rule: have fun doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST: Christian, male. (Nothing related to Weiting's!) Haha.&lt;br /&gt;SECOND: Stand my whine-ness.&lt;br /&gt;THIRD: Make me laugh when i'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;FOURTH: Shop with me.&lt;br /&gt;FIFTH: Never stray.&lt;br /&gt;SIXTH: Fun to be with.&lt;br /&gt;SEVENTH: Do silly things that noone can think off.&lt;br /&gt;EIGTH: Travel the world with me. (Especially Korea)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY. I'm done! This is outrageously lame but i'm bored at the moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIX more chapters to go for Biology. GO GO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-114753069115639636?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/114753069115639636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/114753069115639636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114753069115639636' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-114748222043484793</id><published>2006-05-13T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T09:05:07.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am a delicate porcelain, doll.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's 0850 AM! I didn't want to blog so early but later in the day i'll be studying biology so i doubt i would come online and blog! aiyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch me later after mid-years! My last paper would end next wednesday, and it is also the &lt;strong&gt;shopping&lt;/strong&gt; day! Yay man! So come in the night on wednesday and read to find out how's our shopping spree! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-114748222043484793?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/114748222043484793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/114748222043484793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114748222043484793' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-114743996293756825</id><published>2006-05-12T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T21:30:05.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sixpence None The Richer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks BIG SISTER for helping me do all those changing skins &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;stuff! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the skin! i love the model! aww. today was so slack please, i wanted to study but i didn't! brenda, brenda you are so lazy! haha. Leilani said she found the white pants i wanted! yay man. but the cheapest there was fifty-nine bucks! (cries) she was describing to me how HOT the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;pants were, i believe it must be superrrr hot! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i and weiting had a funny msn talk today! she asked me for the &lt;em&gt;first &lt;/em&gt;time okay! wow. i was shocked! anyway the outing is gonna be after mid-years. SUN-TANNING my breastfriend! but first of all, i had to buy a bikini! i want a complete tan. i have more than one kind of tan! yucks. love you, breastfriend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING'S WRONG WITH MY TAGBOARD! YOU JUST TAG NORMALLY AND IT WILL OPEN IN ANOTHER NEW WEBSITE! :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-114743996293756825?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/114743996293756825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/114743996293756825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114743996293756825' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-114735242554208825</id><published>2006-05-11T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T21:00:25.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Borrowed heaven&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;social studies paper was alright, but i think i was just crapping my answers through! haha. being the last exam of the week, i didn't want to go home so i went leilani's house instead. we were watching Full House! the girl is so PRETTTTTTY! haha. and cooked instant noodles which turned out to be "ramen" instead because we over-cooked the noodles! HAHA. but it tasted like noodles with herbal tea, can you imagine that?! (faints) please. i gratefully finished my bowl of noodles! but leilani threw half away! such a waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. i need to buy new Topshop undies! mine is like outdated! i'm sure they have come up with new designs man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WELL! seriously cannot wait for our shopping days! we are gonna have two shopping days! ah man. i have saved MONEY! mm. i like the outfit that leilani thought for me! SUPERRRRR NICE! i'm getting heels, a top and bottom. i have gotten my mascara already! yayness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. i like the dress that's short! but paired with a waisted belt, it's PERFECT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-114735242554208825?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/114735242554208825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/114735242554208825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114735242554208825' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-114696909679826359</id><published>2006-05-07T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T10:31:36.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>studying studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been doing that! but it's kinda last minute so it ain't a surprise if i don't do well! HAHA. but anyway i watched Jewel In The Palace! it's  a damn good show. haha. i want to be like DA CHANG JIN! i admire her determination, courage to carry on living. so she is my &lt;em&gt;ideal role model&lt;/em&gt;! if only i had the same qualities man! i could achieve greater goals! i still remembered that i promised my cousin i had to get TEN points for O's. there's a huge wall i had to jump over before i get the results. i'm so going to work towards my goals! JUNE HOLIDAYS is more like mug-periods, then going out. okay maybe i will still be having nightouts, but i have my goal to catch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway MOS! the only day i will stay till late to &lt;em&gt;bulc&lt;/em&gt;. after that, back to my studying mode!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my lifestyle now! leilani, grace, yiting the friends always be in my heart! and sam who's always making funny actions and making me laugh. weiting, diana, clarene, pris and sherlyn, the people who are my supporting pillar! xinhua and meifen, the happy-go-getter! i appreciate my friends now. LOVE YOU GIRLS! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-114696909679826359?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/114696909679826359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/114696909679826359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114696909679826359' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-114665703973660968</id><published>2006-05-03T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T19:50:39.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh my TIAN! my blog is like MOUUUUUUUUUUULLLLLLLLLLDDDDDDDDYYYYYYYYYYY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BUT IT'S LIKE LEOK WEITING, THE BREASTFRIEND ASKED ME TO BLOG. SO HERE I AM!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I KNOW YOU'LL READ THIS SOOOOO HI HI HI HI HI!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'M QUITE HIGH LA. SO YEAH. HAHA. YOU CAN JUST IGNORE MEEEEEEEEE! WHOO HOO! OKAY. WO MEI YOU SHANG XUE CAUSE WO YAO DU SHU. MUST WRITE IN CHINESE CAUSE SOME LAO SHI WILL CHECK LA. SO IRRITATING PLEASE! &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;( :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BYE BREASTFRIEND! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-114665703973660968?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/114665703973660968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/114665703973660968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114665703973660968' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-114577562252902952</id><published>2006-04-23T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T15:00:22.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I AM GONE FOR NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BE BACK SOON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I GUESS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;bye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-114577562252902952?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/114577562252902952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/114577562252902952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114577562252902952' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-114441825300927066</id><published>2006-04-07T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T21:57:33.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i lied, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though you might not even know that, but i'm just saying to lessen my guilt. i feel bad to cheat you. i just wanna slap myself on the face for that. someday, you'll know the truth of who i really am and you might hate me. it's all because of &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sports day today! it was fun only at the houses cheer-leading and the teachers races! damn funny. AND FREAKING COW! JOSEPH CAME IN 3rd out of 6th! SO HAPPY! i actually JUMPED in the air. but decided to go town with leilani, grace and yiting, haven't been catching up with them. haha. so went to marche. then to forever 21 to SHOP. we all bought something!! HAHA. it's quite fun actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-114441825300927066?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/114441825300927066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/114441825300927066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114441825300927066' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-114277677613405767</id><published>2006-03-19T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T21:59:38.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't know. should i do something about it or not? i don't know. give me some signal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;never coming home, never.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-114277677613405767?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/114277677613405767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/114277677613405767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114277677613405767' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-114225210339950881</id><published>2006-03-13T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T20:41:07.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think this sentence made an impact on me.&lt;br /&gt;" An ordinary life is made extraordinary because &lt;em&gt;one dares to dream. &lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay it's like gazillion years since i updated, the mission week was over. it's like damn worth my time going for it, i like it so much! the faciliators, isabelle and jerad, gosh la. they are like hell funny, can be a matching couple. i swear she's a very quick-thinking woman! actually, the last day was quite memorable for me, didn't thought that they would have this thing. it's like a weight being lifted somewhere, and i wrote something for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-114225210339950881?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/114225210339950881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/114225210339950881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114225210339950881' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-114009807428736146</id><published>2006-02-16T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T22:00:27.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE MY HOCKERS. ( : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;i was looking at the pictures in the hockey blog, so cute! it brought back so many memories. mans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i was watching the Torino 2006 Olympics winter game. it's damn cool! especially ice hockey, they way they skate on the ice, it's so smooth! and all their styles are somewhat similar to hockey. but chances of scoring is much higher cause the ball( the black thing) is so small. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-114009807428736146?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/114009807428736146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/114009807428736146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114009807428736146' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-113888520770010590</id><published>2006-02-02T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T21:00:07.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FORK FORK FORK!&lt;br /&gt;I LOST MY WALLET!!! okay. i can't remember if i had placed it in school or somewhere else! shitties. if anyone spots a BLACK QUIKSILVER WALLET, please return it to me! i would gladly appreciate your efforts! oh gosh la. there's like IC, receipts and many important stuffs. how stupid can i get? this is the second time i lost my wallet. i am now &lt;em&gt;wallet-less. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got to cut my frinch, it's freaking long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dear Father, please pray over me that i get back my wallet as soon as possible with all the items intact. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-113888520770010590?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/113888520770010590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/113888520770010590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113888520770010590' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-113841879928517228</id><published>2006-01-28T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T11:26:39.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's the eve of Chinese New Year! : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;last few days, if you still remembered, and you know it's&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;YOU, the action that took was urm, childish? you look and talk like a grown-up, but seriously did you ever change? i'm not doubting your abilities but everything is like shown through your actions, you know.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;it made you seemed like some childish kids in kindergarden? if i what i said was wrong, then prove to me. i know everyone's not perfect, but that small little thing?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm. going out with lesbo! SHOPPING! yummy. i still haven't bought my handbag, some last minute shopping, aye. oh man. i can't wait for tomorrow! red packets are waiting for me to collect! and and and. i'll get to see my cousins! whoo hoo. HAHA. okay. enough crapping, i got to go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE! ( :&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-113841879928517228?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/113841879928517228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/113841879928517228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113841879928517228' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-113681502895737806</id><published>2006-01-09T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T21:57:09.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>second week of school. it's going pretty well. i'm again dozing off in classes!! oh no no. ahh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no comments to be made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. this is lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to thank God, cause sometimes he answered my prayers which i really need them. He has done so many things for me, and i still sinned, so guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank you, Lord, for all the things you have done for me, big or small matters, it affected me and i &lt;/em&gt;appreciated&lt;em&gt; that. i pray that those friends i know, my family, everybody else and my cranky close friends that they'll be safe in whatever they do and get good results for O level. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-113681502895737806?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/113681502895737806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/113681502895737806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113681502895737806' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-113569478500298730</id><published>2005-12-27T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T22:46:25.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHH! my gosh. i can't take it anymore. school reopening in a few days time, and i have mountain high homework to complete! i'm a gone-case! die die! i must start soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm. i just came home at eight plus, went shopping with my mom and younger sister at town. but first, i went to see the dentist! hah. she said my upper and lower set of teeth is relatetively clean but need to do some touch-up, quite happy to hear that! she did some scaling and polishing. oh cow. i almost died of pain, my threshold of pain is&lt;em&gt; low&lt;/em&gt;. i kept making that noise, like what babies made when they angry, so embarrassing! i can't help it though, i already tried to control. HEH. my dentist name is Carmen and before i left she said she'll remember me, cause i made so much noise, worser than small little kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, headed to town to do some shopping. oh man. because of all the sale, all the nice stuff include clothes, heels, earrings etc were almost gone! so disappointed okay. i really liked this Charles and Keith flat heels and it doesn't have my feet size. so i went to try my luck at U.R.S and Inc and i bought this flat heels! so pretty. we practically walked everywhere, now my feet suffered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;turn around and notice me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-113569478500298730?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/113569478500298730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/113569478500298730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113569478500298730' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-113552155539759937</id><published>2005-12-25T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T22:39:16.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>uh. this is the sceond time i'm blogging in a day. but oh well, the blogger bug is starting to work on me again. christmas is going to be over in a two hours?? mm. and in a few days it'll be 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be secondary four next year, come to think of that, it's so fast. secondary one, two, three, and FOUR. i went to school and i saw those primary six's. a little disappointing, some were urm bimbo. oh gosh. a failure i guess. mm, it kind of brought me some memories like when i was primary six, waiting to get regeistered, wondering what will i be like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good and not-too-good things happened this year. HAHA. oh man. is this some kind of reflection or what? whether it is or not, i will just "blog" my thoughts. O's is just a few months time, i better work harder, much harder, doubly hard and not slack. i can't as i promised my cousin that i'll get ten points. AH HA. and my L1R5 was like thirty something??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall be a studious girl! haha. bad news, Mr Sng is leaving, and the big problem is who's going to our geography teacher?! he's the best teacher you could ever had, trust me. oh no. not those i have in mind. and i will see my grades for that subject going downhill. shiiiitt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh. ____ was really an utter disappointment. how could you? right in front of me somemore, i don't blame you anyway, i can't. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the new year revolution? a better me and even better results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;turn around and notice me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-113552155539759937?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/113552155539759937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/113552155539759937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113552155539759937' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-113548473987820569</id><published>2005-12-25T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T12:25:39.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO! I'M FINALLY BLOGGING AFTER FOR LIKE DAAAAAAAAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTLY, MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR! though it's abit late, cause yesterday was too tired to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had midnight mass yesterday night, actually i was dozing off la. cause it was MIDNIGHT and i tried staying awake but i also didn't understand what was the priest trying to say, maybe because my mind was shut! HAHA. then i knew ____ was coming, quite happy okay. but it turned out to be a disappointment, i shouldn't say (Why) here. i kept staring at ____ ___ ___ ______. i was like speechless, stoned at my seat, tried not to display anything and i just acted normal. mass was longer than usual and we were sitting at the top and the lights were glaring at us! ouch. my eyes hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and mass ended. we mingled around and theresa and eileen was so sweet, they gave us christmas presents! aww. haha. and i happened to see ____ ___ ___ ______ and i just went on talking with the rest. supposed to go out but Rina had to go home so didn't. haha. but before that they were talking about clubbing, i was like i can't go in and wasn't in the right attire so i didn't go with them. besides it was 2 plus in the morning, so i took cab with joan, gracie and reuban. and i was the last to drop off! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. surprising i'm quite hyper now. : D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-113548473987820569?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/113548473987820569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/113548473987820569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113548473987820569' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-113291576814641248</id><published>2005-11-25T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T18:49:53.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE OUTWARD BOUND MALAYSIA, LUMUT! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE AZIRIN MY INSTRUCTOR!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE MY WATCH (JERAI) WHO CONSISTS OF ME, VIOLET, NICOLETTE, GEHUI, ELAINE, LYN, KAI XIN, PRI, NICHOLAS, ONG, SHAMEER, ANDREW, SEBESTIAN AND SHIRVAN! LOVE YOU PEOPLE! YOU JUST ROCKED MY SOCKS OFF MAN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE THE ACTIVITIES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE MY KRUSH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MISS MY MALAYSIAN FRIENDS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-113291576814641248?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/113291576814641248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/113291576814641248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113291576814641248' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-113102154464510883</id><published>2005-11-03T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T20:39:04.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DARN.&lt;br /&gt;DARN.&lt;br /&gt;DARN.&lt;br /&gt;DARN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my father is an asshole la. all he cares is about my results, but does he really know the process?!  even with my e math getting F9, my parents still don't want to get a tuition teacher. what stubborn parents i have. I HAVE SUCH NICE PARENTS. haha. i was trying to be sarcastic. so infuriating. my blood vessels can just POP talking to them, so just like a wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCREAMS SCREAMS SCREAMS SCREAMS. ALL HE KNOWS IS SCOLD SCOLD SCOLD! and he doesn't care about studying process, only the end-product! FUCK IT? like what the hell. i just showed him my report card, he said he doesn't want to sign it, and he warned me not to forge. like HELLO? as if i would forge. USE YOUR COMMON SENSE LA. and he also said that "i'll your teacher to cancel the trip" like what the hell? it has COMPLETELY nothing to do with that trip. i just hate it when he abuses his authority. so what? GO TO HELL LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pardon for the use of vulgarities. i seriously can't take it anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-113102154464510883?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/113102154464510883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/113102154464510883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113102154464510883' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-113067904457950574</id><published>2005-10-30T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T21:30:44.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fever, cough, sore throat and blocked nose. yesterday was 37.6 degrees and i went to see a doctor and my temperature was 38.3 degrees, how nice right. i was kind of scared, what if i had dengue? so scary. my mind was like blank, as the nurse explained to me for the usage for the medicine. like hello. there's FOUR medicine la. so many. i can just faint taking that. i kept asking her questions cause as i've said, my mind was so blur. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MC for two days. hope i don't have DENGUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class party? haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-113067904457950574?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/113067904457950574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/113067904457950574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113067904457950574' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-113059404094461134</id><published>2005-10-29T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T21:54:00.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;to be or not to be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to meet michelle, sherlyn and zhi qing to get some things for the &lt;em&gt;halloween party &lt;/em&gt;at Party With Us in Holland. the things there are not bad, quite affordable la. we spent quite some time in there and i was freezing under the air-con and before that i was under the hothothot sun and now i'm having a slight fever again and a cough as well. i've fallen sick so many times these few months. sighs. i may or may not go to halloween the party, my forehead's blowing hot and cold. i'll see first then, doctor tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then proceeded to church, was feeling drowsy, must be the blowing-hot-and-cold period. i was swaying right and left and my everything infront of me seems so blur. tired, i guess. i was early! sheessh. so i went up to class first and then my teacher came in and talked to me while waiting for the others. he said that i must decide if i want to become a catholic or not, cause it needs &lt;em&gt;commitment&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;he also added, he was very serious about this, about next year. i was sitting there feeling so sick and listening, i kept wondering if i had the discipline to become a catholic and become committed to it. i believe i can la. class started, i was like in my dreamland, nothing could go in my mind, maybe some only. forehead so hot, as if i can cook an egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class ended, antioch people came in. so noisy! haha. rahs. matthew is up to his tricks again, FOREVER. one minute of standing beside him, i could just burst out laughing. jerry said not to wash your jeans often?!?!?! shocking news. after that, had to do fund-raising for the antioch camp for fifteen minutes! hahaha. i was the girl holding the tin, standing outside the church, &lt;em&gt;stoned&lt;/em&gt;. rushed to town to meet my family. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having a feverish forehead, i had to accompany my family everywhere. it was dinner time and we had a marathon man. walked everywhere in paragon, cause we can't decide what to eat. tsk. my legs were apparently numbed. every restaurant practically have such loooooooooooong queues! ah! don't want to elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad just pissed me off. pffts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't retain. thank God for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-113059404094461134?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/113059404094461134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/113059404094461134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113059404094461134' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-113033404199786805</id><published>2005-10-26T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T21:40:42.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't retain. i heaved a relief, i just scrapped through my marks that's what Mr's Ang said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i promised my cousin that i'll start studying my secondary three work during the holidays! i can't slack and i even recorded my testimony in her phone, so meaning if i ever slack she could use that as a motivation for me! i got to get TEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN points for my O'levels. okay. i can visualise myself getting that. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-113033404199786805?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/113033404199786805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/113033404199786805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113033404199786805' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-112791486997647351</id><published>2005-09-28T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T21:41:09.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ALOHA. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh. it's long time that i've blogged. okay today will be my last entry before exams and after that i shall resume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. next tuesday is chinese paper and next friday is social studies? but luckily chinese don't have to learn the Han You Pin Yin, saved our lifes! social studies? eeeks. every one minute of our life is ticking away and that draws us closer to the real exams all the humanities and sciences. scary man! i've been feeling sleepy during lessons, actually prctically the whole day. but i force myself to stay awake, uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went with weiting, yuki and sherlyn to queensway, cause weiting wanted to buy her weights. speaking about weights, weiting's triceps and mine were flabby! eeww. need to train up and have &lt;em&gt;beautiful &lt;/em&gt;arms! we went Espirit to shop, shop! and proceeded next to Zara. i picked a skirt and weiting chose a dark brown blouse and i too took that! we kept trying on different sizes but the same item. we were obsessed with it! and i decided to buy it cause it's so nice. weiting can't buy for now cause she want to save up! so next time, when we have the same blouse, we look like two peas in a pod. i felt my heart crack when i paid for that dark brown blouse. aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too tired to elaborate the rest.&lt;br /&gt;i am off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-112791486997647351?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/112791486997647351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/112791486997647351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112791486997647351' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-112644197901646710</id><published>2005-09-11T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T20:32:59.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel the days are passing by so slow and fast sometimes. at times, i wished that time would just freeze &lt;em&gt;for me only. &lt;/em&gt;sounds contradicting, right? yeah. i feel like the world is full of materialistic things, i admit i am one myself. it's so superficial here and there. i've asked myself why am i the one who get all the *hit things. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being myself? nahs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-112644197901646710?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/112644197901646710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/112644197901646710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112644197901646710' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-112618782640978942</id><published>2005-09-08T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T21:57:06.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there's something going on in my mind. it's like two person telling me two different kind of choices. the battle of the Devil and Angel? yeah. i think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devil:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give up on yourself, it's too much for you to take. you're tired and shouldn't be holding on anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Angel:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't give up! hold on as long as you can, have faith in God and yourself. Pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this sounds RUBBISH i know. but that's really what's happening in my mind. it's like both person trying to over-power each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-112618782640978942?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/112618782640978942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/112618782640978942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112618782640978942' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-112592679768331563</id><published>2005-09-05T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T21:26:37.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;saturday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;had classes and after went with join them for guitar practises, while i just stare into blank space and all i could hear was the strumming of the guitar strings. ha. theresa is so funny and blur! joan too! they played the notes and we sang along at the same time as a rehearsal for praise and worship. today's praise and worship is different, it's lesser people BUT there's lessons to be learnt. joan gave her talk, it was a very meaningful one, her talk just kept me listening attentively. after that there was 3 questions and we had to share each of our answer to our members in the group. it raked up some of my past but i summarised it into a few words. and later was the sharing session, i didn't want to share anything because i knew i would be breaking down in the end, so i shut my mouth.  had closing prayers and we all ate late-dinner together! me, Joan, Rachel, Esther, Randall and Matthew sat in the same table while the couple sat in another table, didn't want to disturb their peaceful dinner, i suppose? and they fetched us home after dinner. whee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;sunday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;my whole family went for Joyce, my cousin's wedding. it was quite okay. alot of people from all walks of life, it was an eye-opener for me. i am too tired to elaborate. the end! gees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went with Joan to cut her hair, went to commonwealth to eat fishballs! yums! haha. went back town again, she got to meet her mom and so i went home alone. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;weiting: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;thanks for saying all those stuff, it changed my mind a teeny weeny bit, but still, yeah. (: remember our appointment okays!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-112592679768331563?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/112592679768331563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/112592679768331563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112592679768331563' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-112549496102103507</id><published>2005-08-31T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T21:29:21.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;teacher's day&lt;/span&gt; today. i actually wanted to skip school today, but i needed to hand up the form and moreover, i don't want to disappoint Mrs Ang. so i changed my mind and decided to go school. uhh. what a good girl i am, hur?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had some sort of class gathering with Mrs Ang but she seemed to be busy doing something on the computer and our class was so quiet with few people, so i concluded it's not successful. after that, went to the hall to watch performance, the dance by the secondary girls were sweeet. and we presented to Mrs Ang our sketch book, it was nicely done though it's a little rush. but it's a bit disappointing, cause not the whole class wishings were inside. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went town with jenny, walked everywhere to find my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;adidas shorts but don't have. so she eventually have to leave me to go watch movies with her friend! and i got to go novena to buy the shorts myself, and i finally got it. so pretty. after that i met jillian, kelly and priscilla to go back to kelly's primary school and after that we went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was in the 57 bus. i am tired. i don't know what i was doing la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-112549496102103507?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/112549496102103507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/112549496102103507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112549496102103507' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-112480233478524473</id><published>2005-08-23T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T21:05:34.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>let me think what did i do today? hm okay. SO CUTE! the japanese people joined us for a few lessons, and the most funniest of all was during GEOGRAPHY. one of my MUCH LOVE subjects! though i didn't do well for that, BUT STILL yeah. Mr Sng couldn't pronounce their names properly and he's acting abit weird today maybe because of the JAP GIRLS? and he's doing all sorts of dramatic actions because they can't understand english that well,  so he explained everything in micro-details. OKAY ENOUGH OF THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't go for maths remedial cause of the hockey thing for the JAP. and we set up the equipments for them and halfway shi yun said that they are not interested??!!! after going through the process, and we got to keep everything back again. waste of my time, i could've gone for maths remedial. TSK! how could they reject us, so mean. after that, i wanted to give Mrs Lim my form but couldn't find her so i'll give tomorrow. and i wrote PEITITIONS! hope that God would answer my prayers. then after went for counselling, i think most people might think "WHAT THE HELL, WHY WOULD YOU NEED COUNSELLING RIGHT?" but you don't know, i was at my wits end. i seriously have no idea what to do. i'm stuck at my own road. and i'm going to go for confessions! gosh. need to find a free day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm off. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;shattered heart,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-112480233478524473?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/112480233478524473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/112480233478524473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112480233478524473' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-112463182763599755</id><published>2005-08-21T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T21:43:47.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BOO!&lt;br /&gt;i didn't have time to blog about yesterday's happenings and was too tired cause i came back at 10 plus. went for classes, the topic was quite interesting it was about tradition and culture, in the midst of the lesson Jerad which is my teacher's son dislocated his shoulder, i don't know how did it happened, he tried to pull his shoulder back into it's place, but Jerad was screaming until the next door could be heard and his mother got to come and help "pull" it back, after much trouble it's finally done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rushed down to delta swimming complex to watch the match and we won! okay. that's too abrupt. HAHA. got ot leave halfway to rush back to blessed sacrement church for antioch, as i was walking towards the room, i notice the light was very dim, when i peeped through the window, "OH SHIT" i was late. i opened the door and everyone had their eyes fixed on me. that's not a surprise cause i was a newcomer. sang some songs, it was FUN! and PLand teresa  came in late. had closing prayers and announcements. i made alot of new friends there, young and old. went downstairs with joan to wait for her friend, think his name is Paul? yeah. while waiting joan taught me some guitar notes, and she said i was quite good as a beginner! ha. then two of joan friends came to disturb her, but i just watched helplessly. heh. finally her friend same, and we took a cab home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so broke, any kind soul wants to donate money to me? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAHHH. I CAN'T STAND IT ANYMORE!! @%#@!%$#%%!&amp;^(^ MY DAD IS AN ASSHOLE. );&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sing a sad song and you'll turn it around,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-112463182763599755?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/112463182763599755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/112463182763599755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112463182763599755' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-112398751372552086</id><published>2005-08-14T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T10:45:13.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BACK AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was too lazy to blog for the past few days, but the blogging bug kept on bitting me so here i am. my dad was such an irritating pest, i wish i can just sweep him off to somewhere else. okay i'm bad. haha. but imagine someone on your tail for almost 24 hours? yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just received news from sherlyn that Weiting is SICK. i called her to find out if she's alright, cause Sherlyn said that it might be dengue fever, it's serious la. wells. hope that she'll recover and take her papers tomorrow! ca is next weeeeeeeeeeeeek! i'm so dead. the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;decision &lt;/span&gt;greatly depends on my results. my study mode had just been activated, lucky me. i will not blog from tomorrow till friday, cause of &lt;em&gt;EEXXAAMMMSSS. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my life has never been the same as before.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-112398751372552086?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/112398751372552086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/112398751372552086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112398751372552086' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-112342381271662926</id><published>2005-08-07T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T22:10:12.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i was really, really, really,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;really, really, really, really,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;DISAPPOINTED &lt;/em&gt;in YOU(S).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;didn't expect that of YOU(S).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you weren't like that, from what i know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;practically the whole school went to do flag day at various places. my class was situated at Tanjong Pagar Mrt, bad location not many people. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it was rather a tiring day walking around, asking politely for donations. i met many good and bad sides of people, not a pleasant experience of course. the change in the number of people who donated decline drastically, perhaps it's the cause of the NKF news. oh wells. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeterday, rushed down in a cab to blessed sacrement church for classes, i was already late. oh gosh, i was like lost when the driver dropped me at some HDB estates, called Rachel to ask for directions. after much trouble, i finally found where was it. thanks to Rachel! she's late for her class too, SORRY! she's indian-chinese mixd parentage, which explains her good looks. didn't quite understand what was the teacher talking because i don't know the basic yet. i better go read the bible and ask questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is national day! gees. same old thing, singapore celebrates! i need to go and get my beauty sleep. chao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i never got over you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i pray that we make it through the fall.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-112342381271662926?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/112342381271662926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/112342381271662926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112342381271662926' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741165.post-112307179852777001</id><published>2005-08-03T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T20:39:23.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M BACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was scraping through my geography during e maths, i know i'm going to do badly again. oh sh*t man. i better study more thoroughly for the next exams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm quite glad that i know how to do my accounts test, got the same answer as wee jia! so lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOHO. my entries are getting shorter! HELP! something's wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last 2 periods was english, we had to write an argumentative essay? it was okay la. but i think mine was a little bit out of point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had napha (is it the correct spelling?) test after school. my incline pull-ups was 13, you can imagine how weak my hands were and how heavy i am. my shutter run was 11:77, it was bad, last's year timing was better. sit and reach 44cm! i amazingly stretched myself as long as i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home and bought M&amp;M's the BIG packet. i'm bringing tomorrow, so if anyone wants some don't be shy cause i have alot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired, not physically but mentally. really i am. i'm trying to hold on as long as i can. i'm trying to pretend that it's not happening but the fact lies infront of me. it's contradicting? on&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; many&lt;/span&gt; occasions, i felt like breaking down but i held back my tears hopefully no one knows that i'm going to cry. i will just go held on until i reach home, i then let everything (my feelings) out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i quoted this paragraph from the book &lt;em&gt;"Praying With Your Hurts" &lt;/em&gt;which i think makes sense :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"God accepts you constantly, as you are with all your irritating and selfish habits. Are you tempted to be like the servant in the parable in Matthew 18:23-25 , &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;refusing to forgive somebody this one tiny thing, when you are yourself forgiven so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; Do you only accept people on certain conditions?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;the art of forgiveness, everyone has that, it's just a matter of if you want to do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm off now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm awake but my world is half asleep,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741165-112307179852777001?l=peppermint15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/112307179852777001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741165/posts/default/112307179852777001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermint15.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112307179852777001' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07139047395992819055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
