<?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-421622147174886735</id><updated>2011-07-08T15:15:49.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>k</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>661</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-8855735037033140408</id><published>2011-03-11T14:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T15:15:18.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy Issues</title><content type='html'>My dad recently left the company. I got the news more than a month ago before he handed in his resignation letter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is I didn't got to hear it from him. I got to know from a few of the contractors who are rather close to my dad. Why wouldn't he tell me himself. When his partner(my other boss) broke the news to me, I had to act surprised. Well, I told the truth. My dad has never once spoken bout his leaving. Not even until today. Sort of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All there was is, "You found out that I left the company?" Well... That's rather comforting. It's been a few weeks. Everyone has been asking me if I know why my dad left or what's he's doing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Honestly, I have no idea. Because I haven't had to chance to talk to him for a long time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really? Why? Because I've been busy. Or.... Is it because I really just wanna avoid awkward conversations? What am I to ask? Daddy what's your plan? Which company are you going to? Are you gonna bring me over? Most of all, WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN TO ME?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I can't give a god damn shit whether the company's doing well or not. Apparently, I think it's in a rather bad shape. Lotsa things are going on. But no one seems to want to 'talk about it'. Even we will, will it help. With our leader(the boss) being very uhhhh.... Never mind. I really can't think of a word to describe him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, I really just wanna know where I'm heading to. I hate being very 'aimless' in life(in this case, work). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, the boss asked if I'm happy working here. There was a long short long short awkward pause. Should I tell the truth or lie bout it? In the end, I told what's at the bottom of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it matter if I'm really happy? I don't think so. As long as I'm earning what I think is sufficient. I don't get it trouble. Shouldn't that be my priority now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I added on. Well, to make myself sound like a better person. This is my stepping stone for my career. It's not so easy to let things go because I've been here for about a year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, maybe it makes absolutely no sense at all. Was being disrupted by my colleague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo.... I'm sitting here. Ok, I lost of my thoughts for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-8855735037033140408?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/8855735037033140408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=8855735037033140408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/8855735037033140408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/8855735037033140408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2011/03/daddy-issues.html' title='Daddy Issues'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-7085054917798374662</id><published>2010-09-15T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T22:25:22.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, it's been long</title><content type='html'>Just one evening.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a conversation with Tiers. Oh my fuck. Almost type @iamtiers. OK, I'm too addicted to twitter. FML. Anyways, here goes the convo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我是TIERS: says:&lt;br /&gt; hello maine&lt;br /&gt; i just tweet u&lt;br /&gt; but in case u havent see&lt;br /&gt; wld u wanna meet on friday instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maine :} - Read my lips says:&lt;br /&gt; you friday free ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我是TIERS: says:&lt;br /&gt; eh&lt;br /&gt; i meant SUNDAY&lt;br /&gt; haha&lt;br /&gt; paiseh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maine :} - Read my lips says:&lt;br /&gt; -.-&lt;br /&gt; lol&lt;br /&gt; sunday what time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我是TIERS: says:&lt;br /&gt; u got any appt?&lt;br /&gt;Maine :} - Read my lips says:&lt;br /&gt; shouuld be don't have la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我是TIERS: says:&lt;br /&gt; ic, if tiong can make it. meet on sunday noon lor&lt;br /&gt;Maine :} - Read my lips says:&lt;br /&gt; ok i texted her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我是TIERS: says:&lt;br /&gt; alright&lt;br /&gt; omg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maine :} - Read my lips says:&lt;br /&gt; ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我是TIERS: says:&lt;br /&gt; i thk a student from mss got hit by the bus and got row under the bus&lt;br /&gt; cuz its at circuit road&lt;br /&gt; i meant roll&lt;br /&gt; haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maine :} - Read my lips says:&lt;br /&gt; whooooa!&lt;br /&gt; didn&lt;br /&gt; didnt say what school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我是TIERS: says:&lt;br /&gt; i didnt hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maine :} - Read my lips says:&lt;br /&gt; be thankful it's not you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我是TIERS: says:&lt;br /&gt; -.-&lt;br /&gt; u meant TIONG&lt;br /&gt; since she stay there&lt;br /&gt; its the route whr the bus will turn a big turn &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maine :} - Read my lips says:&lt;br /&gt; ahya she big girl liao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我是TIERS: says:&lt;br /&gt; if u take bus 154 or 135&lt;br /&gt; the part whr u took 154 and u fell on ure arse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maine :} - Read my lips says:&lt;br /&gt; fuck u la&lt;br /&gt; near the police station there ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我是TIERS: says:&lt;br /&gt; noppe&lt;br /&gt; the schl there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maine :} - Read my lips says:&lt;br /&gt; no leh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我是TIERS: says:&lt;br /&gt; the junction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maine :} - Read my lips says:&lt;br /&gt; the part where i fall is when the bus is near the police station there&lt;br /&gt; oh you mean that patch of green field there ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我是TIERS: says:&lt;br /&gt; ic, alright the person who embarassed herself rmb the most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maine :} - Read my lips says:&lt;br /&gt; the traffic light there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我是TIERS: says:&lt;br /&gt; yar&lt;br /&gt; the traffic light there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maine :} - Read my lips says:&lt;br /&gt; errrrrk!!!!&lt;br /&gt; i don't dare to go tiong houuse liao&lt;br /&gt; cause everytime i go&lt;br /&gt; i alight at MSS&lt;br /&gt; then take that traffic light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我是TIERS: says:&lt;br /&gt; the student didnt die&lt;br /&gt; she only got injured&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maine :} - Read my lips says:&lt;br /&gt; WHOOOOA!&lt;br /&gt; fucking miracle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我是TIERS: says:&lt;br /&gt; yar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maine :} - Read my lips says:&lt;br /&gt; how is it possible is got knock down by a bus and survived?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我是TIERS: says:&lt;br /&gt; probably its like slow motion so she hide under the bus safely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maine :} - Read my lips says:&lt;br /&gt; wtf?!&lt;br /&gt; like some james borne movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我是TIERS: says:&lt;br /&gt; wts that show arh&lt;br /&gt; by keanu reeves one&lt;br /&gt; they wear all black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maine :} - Read my lips says:&lt;br /&gt; matrix you mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我是TIERS: says:&lt;br /&gt; yar&lt;br /&gt; precisely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maine :} - Read my lips says:&lt;br /&gt; -.-&lt;br /&gt; tiong say sunday can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我是TIERS: says:&lt;br /&gt; alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maine :} - Read my lips says:&lt;br /&gt; so go where?&lt;br /&gt; old town?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我是TIERS: says:&lt;br /&gt; YAR of cuz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maine :} - Read my lips says:&lt;br /&gt; nowhere else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我是TIERS: says:&lt;br /&gt; i must get the coofeeeeee&lt;br /&gt; no whr else&lt;br /&gt; at suntec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maine :} - Read my lips says:&lt;br /&gt; siao!&lt;br /&gt; ok lor&lt;br /&gt; sunday what time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我是TIERS: says:&lt;br /&gt; 1?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maine :} - Read my lips says:&lt;br /&gt; ork&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Wtf! I spelled James bond as James Borne. Must be thinking the Bourne Identify. But still..... wrong spelling. Oh well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-7085054917798374662?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/7085054917798374662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=7085054917798374662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/7085054917798374662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/7085054917798374662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2010/09/hello-its-been-long.html' title='Hello, it&apos;s been long'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-8398007298301651015</id><published>2010-04-10T02:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T02:28:12.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This evening our in house designer told me I do rather good floor plan drawing. And asked if I took lessons to learn how to draw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wha! Make my evening :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I'm just gonna throw out random thoughts like I would do on Twitter but it's long enough to be in a blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm like in a middle of some crisis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work(Plush Living), I have to report to 2 people. My dad and Adrian. Adrian being my manager and formally a top salesman from Home Success(Where we dad used to work before he went to Plush Living), I could tell he sees things in a little different perspective. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the man who believe that people who dare to dream big dare to succeed. That might explain why he would be confident enough to let me pitch a 15 thousand dollar project all by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, first of all. All our projects are count in the thousands. A simple renovation for a kitchen would cost around 9k to 11k. A 4-room HDB flat would cost around 30k to 40k depending on how much masonry or carpentary(like kitchen cabinet/study table) has to be done. And a landed property could cost up to like 400k. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, 15k project isn't big. But still my first pitch to my very own customer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my dad and told him Adrian could sit in during my pitch to help me. He immediately told me he will fill up Adrian's sit. When I told him I think I could handle. He just shook his head and told me that I might screw up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I love working with Adrian because I could tell he believes in me and Andrew. He has already set a 30k sales target for us this month. And we've only been in the trade for like 1 month. New birds like us usually don't have such high sales target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understanding Adrian believes in us. The way how he looks at us, they way how he talks to us. The way how he demands the smallest things to be done properly. I believe, no I KNOW none of the other managers has demanded so much from their 'disciples'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is so spoon fed to em. Not for us. Thou life is so much easier now compared to when my dad first join the trade. Still, it really takes a lot of determination to stay in this line. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-8398007298301651015?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/8398007298301651015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=8398007298301651015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/8398007298301651015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/8398007298301651015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-evening-our-in-house-designer-told.html' title=''/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-612465094401226593</id><published>2010-04-07T02:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T02:19:06.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in Plush Living</title><content type='html'>Awesome. Only if I can get myself a BFF at work. There's only Ying Ying(the only female Interior designer). The rest all ah peks who are in their early 30s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0129.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Photo0129.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I work. Literally. You see papers &amp; pencils &amp; drinks lying around. Cause' no one leaves their chair when there's so much work left undone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0130.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Photo0130.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floor plan. So my job is to draw out stuff like partition board, doors, cabinets, furnitures &amp; mainly everything you will find at home. Give you a quotation. Sign contract. Site visit. Blah the list goes on cause' I haven't reached that stage yet. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This floor plan is a Executive Apartment. If you look carefully there's beds and cabinet and dining table drawn on the floor plan. By me. Took me like a while to draw this perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0131.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Photo0131.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some more odd looking floor plan. Usually condos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0132.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Photo0132.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5room HDB. Not drawn yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0133.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Photo0133.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This motherfucker customer made me draw everything quotation but then wants nothing cause he's a poor ass. Green highlighted area represents false ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0134.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Photo0134.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More floor plan!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0136.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Photo0136.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So quotation. This 29k is to do up a kitchen only. CB ex right. Landed property what.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, that's it for now :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-612465094401226593?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/612465094401226593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=612465094401226593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/612465094401226593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/612465094401226593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2010/04/life-in-plush-living.html' title='Life in Plush Living'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-586192213922566364</id><published>2010-03-31T00:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T00:47:18.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK MY LIFE MAX</title><content type='html'>I feel horrible. I could only remember Tiers birthday. I almost missed Ivy's. And missed Bella's. FUCK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?! Why can't I just god damn it remember?! Their birthday follows in the same god damn week. What's so hard to remember?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not hard actually. Honestly I had their birthday jotted down in both my calendar(on my study desk which is now covered by clothes because I don't have time to pack) and in my mind since weeks ago. But when the day comes, POOF! FORGET! I feel so shity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause' I kept reminding myself to send text messages to them wishing them. But fuck no I keep forgetting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you might take it as an excuse I make. Go ahead. I've always blamed people who gave me the excuse that they are busy. I wanna say I'm soo god damn sorry. If you think I deserve a slap. Please, be my guest. Or I might just start beating myself up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel horrible cause' I let work take over my life. Which that was warn when I took up this job. Never did I know that I had to sacrifice this much of my time. Honestly, the only time I step into bugis was for lunch/dinner. Then it's straight home. No other shopping. For the past 1 month. The closest I got to has to Prime Mart to buy crabstick and juice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think and I don't know if anyone would understand how awful it has been. Yes, I go to work at 11am. The moment I open my eyes I have to literally plan out what I wanna do for the day. Do I have to meet my customer? Do I have any quotation left undone? Do I have to call anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, it's like. Shit. Quote too much. Customer run. Under quote, company lose money. I get screwed. Shit, how much does this god damn cabinet cost? Call carpenter. Shit measure the size of carpentry work wrongly. Redo drawing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get home, my manager would call. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrian: "Chermaine, done your quotation? Got call customer so and so? Why customer say this and this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: "Sorry Adrian. I made a mistake."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it's continuing of quotation. Sending quotation, replying emails. Drawing. There's a night that Andrew stayed up all the way till 5am to do his quotation simply because he has to submit it by the next day and not that he had many days to do so. Just one night. Even missed his dialysis the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day came. My dad told him why he needed so long to do quotation. WTF! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chermaine, why you take so long to draw a layout plan?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chermaine, why you quote wrongly?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chermaine, why you don't know this?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chermaine....! Chermaine!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare say that it's been rather stressful. So much so, I've constant nightmare bout' customer screaming at me because they wanna hack their toilet wall tiles and toilet bowl. WTF right? Constantly ok?! Like every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed almost 2 months of my period. And that rarely happens. Even at my worst months, my periods are delayed. Not missed. And I'm not pregnant. I did test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even missed receiving my mom at the airport when she came back from overseas. I've never failed to send her off and receive her every time she leaves the country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I only had 2 hours of sleep. Send her off. Came back went to work. I couldn't fetch her because I had to prepare for an exhibition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom had a fall recently. It has left her knee so badly wounded that she couldn't walk. She still insist on going to work and flying outta the country. Every night I come home, I see her squinting her eyes and moaning in pain I can't bring myself to hate her no matter how angry I've been. It breaks my heart so badly. Really, it does. I just feel like crying whenever I see her in such pain or when I look at her knee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm home late every night cause' I'm in the office. No one is there to buy dinner for her. Not to mention that useless jerk ass uncle who leaves with me. I couldn't afford a 800 dollars MRI scanning for her as well. I couldn't give her enough money as well. It really doesn't feel good at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't eat. I'm hungry but I'm too tired to eat. I refuse to eat the half bowl of my rice on my plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My period doesn't hurt cause I'm too caught up with drawing that the cramp is nothing compared to what amount of work load I have undone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also doesn't feel good that I couldn't get any of my BFFs any decent birthday gifts. All these years. And I really wish for once I could afford them something decent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead call me a pussy or chao chee bye whatever you wish. I'm crying as I'm writing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reasons why I chose this job as a interior designer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It pays fucking well. No point tell you how much as well. I tell you then no one would do business with me also. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day I'm reminded of how much time and effort I have to sacrifice by my managers my dad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day my dad would rub salt into the wound. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of all job you can chose. Why chose this. I told you before. This line isn't easy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time I would shut up. Cause' I'm too tired to talk back. Every time my dad sends me home he would look at me and rub my checks smiling and telling me how tired I look. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I really don't think I've achieve anything worth a word of compliment in life. I quit school. I didn't do well. I'm like a failure in my opinion. I wanna do something that I can be proud of. And so will my dad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is expected to go on for the next 2 months. Then it's the beginning of more things to face. Like visiting the job site. Making sure nothing screws up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, do I regret? YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I ready to quit? NOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't study interior design. I have no genes of my father talented artistry skills. No genes to visualize things in 3D. SO-SO with PR. What the hell am I doing in this industry? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe just wait and see. I might turn out something good. Really the only thing that it's comforting it's that knowing Andrew is going thru this shit with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-586192213922566364?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/586192213922566364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=586192213922566364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/586192213922566364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/586192213922566364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2010/03/fuck-my-life-max.html' title='FUCK MY LIFE MAX'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-7274151222742452</id><published>2010-03-15T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T00:03:23.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What if rich but no time to spend it?</title><content type='html'>New job. Like me clarify something. I'm not paid with a basic salary. Not even because I'm a newbie. If I don't work I simply don't have any money at all. I've come to realized I don't know if working for my dad was a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, working for him means there'll be always someone out there looking out for me. Or should I say if I really did something wrong, there's him to 'cover backside' for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm no longer 3. I don't need someone to clear my potty for me. I mentioned before. This is the time for me to prove myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows and I don't know if anyone thinks that I've an easy life because my dad owns half the company. It's not. How do I put it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to put in the same or double the effort just because I wanna accomplish half of what my dad has today with half the time needed. I know I'm being cocky. But honestly, I am dying for success. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First few days of work and I got 'told off' by my other boss. It wasn't like a scolding. It was more like a request. That I should respect my dad as a boss at work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half of me felt very awful because in some ways, I haven't really take him like a boss. It's not that easy. Taking up this job, I told myself that I've to put myself thru this father-boss-daughter thing. Not as easy as I expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew this line was easy. But then it's just getting worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, like only first week of work and I'm complaining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not bad bad as in 'ah it's so terrible kill me!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like there's a lot of things you have to understand. Youre like a designer/salesman/accountant/people person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to explain in details if anyone is interested. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work load aside. Let's talk bout my working hours. The office technically opens from 11am to 10pm. Every day except Sunday till 5pm. Tell me how on earth am I to take a break?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other boss, Darren told us how far he has come in this line. What are the things he sacrificed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time. Leaving him friends-less. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I wish I wouldn't end up like him. I most probably might. The only greatest comfort I could find in this job is my dad and Andrew. At least they probably understand how I feel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we were also warned that we might end up in a lot more argument with the lack of sleep and food. The thoughts of why nothing we do can satisfy our customers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I would be 6 months down the road. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once told a friend that my job pays well. I told her how much but she told me that she's only convinced when she sees my paycheck. Just you wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm only worried that I would end up cancelling all my dates with my friends and family that might just end up that I'm no longer important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, what's the point of having the money but have no one to share it with? How do I deal with people seeing me as the boss's daughter? I guess I've to figure that answer out myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Dear BFFs, please don't forget me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-7274151222742452?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/7274151222742452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=7274151222742452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/7274151222742452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/7274151222742452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-if-rich-but-no-time-to-spend-it.html' title='What if rich but no time to spend it?'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-5393927692311002322</id><published>2010-03-12T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T00:11:31.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Papi's new house</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0105.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Photo0105.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view from papi's new condo.... IN JB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. I blogged. It's only one photo so it will keep you coming back for more. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started work so I'm tired from listening to my dad's voice all freaking day. Haha :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-5393927692311002322?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/5393927692311002322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=5393927692311002322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/5393927692311002322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/5393927692311002322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2010/03/papis-new-house.html' title='Papi&apos;s new house'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-5571739266836371403</id><published>2010-02-13T16:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T16:59:48.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY 2010</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting in front of my laptop, not know what to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew called, telling me dinner starts around 6. I don't have much time but I'm most packed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing that came out from my mom's mouth was, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you not coming home for the night? WHY CAN YOU JUST STAY AT HOME ON NEW YEAR'S EVE??! WHY CAN'T YOU GO VISITING IN THE MORNING?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was rude and annoying(being my mom she does have all the right to be so). But really I really feel like crying. I've packed my bags good enough for an 5 days overseas trip. But I'm just going to Andrew's place to stay till like Tuesday or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the screaming and yelling. I really don't know what feels like home. I don't have a say. My cousin who's young than me is rude and obnoxious(and my mom and his dad let him have his way). My mom doesn't want Andrew over. I don't wish to stay as well. There are just too much stuff going on at home. I'm very sensitive when it comes to family. I have family members yelling at each other. I hate they can't see eye to eye(I know that's never possible). But still, I'm sensitive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me wanting to stay at home and spend a lil more time(but er I AM AT HOME. And erm no one wants to spend quality time at all). BIG HUGE FUCKING ASS part of me wanna be with the ANGs or CHANs. At Andrew's, we will sit outside watch TV, talk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've so much packed. Big part of me don't wanna be home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-5571739266836371403?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/5571739266836371403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=5571739266836371403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/5571739266836371403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/5571739266836371403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2010/02/cny-2010.html' title='CNY 2010'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-5322206022214763394</id><published>2010-02-02T05:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T05:16:50.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have like red/orange/brown hair now, permed and chopped SHORT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck. No one's gonna be jealous of my hair now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-5322206022214763394?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/5322206022214763394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=5322206022214763394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/5322206022214763394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/5322206022214763394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-have-like-redorangebrown-hair-now.html' title=''/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-3435582169268500564</id><published>2010-01-27T01:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T01:31:23.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got home from town. The plan was to go sign up for Mio TV's soccer channel. Turns out they need Mr Ang's dad to go down personally. Met up with Papi. I was texting him the whole day asking for my allowance then he told me he's at Tangs with Aunt Ray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad looked.... TIRED. I told him he has heavy eye bags, I guess he was tired from work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: "Ahyo daddy! You see you so stress from work that your eye bags so heavy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: "I sleep not enough not work stress is because I've been watching soccer at night."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, read my twitter for updates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-3435582169268500564?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/3435582169268500564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=3435582169268500564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/3435582169268500564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/3435582169268500564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-got-home-from-town.html' title=''/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-7667559848739512804</id><published>2010-01-11T18:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T18:46:23.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrghhh I wish my life is far more complicated than yours</title><content type='html'>Have you hate someone that much in life but you still wanna try to forgive them and care for them knowing their lives are far more screwed up than yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've. And it's freaking annoying. Because that man lives in my house and I really hate him. But seeing the things he has been going thru lately(with his son), I can't help but wanna help them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-7667559848739512804?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/7667559848739512804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=7667559848739512804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/7667559848739512804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/7667559848739512804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2010/01/arrghhh-i-wish-my-life-is-far-more.html' title='Arrghhh I wish my life is far more complicated than yours'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-6181355270690983330</id><published>2010-01-05T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T01:00:27.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysia Trip</title><content type='html'>PLEASE LET IT LOAD FOR A FEW MOMENT THERE'S LOT OF PHOTOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was on a trip to attend my father's wedding. It went very well. So let's start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my father's wedding wasn't an extravagant one. Neither was it some chin cai one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on the 24th of December, there was his R.O.M. And apparently there was no space at the registrar that the ceremony had to take place at Yio Chu Kang CC. Sad can. Was still hoping to go Fort Canning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ceremony will start at 10am. Which mean I have to be there by 9. Which also mean that I have to leave by 8. Which also mean if I wanna have breakfast, I gotta leave by 830. In a nut shell(LOL), I gotta wake up by 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set to meet Baby at 8am at Orchard MRT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070306.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070306.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did my nails the day before. Wanted to do a French manicure. But then like too ku niang. And I going for after party. I don't wanna ruin my nails. So somewhat a 'french manicure'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070310.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070310.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 7am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070313.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070313.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070316.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070316.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coconut face. We were like the first to arrive. Damn bored la. We had our breakfast and over estimated the time for the ride there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070318.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070318.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070323.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070323.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited until it rain T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070324.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070324.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally everyone's here and we're inside the room where the ceremony took place. Amazingly, the place was nicely done up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070325.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070325.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First photo of the bride and the groom :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070326.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070326.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070327.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070327.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070328.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070328.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bride with her family(from Malaysia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070330.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070330.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Groom with his family :) My grandparents, uncles and aunties and baby cousins didn't attend cause no one could take the day off from work. And there were not enough sits for them in our cars. YES, CARS. And yes, my face damn puffy if I don't have enough sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070332.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070332.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070334.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070334.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070336.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070336.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I do. I do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070337.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070337.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070341.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070341.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070342.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070342.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texting early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070343.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070343.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow this photo of my dad so damn cute la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070344.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070344.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070345.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070345.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut up. I know I have puffy face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070347.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070347.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070348.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070348.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070350.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070350.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't understand how can daddy drink Coke early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070351.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070351.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ring around the roses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070352.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070352.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070353.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070353.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The witness are my stepmother's sister and my dad's godbrother, Uncle Jimmy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070354.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070354.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole ceremony was in Chinese. And I told Mr Ang that no way our wedding will be like this. Cause I won't read my vows properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070356.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070356.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070357.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070357.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rings on the pillow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070358.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070358.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070361.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070361.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070362.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070362.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ring exchange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070364.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070364.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now pronounce you Husband and Wife. 1...2...3.... Awwww. KISS KISS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070365.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070365.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their videos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="600" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullscreen="true" allowNetworking="all" wmode="transparent" src="http://static.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070363-1.flv"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070367.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070367.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070368.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070368.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Jimmy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070369.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070369.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunty Rachel(that's what I call my stepmum)'s sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070370.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070370.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.O.P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070374.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070374.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070375.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070375.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070377.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070377.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070378.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070378.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070380.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070380.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070381.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070381.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070383.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070383.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Ray tried to pull a stalk of flower outta the bouquet. But they are bundled so tightly together. So not flower tossing :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the ceremony, went to daddy's house to rest. First time going to his house. And I love my dad's house. Always has his smell :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Mr Ang was so amazed that daddy has two TV screens in his living room. With 3 Starhub set up boxes. WTF. He explained. One for the room. The other two for the 2 TVs in the living room. So he can watch 2 different soccer matches at the same time. Major WTF la. I think it sparkled something in Andrew's stupid monkey brain. OK, I might consider that suggestion. MIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my dad drove us to Sim Ming to Fiat showroom to rent a car. After we got the car we headed down to Parkway Marine Parade. And guess what?! We got into a car accident!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dumbass Renault Megan kiss the ass of our car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070384.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070384.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070385.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070385.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no choice after lunch drove back to the showroom for a checking. I swear at the time of the day without having much sleep the previous night. I went bonkers. I started throwing my temper at Andrew. But OK la, both of us are super tired that the moment we got to his place to let him change into something comfy we knocked out on the bed instantly. Not long before my dad called to hurried us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we drove down to my place, I changed into comfy BBQ attire and head down to East Coast Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT KNNBCCB. Don't know what the fuck. My tummy cramped like nobody's business. Worst, there was an earthquake. And everyone took it so lightly -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was much talking drinking eating. Super yummy la. I don't know where my dad got his BBQ food from and how Andrew managed to BBQ a mutton chop so tender for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate mutton chop. HATE is an understatement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, OMFG. The mutton chop damn nice la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the BBQ drove Aunt Ray's family back to the hotel and I went back to my place to collect stuff and then drove to Andrew's place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were seriously SOOOO freaking tired. But we're going to Orchard the next day. So my eyes brighten up and I went to bed the first thing after shower. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 930 to shower and then waited for Andrew and my dad to wake up. Headed uptown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070392.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070392.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070393.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070393.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070394.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070394.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signature pose while driving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070395.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070395.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070396.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070396.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070400.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070400.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070402.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070402.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070403.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070403.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070405.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070405.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070406.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070406.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070407.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070407.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG Thank you Fida Bao Bei for the camera :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070410.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070410.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070411.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070411.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG Our car has a sun roof :) Looks like sky dark dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070412.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070412.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070413.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070413.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070414.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070414.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was instructed to park at Tangs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070426.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070426.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it's Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070427.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070427.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always curse and swear when I'm crossing that bleddy zebra crossing. Now tables are turned. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070428.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070428.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love my straw bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070430.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070430.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tangs carpark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had our lunch at Ion. Went to take photos around Orchard. Obviously Aunt Ray's family did. Bought a Tee from River Island. We walked into Paragon and passed by Tod's. Andrew was like, "You try go tell you dad you want a Tod's la." And so my dad overheard us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: "What bag you want? Coach? Gucci? LV?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: "No. A Tod's."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: "How much is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: "I'm guessing 5K(cause I saw a Tod's I like and it bleddy cost 5K la)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: "Why you so aunty one?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: "Where got!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: "Why can't you like something from Gucci or Coach?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: "Mai!(When my eyes hovered over his shoulder and staring at a bag in Coach display behind him)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering my dad saying something like he will buy me something there. I walked away. F-ing dumb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then back in Singapore, Mr Ang told me like my dad was that close buying me a bag from Coach that day if I really did ask for it -.- There goes my xmas presy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. OK, I sound damn bimbo now. But yea, I guess my dad thinks I'm old enough now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just part of the whole trip that we realized how much my dad loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070431.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070431.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know youre in Malaysia when......(complete the sentence)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070432.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070432.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070434.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070434.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070435.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070435.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070436.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070436.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070443.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070443.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070445.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070445.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotel lobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070447.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070447.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I really really love my straw bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070448.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070448.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my other bag. And I have 1 more overnight bag and 2 plastic bags. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070450.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070450.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070452.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070452.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070453.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070453.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star Sports&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070454.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070454.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070455.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070455.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally checked in to our room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070456.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070456.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Tee from River Island. Neither me, Andrew nor my dad is a Chelsea fan. Ironic. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070457.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070457.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has red sequins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070458.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070458.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby. Very tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070461.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070461.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070465.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070465.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Room 2003. The Chan family plus Aunt Ray's family, we took up like more than half of the rooms on the 20th floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070466.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070466.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070467.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070467.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My chap Ba Langs LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070473.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070473.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so bored and hungry while waiting for Aunt Ray to do her nails I started playing with the matchsticks in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070474.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070474.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070475.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070475.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote Andrew a love letter it was meant to be a surprised. But before I could finish, my dad brought us out for dinner. And when we got back I rushed straight to the toilet forgetting the seal the letter. And Andrew saw the letter. Bu hao wan de!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070478.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070478.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070480.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070480.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070482.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070482.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070484.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070484.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070486.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070486.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070489.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070489.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast coupon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070490.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070490.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out in the middle of the night. Trying to be adventurous we walked across the street for supper. Not knowing what they serve there neither do we know how to order cause neither of us speaks proper Malay -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered this burger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=26122009018.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/26122009018.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It comes in 'special' or 'normal'. 'Special' is with egg and cheese. F-ing delicious la. 4.30RM Damn cheap can. It has the height slightly shorter than a Big Mac!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=26122009017.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/26122009017.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satay. We ordered 10. 6RM. So 60centsRM each. You convert to Singdollar! WTF! Damn cheap la. And OMGGGGGGEEEEE So nice la. Unlike Singapore Satay. They don't marinade la. But the original taste of the Satay damn nice lor. Even mutton also don't have the smell :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered a can of Coke and ta bao this thing called Keropok Lungor(sorry I can't spell). Total only 14.30RM. Cheap like mad. Not only is it cheap it's like super duper delicious la. And the people there are super nice and friendly :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070494.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070494.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby super early tired face. We woke up around 8 plus and guess what Aunt Ray's family already there having their breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070495.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070495.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070496.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070496.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite breakie :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast, we pigged out and went back to sleep till like 1 plus. Where daddy had to go check in rooms for my grandparents, uncles and their wives and kids :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy gave us money and we took a taxi to Palangi. Which is actually like a 5 minutes walk from our hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought DSTT. 55RM. And to modify your PSP only cost 25RM. Seriously WTF lor. Ate Mcd and Auntie Annie. Their pretzel there like so much nicer than Singapore one leh. Somemore cheaper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070498.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070498.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mcd serves curly fries there. But not nice one lor. Somemore the nuggets and chicken all dark brown in color. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Palangi we had to rush back to our hotel to prepare for the wedding dinner at Danga Bay. It's like at the outskirt of JB along the Straits. But you know what? We lost our way. And the funniest thing is that I've been there many years ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we're driving into the carpark, I told Mr Ang,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aye actually I've been here before."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear like my uncles and aunty sitted at the back sit wanted to slap me lor. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, running a little late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.- There was 3 wedding going on in the same function hall. Seriously like WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So siao lor. If you happened to walk into the wrong wedding and then just sit down at the table thru out till the bride and groom come in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, at the wedding.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070499.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070499.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huge ass projector. Well the place is small la. It's a small simple wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070500.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070500.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070501.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070501.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menu &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070502.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070502.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070503.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070503.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070505.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070505.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't manage to take pictures from the wedding album but then. Here's everything on the projector. I know it's very distorted cause from where I'm sitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070506.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070506.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070507.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070507.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070508.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070508.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070509.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070509.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn chio la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070510.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070510.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chandelier is damn pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070511.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070511.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's made up of many tiny bubble glasses. FINE, I have THE THING for chandelier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070512.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070512.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitted at table 4. Damn lonley one lor. The whole table only got me, Mr Ang, daddy's godma, godbro, his wife his son and my cousin. It's like what?! 5 adults and 2 young kids how to finish food prepared for 10 people?! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070513.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070513.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place really not bad lor. But seriously only convenient by car or taxi. And if you just wanna go walk around there, there's a HUGE ass eating place. I remember my dad bringing me there years ago. There's even free train ride around the area. And the best part?! A THEME PARK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070514.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070514.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cake box. The cake not bad lor. Not some lousy fruit cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070515.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070515.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whelan and Rachael sitting on a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070516.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070516.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man in red, my god father. Followed by his son and my cousin and his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070517.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070517.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070518.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070518.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070519.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070519.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070520.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070520.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do? SO hungry. Take picture lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070521.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070521.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070522.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070522.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070523.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070523.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070525.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070525.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo don't do justice to how much effort I put in to do my hair. So many bobby pins!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070529.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070529.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chandelier again. Actually there's one huge ass right above us and I asked Mr Ang, what if it gives way and fall on us. It's literally above us nia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070530.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070530.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reflection of my table high up on the window. The function hall is shaped in a way that it looks like an omni theater. So imagine how god damn high these windows are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070532.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070532.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we're like on some 'flyover' of the function hall. So we gotta walk up the stairs. So these are the glass panels from keeping us from falling to our deaths. LOL OK, did I just make it sound uber scary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070533.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070533.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070534.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070534.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070535.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070535.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coconut face again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070536.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070536.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070537.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070537.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nostrilsssssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070541.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070541.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The table behind ours is my uncles(my dad's brother. He has 4 other brothers) and their wives and kids' table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070542.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070542.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papi love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070543.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070543.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! Finally, food is coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070548.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070548.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, the usual first dish. Cold plate. Got my favorite tofu fishcake with meat inside!&lt;br /&gt;And Tau kee and egg with shark fin, prawn salad, and some weird seafood god knows what it is la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070549.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070549.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Bao Tang(4 treasure soup). Consist of fish maw, oyster, scallop and abalone. LOL the fish maw looks like some intestine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070550.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070550.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate lotsa fish maw cause it's my fav.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070552.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070552.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK lor, whatever. We already very bloated after the second dish which is the soup. So that explains why no more food pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070554.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070554.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first dish which is the cold dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070555.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070555.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si bao tang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070556.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070556.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time the chicken came we're too full liao la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070557.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070557.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even surrendered to my fav oatmeal prawn lor :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070558.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070558.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally something light. Veggies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070559.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070559.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember eating quite a lot of fish cause it's nice and it's steamed. And ever since I'm with the Ang family I learnt to appreciate steamed fish. In fact, fell in love with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070560.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070560.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my 'god grandmother' that I seriously cannot swallow anymore food down cause I'm really shoveling food down my throat. She told me just to eat some for appreciation. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070561.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070561.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse, there's 2 dishes of dessert. Since this is 'double happiness'. Make that 3 kinds of dessert. By now I could no longer stuff anymore food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070562.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070562.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I didn't even see this dish coming to my table lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070563.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070563.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their food not bad la. Rather nice cause even the last night in JB we went to their restaurant to dine. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070564.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070564.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my baby cousin taking lotsa this back to our hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070565.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070565.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that lady in pink. She's my 'sum sum(ok very hard to pronounce one)' my third uncle's wife. And their kids. Mr Ang say, all my cousin and me look alike. Huge eyes, hairy and got a lot of same features. LOL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070566.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070566.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070567.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070567.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070568.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070568.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really really chng face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070570.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070570.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070571.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070571.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070572.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070572.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070573.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070573.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070574.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070574.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070575.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070575.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070576.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070576.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the emcee &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070577.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070577.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070578.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070578.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070579.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070579.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pop the bubbly :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070580.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070580.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070581.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070581.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070583.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070583.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070583.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070583.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070584.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070584.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070585.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070585.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070586.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070586.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070587.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070587.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070588.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070588.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070589.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070589.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070591.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070591.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070592.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070592.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070594.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070594.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070595.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070595.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070596.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070596.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070597.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070597.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the left: Aunt Ray's eldest sister, eldest brother, her mom. Bride, Groom. My grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070602.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070602.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070603.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070603.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070607.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070607.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My papi screamed like so loudly his face turned red!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070610.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070610.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070611.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070611.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070612.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070612.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the last dish came out, my 'godfather' and his family left. Leaving me and Mr Ang at the table. So my uncles called us over to their table. So sweet can, the table is already fulled. They made space for us. And we started talking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn funny la. With the Chan family, no one is not daring enough to speak vulgarity. But in the funniest way, of course. Outta nowhere, my 'mm sok'(fifth uncle) slammed a empty glass in front of me along with beer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nah. One shot. All down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I haven't drink in the longest time, YES it's true. Mr Ang is my witness. In 2 years I had only a bottle of Corona and it's because it was Terrence Ong(my bestie from Primary school)'s birthday. And the last time I even came close to the SMELL of alcohol, I felt so sick I wanted to go home and rest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hesitated. But everyone else on the table was encouraging me. Siao ku ku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine. I gulped it all down at once. This would be fine if I did it a few years back but then recently I start to have very embarrassing allergies alcohol -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done. Only because it was my dad's wedding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stunned was the word written across my uncles faces. I don't know why. I'm puzzled as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wasn't really expecting you to down it at once!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF la. Now then tell me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not enough. Come come, MORE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Andrew also!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the only thing that came out from everyone. Andrew escaped from the drinking because he was our driver. Ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along came my 'ma ma'(my dad's mum). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Girl, why you never drink?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mm sok: "No she drank. All at once!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT! That encouraged her to gave me the glass of Martell that she was holding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, not that I don't wanna get drunk. Like I said EMBARRASSING ALLERGIES you don't wanna know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thankful my dad walked over to our table. I told my papi everyone is making me drink. But NOOOOO, my dad didn't stop them. He just walk away after my mm sok told him how fast I could drink. Poor Andrew so helplessly seeing me drink and my havoc granny pushing me more alcohol in her hands and making everyone drink with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had so much fun catching up with my uncles and their wives and my crazy granny :) My uncles forever teasing me and me forever bickering back. MUHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncles went a lil more crazy, took the bottle of beer from the waitress and started their never ending drinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in order for us to leave the tables, my uncles made the girls(me and my aunties EVEN my baby cousins, siao aye they all in primary schools) drink a glass more before we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha! Finally on our way home and we lost our way. And when we're back in our room half way thru my bubble bath I throw up -.- Dragged myself outta bath tub and into bed. K.O., again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third morning, we woke up the latest but not as late as papi and aunt Ray. Dragged ourselves outta bed for breakfast. My grandparents and uncles are all there finishing up their food -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thankful that I managed to convince my dad to extend the car rental for one more day otherwise we would have to return the car by 2pm that day. Which means I can't spend more time with them and can't go shopping!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Christ(we didn't know he's the director of Fiat or something until we got back in Singapore) extended our rental for only at extra 50 dollars. And the surcharge was only 20 bucks la. Seriously no rental company charged that cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, so fun. Went to Holiday Plaza to shop again. My granny wanted a cup of Coke from Mcd. And I happened to saw my 2 cousins. They were like trying to buy ice cream. I can't pronounce one of their names. Yes, I'm an ass. And I saw she was trying to pay with coins -.- she took out a bag filled with loose change. Ok, the ice cream cost like only 1RM? So I told her I would like to pay for her. She got like so happy? -.- Hehe, alright I'm happy as well. Then I turned to my other cousin, Jing Yi and asked if she wants one as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG she like never see me for months and now she's afraid of me. LOL. In the end, right before I turned my back I heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jie Jie, Jing Yi wants this ice cream. But it's like 4 dollars leh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww..... So cute. What's 4RM to me? My dad has like given me so much money for this trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to walk around, promised my mom I'd buy tidbits back for her. At the tidbits shop, my 2 cousins popped out again. Yes this time, (OK, I'm guessing her name is like Xi Jie or something), bought a packet of tidbits and tried to pay using coins again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just told her, again, that I will pay. Haha I feel like a big sister to them when I say that. LOL Yea what, I am the oldest among then. Xi Jie is only like what Primary 5? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, something happened to us at Holiday Plaza. My mm sok parked our car cause he wanted our car to be near his so it would be more convenient for everyone after shopping later. So we have no idea where the hell is our car, the exact lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing is, we went separate ways after shopping. So we couldn't find the car. We walked around like for 10 minutes not able to find our car. And my grandparents was with us walking the whole time. Not only did they not complaint a single word, they were super uber duper nice. They helped Mr Ang carried our bags of shopping and continue walking with us and even told us to take our time. Awwww.... And my grandparents are already like 70++ years of age and they seem more energetic than us lor -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Holiday Plaza, my dad fetched us for lunch. It's somewhere no longer in JB -.- To some Shao la(roasted meat) shop. Haha! That's when I realized my family is that huge. We had to have 2 tables. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my table was my third uncle, his wife, his son, my fifth uncle(mm sok) and his wife and me and Andrew. While waiting for our food, my third uncle's wife(my sum sum) asked me what have I been doing for the past 2 days in JB. I told her nothing but shopping, I told her my dad will just give us money so that we can do shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of them were like so shocked. Then my third uncle(my sum sok) said that my dad pays me to go shopping. I replied, "yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, all my accommodations are paid by my dad. Hotel and all my meal, car rental, petrol. What more can I ask for and what more do I need. And not as thou I will buy clothes from Palangi or Holiday Plaza. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In total, I think my dad gave me like more than 400RM. And the holiday thing I spent on was at Watson and Guardian pharmacy. Yes, WTF right. What can I possibly have bought with so much money? Haha, frankly, I have no idea as well. Outta that amount of money, I bought only 1 Mcd meal, aunty annie and coffee from starbucks and coffebean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad has never once rejected me when I asked for money. It's always a hundred dollar bill. And I never once gave him back any money that was left. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think at the moment everyone gained a deeper understanding of exactly how much my dad loves me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to add on when I told daddy that Andrew's birthday was in a few days, he told me to pick something for Andrew and tell him how much it is so he can pay for it. Awww....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my 'sam sam' added that I must turned up for any future gathering with the Chan family because they don't get to see me so often. Regardless of CNY, or any occasions even my grandparents birthday, they want me to turn up. OMGEE I almost cried at the table la. I mean that's the kind of family love and bounding I'm looking for all these while. And when they told me that they looked at me so seriously like they mean it so badly that they love me so much. So I promised(DUH!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I told them they have to remind daddy cause' he always tell me last minute lor. Like the most recent birthday they celebrated for my grandpa. But I do take the initiative when CNY is coming to ask my dad when we dinning out with the Chans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. OK, back to the food. The food was to die for la. Super duper yummy and cheap. 13 adults 3 kids spent like 90 bucks for lunch. We ordered like a lot of food la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After shopping at Palangi and Holiday Plaza, I doubt there's anything I would buy clothes in Malaysia at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Where we going next, daddy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: "Shopping. I thought you wanna shop?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Ohhh... I'm very tired. I don't care what shopping I just wanna sleep."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: "You sure not? Got mango there leh. But no Zara."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMMEDIATELY! Woooshhh My eye opened big big. Finally. Some decent shopping :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! Everyone at the table started laughing at my expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right before we drove off. We walked into a toy shop right opposite of the street. OMGEEE! Oldest toy shop I've seen. But Mr Ang went ku ku crazy inside. The amount of toy cars and automobile toys they have. It's like walking into shoes paradise for Mr Ang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we stepped outta toy shop, I dug all the Malaysia coins I've collected over the past few days,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: "Daddy, got coins to give you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: "Wha very nice ah. Every time I give you a hundred dollar bill, give don't know how many hundred dollar bills and in return as 'change' you give me coins!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off we go.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070616.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070616.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mm sok's car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070617.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070617.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070618.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070618.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know youre in Malaysia when.... YOU SEE BILLBOARDS!!! Mm sok's and my dad's car in front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070619.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070619.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary can. The amount of taxis waiting outside the shopping mall. I don't think I've seen this many taxis even at Taka or in town lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070620.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070620.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver. Obviously a bit tired from waiting in line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070621.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070621.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORE MORE MORE taxis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070623.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070623.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it off. Warm weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070624.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070624.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070626.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070626.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old school's carpark ticket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070627.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070627.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To AEON we gooooooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the car I told Mr Ang that I hope they AT LEAST have topshop inside otherwise I will just sit at Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But looking at the size of AEON shopping mall, it's like Suntec City but twice or 3x as big la! Definitely got things to buy I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we drove in, we saw Manhattan Fish Market. So I don't think it's that bad la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I stepped in....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YEAAAAHHHH!!!!...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what came over me. I skipped and ran towards my dad and started jumping up and down and really screaming. My uncles and aunties all gave me the 'wtf' stares. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like. OMGEEE! Finally. Some civilization. YES YES YES! They have Topshop, mango and DP there. FINALLY!!!!! There's bodyshop and more.... OMGEEE! Finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed hold of my dad's arm while Aunt Ray was holding the other. I told my dad that I'm gonna stick real close to him so that if I see something I like he can't run away. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My loving daddy oh so nice told me, "Please... You go walked around first, DP, mango whatever. You go first, you take later I come pay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AHHHHH!!!!!!" was the only thing that managed to came outta my mouth. I PULLED(more like tugged) Mr Ang's arm and RANNNNNNN all the way to DP. Which was actually just next door. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran in and out of every f-ing shop there is. And..... BOUGHT.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING. ABSOLUTELY NOTHING -.- Nothing caught my eye. Though every thing was on sale but nothing caught my eye. I could have bought ANYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT NOOOO. NOTHING from Mango, from Topshop or DP -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: "My dad should ever be sooooo freaking thankful there's no RIVER ISLAND here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ang let out a smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: "Daddy, where's my xmas present?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy to Andrew: "What xmas present. Every week I also give her a xmas present."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: *Sulk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just means my weekly xmas present is my allowence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Though I bought nothing for the first 30 minutes, I was still happy. Civilization!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Jusco. Jusco is like Carrefour but hmmmm 10 times BIGGER. OMG! Like hello they are like a shopping mall themselves la. No wonder AEON is like sooo huge ass huge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manage to buy stuff from Jusco. They have very good deals there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070629.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070629.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking Muthafking tired. Every day so busy but only a few hours of sleep. Yes, no make up cause I thought we're just gonna have dinner and then go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070630.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070630.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starbucks there and in SG very different. Different xmas blend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070631.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070631.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are FAMILY :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070632.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070632.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh out loud :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070633.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070633.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dinner we went the restaurant that catered for my dad's wedding and we saw his emcee! LOL. Had seafood, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw looking thru the menu and my dad had already place the orders. I saw my favorite Yam Ring(it's a dish made of Yam shaped into the ring. If anyone'd remember I cooked that for my O level F&amp;N practical test. LOL and failed. With chicken, cashew and capsicum and baby corn piled together inside the 'ring')!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh. I was so tempted to ask my dad to order that because that's like my fav food. Even Mr Ang knows it. AHHHH. But there's like 13 of us plus 3 kids. Not possible because of me then order right and it's not like can order a smaller portion for me cause it's in a standard size. And I know my dad ordered a lot of food liao. So sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I flipped thru the menu and turned to my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Daddy can we order this yam ring cause I feel like eating?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: "I ordered that already."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: *WITH SOOO MUCH GLEE "REALLY?!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: "Yes, I know that's your fav food right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOPEEE! Daddy loves me lots. Neither did I expect he knows that I love that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe because he likes to eat that as well. I think I love everything my dad loves to eat. Haha! Baked bean for example. My mom, not a big fan of it. My dad and I. HUGE ASS HUGE fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUHAHAHA! There was crab, prawn and all my fav food lor. WOOOPEE! MUHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a coincidence, my mm sok sat next to Andrew at lunch and dinner. I kept telling Mr Ang my mm sok is bad influence cause he always bully me. Haha... This what my mm sok told me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't tell Andrew I'm bad influence. One day ah if we have gathering and I never turn up ah. Andrew confirm ask you where is your mm sok one. Then you will know how much he miss me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUHAHAHA! So cute can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're on the topic of Mahjong. When the Chan family found out that I FINALLY knew how to play they were like ecstatic lor. My granny stood up, stretched her arm across the table handed me a piece of paper and pen. For my cell phone number -.- So that she can call me over for MJ anytime. STEADY! Can't imagine when I finally learn how to speak Cantonese. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for us to head home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070634.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070634.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally a U-turn sign. Our first U-turn sign we saw since we entered Malaysia. Over there once you miss a turn, good bye my friend you might just end up in KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thankfully for my mm sok, he has a god damn GPS in his god damn car. My dad is just a walking GPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stucked in that god damn jam for like 2 hours. Already 12 plus and we're supposed to attend like Mr Ang's buddy(ah keong) BBQ gathering. By the time we left the custom, they called and told us they went home liao. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So headed back home. End of trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are what I bought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070637.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070637.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My PJs. 10RM each. Apparently, Mr Ang said that they look like dress on me cause they are too short. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070638.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070638.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a smaller size for Andrew as well. Our 'couple tee'. Not nice to wear one lor. So thick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070639.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070639.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I'm preparing for cold weathers. LOL. And no, I didn't buy illegal VCD back. That 'Yes Man' VCD was beside my clothes because Andrew's parents packed his room during our trip so there was a lot of things on his bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/?action=view&amp;current=P1070640.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Jon%20birthday/dec%2009%20malaysia%20trip/P1070640.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOLD YOU I PREPARING FOR COLD DAYS LA! The jacket don't look as nice here. There's mini coopers monograms on my jacket. So cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK! FINALLY can wrap up my post. My after thought of my post will come next. And so will my yearly 'thanks giving' speech. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-6181355270690983330?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/6181355270690983330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=6181355270690983330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/6181355270690983330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/6181355270690983330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2010/01/malaysia-trip.html' title='Malaysia Trip'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-288161234109564688</id><published>2010-01-04T17:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T17:19:22.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The spinal cord</title><content type='html'>Arrghh. I don't know how I sustain this much pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I got this injury as well. It's like one morning I woke up and viola! An annoying pain in the ass, literally. It's as thou my spinal cord was dislocated or something, it bend and pierced right into my butt(just right above my butt crack). OK, I know it may sound funny and rude but it is in fact very painful. So much that I couldn't lie or sit properly. I have to shift myself to a spot to ease the pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think that my spinal cord pierced into my nerves or something causing a bump there. It's DAMN painful and gross. I even cried when Mr Ang rubbed medicated oil on it for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less painful now but still there's pain. Smaller bump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright gonna continue blogging bout my trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-288161234109564688?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/288161234109564688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=288161234109564688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/288161234109564688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/288161234109564688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2010/01/spinal-cord.html' title='The spinal cord'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-3740813193529662416</id><published>2009-12-31T01:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T01:34:07.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Neh neh pok. I'm blogging the biggest post of the year. I've blogged for more than 2 days and I'm not done yet. HELLO??! I'm trying to summerized what happened in 4 days into one god damn post with an estimation of 200 over picture(it's actually 312 but I don't think I'm posting everything up).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy NEW YEAR! Andrew's birthday is on 1st Jan :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-3740813193529662416?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/3740813193529662416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=3740813193529662416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/3740813193529662416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/3740813193529662416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2009/12/neh-neh-pok.html' title=''/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-2300561166466354605</id><published>2009-12-20T01:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T01:39:26.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm kuku</title><content type='html'>Alright. Now I'm &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sibeh excited&lt;/span&gt; for my father's wedding. Finally I have details of his wedding. And very last minute information. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.... Sadly. I will only be gone for the week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. My 'itinerary' for the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow(Sunday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning: Prayer at Mandai&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon: Mr Ang gotta call Car rental companies to check out the car. My dad informed us like only today that he needs the car on the 24th. WTF. And we have to collect on the 23rd.&lt;br /&gt;Evening: Mrs Ang(Andrew's mom) birthday dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Thankfully, ROT. Or maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning: Collect passport&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon: Hopefully to squeeze in lunch with Mr Ang&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon: Collect camera, manicure from Bao Bei&lt;br /&gt;Evening: Movie plus dinner with mommy&lt;br /&gt;Evening: Hopefully to go Timbre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon: Hopefully to collect car.&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon: Trim brows.&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon: Alter Top&lt;br /&gt;Evening: Pack bag&lt;br /&gt;Evening: Staying over at Mr Ang's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning: ROM!!! :)))&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon: No idea what I am gonna do/or what's in plan.&lt;br /&gt;Evening: Gathering with the Chan family and Aunty Rachael's family :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what time: BUT BYE BYE PEOPLE! I'm away from Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat-Sun: Not around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok the week after, I think there's more in plan cause' of the other 2 Mr Angs' birthday plus I'm starting work! AWESOME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-2300561166466354605?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/2300561166466354605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=2300561166466354605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/2300561166466354605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/2300561166466354605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-kuku.html' title='I&apos;m kuku'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-2305011182718438541</id><published>2009-12-19T20:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T20:28:34.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I suddenly feel I like very bo eng(busy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus all the good food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, went to pick my mom up. Had Swensens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, brunch with my godmothers at TungLok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, Mr Ang's mommy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, Friend's birthday plus dinner and movie with my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, Daddy's big day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, Bye bye Singapore. See you when I get back which I have no idea is when. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I come back to Singapore there's still Mr Ang's and his dad birthday to celebrate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, his mom, father and his birthday falls in late December. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just like me and my mom, his and his father's birthday falls on consecutive days. New Year's eve and New Year. Yes my boyfriend is a New Year baby :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-2305011182718438541?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/2305011182718438541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=2305011182718438541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/2305011182718438541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/2305011182718438541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-suddenly-feel-i-like-very-bo-engbusy.html' title=''/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-3450851343824083351</id><published>2009-12-19T03:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T03:59:16.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bout friends</title><content type='html'>Blogging for the first time in bed using my phone.  &lt;br /&gt;i think i did and say very bad stuff bout my friends. Was tweeting bout it so might as well blog. A friend of my whom i haven't hear from in the longest time came to say hi. Instead of doing the same. I turned nasty and said stuff like he hasn't been talking to me all those while why the sudden talk. He said stuff like he's busy with school and problem. I told him off. Tat i'm not so much of a friend to share his problem with. And he told me not to get the wrong idea. Ok there after i cooled down and apologise to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my stand still remains. No matter how busy i've been i have never stop missing my friend when i'm alone at night. I'm not kidding. Whenever i say i'm missing a certain friend i mean it good. If a friend has been asking me out and i haven't do a rain check with her. I will drop her a message telling her i haven't been spending time with her and that i'm sorry. I get upset and angry whenevr people tell me they are busy. Hello?! Ever heard of texting? I mean it always warms my heart when i see a hello how are you doing message from a friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another part of me feels guilty because i haven't shared much with him the past 1 year as well. It's that we used to share a lot bout each other. We can like go out just because we wanna have dinner and talk. But then one day, we just disappeared in each other's lives and never talked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know there are people you could without hesitation tell em everything. But there are people who you will never even give a thought bout doing so? I learnt why. Reasons being A) i don't need more sympathy. I have enough of 'don't cry.' just let me cry can? Obviously i'm mother fucking sad then i cry. B) you don't wanna bother em. Very seldom that's the case for me. Because i love to share. Unless it's a issues so rather big. C) you not worth sharing. I can name you example. But spare me. I'm typing on a alpha numerica keyboard! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bottom line being, i care for people and i wish they'd do the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. If i don't text stupid messages like what i mentioned. I guess you can quite figure out youre just now worthy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.s if you think i'm will air your dirty laundry to whoever i can air them too which btw i've outgrown that phrase. Youre not worthy as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.s.s for the benefit of those who are clueless bout why imma upset. I'm attending my dad's 5th wedding on xmas. I've come to a point of no more sadnes but a mood for celebration cause i've 3 birthdays to attend to plus a wedding plus xmas and new year. Praying hard nothing goes wrong, my new job and a better year. And that's also why i'm leaving singapore for a few days. To attend my father's wedding. Really, i feel much better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night people :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-3450851343824083351?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/3450851343824083351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=3450851343824083351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/3450851343824083351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/3450851343824083351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2009/12/bout-friends.html' title='Bout friends'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-3654886631395249412</id><published>2009-12-09T04:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T04:49:45.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The uniform group boys</title><content type='html'>Was talking to a close friend(shall not reveal who) today. Let's give friend a name, 'peanut'. Ok so peanut told me that her godmother had a stroke and I could tell that she's really very upset. I don't know why la. Maybe cause' all my friends' love ones are mostly still healthy. But then again, I know how it feels when your one loves fall seriously ill. It's very sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peanut, if youre reading this. Know that god answers prayer and your godma will get well soon. Cause I hear her story liao I also very upset la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiers jio me go watch 'The princess and the frog'. At first told her not interested cause see the adv then like not nice. But then she said something that changed my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It has your Leonard leh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leonard is soooo history can? Leonard is a guy I had a crush on when I was in secondary 1. Asshole. I don't even know why I had a crush on such a guy la. He's in NPCC. I used to think wha like so handsome blah blah blah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm. Ask anyone who had been to the same secondary school with me. Leonard is FUGLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, then I stop having the stupid crush when I saw how mean he was to his cadets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, this reminds me. The guys I've dated/had a crush on are mainly in uniform group -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namely, starting with the crush I had in primary school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, Kenthan(I forgot how to spell his god damn name la). Not in any uniform group if I can recall cause last time in primary school my school too new no such thing as uniform group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leonard. NPCC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chee Kian. St John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chao Kun. Boy Brigade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other guy I had a crush on in school. Forgot his name. Wasn't a long crush so didn't tell anyone. I think I just causally mentioned that he's cute. OK NPCC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KC. None. DUH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic. A crush. Navy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo boyfriend better known as Sen. Navy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan. Forgot what's his CCA. If I'm not wrong SJAB(st john)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hassan. Whatever la. None. DUH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ang. NCC. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok la, there are others which no need to mention la. Not important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then CCB one lor. All of them SOOO f-ing proud of their CCA can? Like for what? I think I mentioned all except Boy Scout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, wait there is. In secondary school. Cause my school merged with some other school so there was a small cohort of Boy scout. And that scout lives in my block on the 29th floor. Amazing not. All the uniform groups ever possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again also not I picked their uniform group for them. But think bout it I rather date someone from uniform group than some chess club or IT club la =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I hear bout Mr Ang talking bout how good he was in his NCC how devoted stuff. I'm like..... Why didn't I attend Girl Guides. YES, I WAS a freaking Girl Guider -.- Major gu niang! I barely made it thru enrollment. But at least I kept my GG uniform until recently when I cleared my room. But I still have the handbook and song book and belt. Cause I think the belt quite chio. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I'm supposed to be napping cause I'm sending my mom to the airport. She's flying to China on a business trip. And I called yesterday afternoon and realized my dad is in Hong Kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called and I heard people blabbering in Cantonese. Then he told me he's in Hong Kong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry. Forgot to tell you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wha. How convenient. Forget to tell me. Forget to give me allowance. Forget to ask me what I want from Hong Kong. CB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he and his girlfriend flying back tonight. So technically if I have to send off and fetch both my parents I would be at the airport the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The send off my mom in the morning. The fetch my dad in the evening. Haha! Fat hope. My dad can take a cab home themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I told Mr Ang that I'm sooo pissed with my dad that I'm refusing to talk to him for today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He burst out laughing!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. The only reason because if I refuse to speak to him any longer means allowance day will never come. And since he's coming back only tonight. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-3654886631395249412?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/3654886631395249412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=3654886631395249412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/3654886631395249412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/3654886631395249412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2009/12/uniform-group-boys.html' title='The uniform group boys'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-5965171904448323787</id><published>2009-12-04T17:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T17:42:13.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went for lunch today, told Andrew how one of my friend(whom he knows as well)is getting fatter and fatter. Don't be self conscious unless youre guilty. Work out, woman! WORK OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I think after yesterday, Tiong was officially turned me into a freak. Gym freak that is. It's either you cut down on your diet or you exercise. And no, 'no time' is not an excuse. Unless your name is Ms Ivy Yeo who work OT like nobody's business and not by choice either. I can empathize lor why she oversleep on a working day. Then again, I think she barely eats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is particular la, just a girl I've start hating. I took her as a friend but she.... Alright, she didn't do much la. I just think she's try to make herself more slutty. And I say that because she told me something before which me and Andrew lost our respect as a friend for her. No, she didn't cheat on anyone. She said something worse than cheating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving yourself excuses is also not the way out. So you either shut up and grow fat or you can get your ass out and exercise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't deny I eat A LOT. The very least, I work out lor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's true like what many(my mom, dad, friends and god parents) said, I've lost weight. Not a lot. But it's still something. If you think otherwise, I'm OK with that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-5965171904448323787?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/5965171904448323787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=5965171904448323787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/5965171904448323787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/5965171904448323787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2009/12/went-for-lunch-today-told-andrew-how.html' title=''/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-1547161177518197891</id><published>2009-12-04T01:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T01:56:25.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm taking the saying 'a very special Christmas'. VERY LITERALLY this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-1547161177518197891?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/1547161177518197891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=1547161177518197891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/1547161177518197891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/1547161177518197891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-taking-saying-very-special-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-3398044585029329109</id><published>2009-12-01T01:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T01:59:48.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More of Precious moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=29112009002.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/29112009002.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=29112009003.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/29112009003.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=29112009004.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/29112009004.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=29112009005.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/29112009005.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=29112009006.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/29112009006.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=29112009007.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/29112009007.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=29112009008.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/29112009008.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fav picture of the bunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=29112009010.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/29112009010.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=29112009.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/29112009.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ang dug his nose the other day while hugging Precious. And he stretched his finger out to her and ask her to 'kiss'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally Precious would like our finger when we stick our finger in front of her mouth and tell her 'Kiss'. But depending on her mood one la. She happy then she lick lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after many 'Kiss kiss' from Mr Ang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precious licked his boogie from his finger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wha fucking gross la!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mr Ang claims that his boogie consists of only Precious hair. WTF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carried Precious away from that boogie monster. GROSS BOOGIE MONSTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Precious :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ang got slapped by me on the leg for making Precious eat his boogie. CCB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, in some way it's amusing la. Cause Precious is like dumb lor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: "That's why I call her bodoh(stupid in Malay)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad but silly funny :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-3398044585029329109?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/3398044585029329109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=3398044585029329109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/3398044585029329109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/3398044585029329109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2009/12/more-of-precious-moments.html' title='More of Precious moments'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-3820708720585933111</id><published>2009-11-27T05:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T06:26:59.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FML</title><content type='html'>At this ungodly hour I'm awake. Though it's seems like I've been sleeping for the past 5 hours or so I barely slept for 3 hours. My fan wasn't working, and when it suddenly did I started having mosquito bites -.- and now I'm awake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always something bout Saturday(Friday, in this case cause the long weekend starts TODAY) that I hate. The mornings to be exact. Because there's always no school on Saturday so I would stay up unusually late and thus have stupid emotional thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I've been pissed bout my mom lately and for real I hope she happens to read this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, all we ever talk bout(fight about to be exact) is MONEY. God damn fucking money. Money is the root of all evil, I know. But all she complains about is not having enough money. Asking me to take money from my dad who doesn't even live in my house. Not being fair at all. She started a new job, we all clearly know how much she fucking earns. CRYSTAL CLEAR. It's MORE THAN ENOUGH to cover up any(and I mean most) of my friends' parents(both) earnings. Yea, that fucking much and she's complaining she's broke. WTF. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact #1: She drives. Not a Merc nor BMW. A Hyundai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact #2: She doesn't spend on food either. She eats like 1 meal a day. And unless her office canteen is like serving foie gras every day I don't see why she's broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact #3: Her office is situated at Genting lane. For the sake of my fellow ex-schoolmates, it's like near world of sports. So how much of petrol is wasted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact #4: I concluded that the only expenses she has is her cigarettes. She smoke like every 15 mins on average. I'm not lying. Every time I have dinner with her, after dinner she would smoke. Understandable, I used to smoke so I know how 'shiok' it feels to smoke after you eat. But the moment I turn my head to the kitchen and step out, she lits up her second stick. I was WTF! I went into my room, switch on my laptop load Cafe world on FB. Step out of my room, she just started her 3rd stick AGAIN! When I ask why is she smoking so much, she told me cause' at work she doesn't get time to smoke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO WHAT?! It's not like eating, you haven't eat the whole day, I know youre fucking hungry SO EAT! But this is smoking. Unlike eating, there's input and output. Smoking has only input and more fucking input and then you get cancer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact #5: She's always at home, even on weekends. She attends church service on Sunday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me, where's her money?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has been so annoying recently. To be exact, after granny's death. HELLO?! She's not the only one who suffered the loss of a love one. I DID as well! I think only Andrew could understand how hard that period had been for me. Not crying in front of anyone. No one to run to. No one to understand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just a few days ago, she accused me of something so fucking ridiculous. Months ago, I signed up the broadband under my name with the intention of taking up a phone line with starhub. She promised in front of Andrew and my xiao gu that she would only pay the monthly subscription fee. Agreeable. But till date, I've been paying MOST of the bills. And when the broadband got cut off, she screams and yells at me. Telling me how important is her work and how she needs to check her email. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN FUCKING PAY THE BILL! Always I have to take money from my dad. Yea, which is my allowance! Why am I using my allowance to pay off bills? I even have to resort to taking money from Andrew. Not that he has the money either, he fucking saves up just to pay my bills! No logic right, neither my dad nor Andrew lives in my house, so why are the paying bills for me?! My broadband is like 50bucks a month? Which only makes up 1% of her pay(go do the maths yourself). Yea, now you know what I'm talking bout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact#6: My monthly utility bill comes up to the max 90 bucks. I swear that's like wtf. Today, Tiong told me that her bill is like even more than my. Comparing the size of both our apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the all that I'm upset about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm 19. Yea, people think that I can't achieve great things in life because of my age. I wanna prove them wrong. While everyone else is studying, I was working. Giving tuition almost every god damn day and as late as 11pm. By the time I reach home I'm gonna damn bumped. But does she understand? NO! I think there's a part of reason why I quit school that I doubt anyone except Andrew knew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quit school. It's my choice. I didn't say I don't wanna pursuit my studies. In fact I don't even think she remembers what's my dream. I don't wanna go attend any school(government or private) with my dad's money anymore. Not that he can't afford, I know he can. But I think I made a big mistake and letting people down by quitting school. So the least I think I should do is to earn my own money to see myself to school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means, I need to find a job that pays well enough to pay off my school fees. But I know any ordinary job isn't gonna let me go back to school anytime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first when my mom was out of job, she decided to start her own company. I was so hoping that I would be her right hand and help her all the way out in any way to help her succeed. But she didn't think I was worthy enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 19, I think most of my friends aren't thinking of proving to their parents of their worthy. Their priorities would be doing well in school, OK, also proving themselves. But my point is I wanna help my parents succeed. Not that they are not successful enough. But now that they wanna be their own boss, I wanna help. Because I wanna learn. I wanna be there to share their success. I wanna prove to them that I'm not just a kid who take money and squander them away. Yes, I spend a lot of money. But I wanna spend my OWN money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But did she believe me? NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think my dad would believe in my as well. And it took Andrew to made me realized that. How much my dad really love me. And how much my dad won't lie because he loves me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew just told me what my dad's reply was when he texted my dad without asking me. Andrew was just helping me to tell my dad how much I wanna prove to him. I doubt my dad all the time, I saw my father in a different light. I thought that he was the man who he used to be who I know. The father that left me when I was 2, so almost caused my mom a miscarriage. Who made me go thru hell when he went thru his first, second, third and fourth separation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Andrew, "I can forgive him. But he will never get the benefit of doubt from me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just a few days ago, I felt so ashame of myself. All this while, my dad loves me so much and I doubt him. Instantly, I recall the first time I made him cried. I bet you didn't know I even wrote a Chinese essay bout this. I was crying the whole time I wrote this compo. It got me the highest score in class and my teacher even came up to me just to tell me that I wrote a very emotional compo and I did so well. DUH! There were traces of tear drops on my paper. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't forget the face my dad had that night. It's very haunting. I don't think all these years the tears my mom shed was as haunting as his. That moment when I heard Andrew's words which my dad told him, I wanted to dig a hole and bury my face in it. How could I be so stupid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to thank my dad for believing in me and Andrew. The very least I think I should do is believing in him because he believes in me. Work hard and make him proud :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-3820708720585933111?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/3820708720585933111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=3820708720585933111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/3820708720585933111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/3820708720585933111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2009/11/fml.html' title='FML'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-4704614888545146904</id><published>2009-11-25T01:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T01:53:51.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KNNBCCB</title><content type='html'>Am I the only one who gets extremely hungry when having period. I swear I eat a lot during my period la! KNNBCCB again. Usual days I don't even eat THIS much lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I found out my dad really loves me A LOT. Not because it's allowance day. But I think he's the only one between both my parents who believes in me. Thank you daddy, though you will never see this. And yes, I DO say 'Thank You' to my dad :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-4704614888545146904?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/4704614888545146904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=4704614888545146904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/4704614888545146904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/4704614888545146904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2009/11/knnbccb.html' title='KNNBCCB'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-843287779482633540</id><published>2009-11-22T21:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T21:59:03.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over the weekends</title><content type='html'>Went to watch '2012' with the boy(Mr Ang's friends). They were watching 'Paranormal Activity' before we caught '2012'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to them, it isn't really frightening. Mr Ang called it 'Freaky'. Yea, the only word he could use to describe 'Paranormal Activity'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'2012' was nice. At least that's what I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I'm somewhat 'dumped'(Mr Ang would prefer not to use such a STRONG word cause' it wasn't his choice) at home. The Angs have to attend a wedding dinner. At first he told me that he will find a way not to attend but now?! And yes, FUCKING strangely(and very awkward) I must say, that the groom of the wedding is an ex boyfriend of Mr Ang's sister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The groom, Andy, apparently is VERY close to the Angs. Still it's WTF! Honestly speaking, I'm PISSED. Fucking pissed. I don't give a god damn shit if you think I'm childish or petty. Yea I am. I'm a petty woman, who why the fuck still read my blog? My behavior annoys you and you like, I presume? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's at Hotel Rendezvous. The last thing I wanted to be reminded of is KC(the black guy). The fact that Sunday night IS supposed to be spent with me is gone. I'm at home. Sick and untaken care of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all he could tell me was 'NOT BY CHOICE'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In car, Andrew told his sister not to outshine the bride cause' she has always look better than ALL the brides. Hmmmm, let's see. Number 1, looks are very subjective. Number 2, Having a good personalities is so much better than having THAT look and I think you jolly well know what better qualities your sister possess. If your sister is so much better than other girls. Fucking date her then. Oh wait, that's like incest! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, Andrew, you really think I'm not pissed a single bit?! I HAVE GAVE UP SO MANY THINGS BE IT FAMILY OUTINGS, FRIENDS THIS AND THAT JUST TO SPEND FUCKING TIME WITH YOU. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fucking asking you if you still wanna spend the night together. You told me, "How?!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking find ways, THAT'S HOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is too late. I put up a nice show for you in front of your family. And you can continue the show alone. It's not bout not attending the wedding I'm pissed bout(HELLO?! SPARE ME!). It's the way how you can have behave and take as though everything is not by choice for you. Not able to spend the night at your place was also because you don't have a choice. All you did was just give me money so I can settle dinner BY MYSELF. And you conveniently forgot to bring your phone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For tonight, you don't have to reach me either. Because you can spend your Sunday night alone. But you know for sure, I'm not alone. I don't want to be sick and alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE EVERYTHING IS "NOT A CHOICE" FOR YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy friend asked me something yesterday morning. Why my boyfriend isn't here to buy me breakfast since I'm sick. I told him it's 6 plus in the morning what can I expect him to do. My friend's answer was simple and it hit me like a big yellow phone book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's just going the extra mile for your one true love?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, going the extra mile. Instead my friend would do the same. But no my boyfriend(I wonder if you even deserve a title like this). Think bout' it, I'm sick as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think bout' it before you call me tomorrow and pick a fight, AGAIN. I don't wanna receive any apologizing texts or calls, cause it's just gonna piss me off further. And if you think by doing any of your silly antics like coming down over to my place would make me feel better, youre wrong and you know what it will turn out to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-843287779482633540?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/843287779482633540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=843287779482633540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/843287779482633540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/843287779482633540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2009/11/over-weekends.html' title='Over the weekends'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-452173209023710374</id><published>2009-11-20T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T23:20:20.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a friend, who's a machine. Exercise that is. Tiong, who works out like a machine, sweats like one as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my FIRST(yes) experience with her yesterday. Leaving me with a cold and sore body. And for crying out loud, the best part was hot shower :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being cooped up at home because I'm sick(and broke). 2 of my BFF asked me out today for shopping. Urrrghh. KILL ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate gallivanting. I hate it that I have to wait for 1 and a half month before I can start work. I need work. Because bills do not wait for a month. They need to be cleared.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Imma feeling sooo awful and I told Mr Ang I don't wanna talk. I know it sounds rude but I'm just not feel well. But I'm so glad he understands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-452173209023710374?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/452173209023710374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=452173209023710374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/452173209023710374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/452173209023710374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-have-friend-whos-machine.html' title=''/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-5368399272488260999</id><published>2009-11-17T02:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T03:07:03.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know, I've never appreciate whenever I read a blog post. But recently, I've learnt. And I guess in somewhere whenever a person(in this case, me) blogs, he connects with his friends. So OK la, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fucking sprain my toe. This a BIG huge reason why I wanna get rid of my bed frame. So as usually, every Monday I will return home. Today, no difference. Except I just had the urge to check mail, I guess as much there would be unread mails for the past 3 days. I toss my bag onto my bed. And THERE! I whacked my feet into my bed frame. I yelled "FUCK FUCK FUCK!". The instant moment I felt like slapping someone's face so that the person could feel my pain as well. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the only way to stop the pain was to numb it. Took a zip lock bag filled with ice and top it on my feet. It didn't numb the pain, in fact the pain was still there. And my feet was feeling coooold. So I took it off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I just wanna numb it. I put the ice bag on my feet again. This time, the ice made the pain worse. I wondered why la. Isn't it suppose to numb it. NNP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse part? I had to go buy my own dinner. Limping was the word. It's swollen. And every time I move my pinky toe(yea, it's only the pinky toe that I injuried) I could feel the joint rubbing against the other joint. You know it's the same logic like you sprain your wrist, but you can still move your finger. And that every time you move your wrist you can feel like joint rubbing against each other. And makes a 'cluck cluck' sound. Yea, I know sibeh high and painful. Does that mean I misallocated(that's what it says in dictionary.com. I thought supposed to be spelled as disallocated. I'm dyslexic. Whatever, you get the point.) my toe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, get well soon toe. I need you for jogging :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0597.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Photo0597.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you happen to spot this ring on my finger, it's no biggie. Mr Ang bought it for me as a gift. Not like very expensive either, it's the thought that counts. And there you see my Zhen Gu Shui at the back of the photo. Ahhhh. Pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I once knocked my feet into 3 furniture frames in 2 days. I knocked into my sofa, my bed frame and my mom's bed frame. Ended up with a really bad bruise really orh cheh and I went out with Tiers looking like I have big foot. Fuck my bed frame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-5368399272488260999?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/5368399272488260999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=5368399272488260999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/5368399272488260999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/5368399272488260999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-know-ive-never-appreciate-whenever.html' title=''/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-4630066766611215659</id><published>2009-11-10T22:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T22:09:04.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Give me the chance to prove my worthy. I know chance and respect is earned not given. But I need you to give me the chance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-4630066766611215659?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/4630066766611215659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=4630066766611215659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/4630066766611215659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/4630066766611215659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2009/11/give-me-chance-to-prove-my-worthy.html' title=''/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-2731104918445525357</id><published>2009-11-09T18:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T18:54:54.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahhhh. Home. Always feel so good returning to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smell of her cigarettes. The smell of my room. The pile of clean clothes on my bed ready to be hung up. My bed is made on Saturday cause I wanna make sure that I come on to a nice bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was fun. Had lotsa of good/junk food. Everyone was like, Oh you lost weight, LOUDLY. My god sister is getting prettier each time I see her. Amazing how much I can miss a baby. Her wailing, her smile and she gave me a kiss. No one but me. Awww. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone insisted I eat more. But I felt like I've ate for 3 days and 3 nights. "It's only tonight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO?! Tonight isn't the only night. And I argued back that 'tonight only' will turn into every night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They insisted that I shouldn't cut down on my diet because when the second month comes, I will lose even more weight. Yea, there's a inch loss(not literally) but I don't really feel the difference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was another junk food day. I blame it on ovulation. But I mean yea, it's true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's Monday and I'm bumped. Sleep sleep. Jogging time later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-2731104918445525357?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/2731104918445525357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=2731104918445525357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/2731104918445525357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/2731104918445525357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2009/11/ahhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-8076067050215541669</id><published>2009-11-07T14:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T14:11:05.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got errands to run. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go to the clobber for my mom.&lt;br /&gt;Get cigarettes for my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet my mom at Novena Square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to my god-sister birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally home sweet home with Mr Ang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-8076067050215541669?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/8076067050215541669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=8076067050215541669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/8076067050215541669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/8076067050215541669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2009/11/got-errands-to-run.html' title=''/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-1144098163252980773</id><published>2009-11-07T02:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T02:34:18.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I totally deserve it!</title><content type='html'>I'm a loser. I almost used slimming body scrub as facial foam. FML!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to clear the million bottles of bottle soap I have. I swear I have like Coconut, Grapefruit, Rose, Mango, Olive, Strawberry, Jean Paul Gaultier, normal body wash and of course slimming scrub. I doubt any of my friends have THAT many body wash. Along with that I have 2 shampoo, 3 conditional and 1 treatment cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The slimming body scrub is a lucky draw thing. Obviously, Mr Ang wouldn't need it, so I took it home. I used it the day I got it. Fucking burning sensation. I never like it, I tried something like that many years ago. Out of curiosity, I took one of my mom's slimming scrub to try because until today I'm still not convinced that the burning sensation is burning away fat. OK la, I never like that feel so I never carried on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I clogged those bottle in my toilet basin. With no lights, I mistakenly took the slimming scrub instead of my facial foam. ALMOST used it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I decided to still give it another chance, cause' I saw that Mr Ang's mom also had one exact slimming scrub(so must be good, I assume)  Fucking burning la. My tummy and my tights. And so are my upper lips cause' even though I washed my hands with soap there's still a little burning sensation left on my lips. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can give you another reason why I fucking hate slimming scrub, my eyes would fucking burn as well as I need to take out my contact lens. Left a burning sensation and I swear tomorrow when I put on my contacts it would fucking burn in my eyes as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last reason, which I just happened to find out today. My throat would burn as well. Cause' apparently, the burning sensation left on my lips has turned into vapor when I breathe and travel down my throat. Causing my throat to feel very irritated and burning as well of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all these dumb reason, enough for me to stop using slimming scrub?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so fucking happpy! Have another stuff toy to add to my Cinnamoroll collection. I simply ADORE Cinnamoroll!!! :D Fell in love the moment I saw it! And CTiers got a similar on too :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-1144098163252980773?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/1144098163252980773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=1144098163252980773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/1144098163252980773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/1144098163252980773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-totally-deserve-it.html' title='I totally deserve it!'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-1332173790591903488</id><published>2009-11-05T13:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T13:48:35.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mcd VS. Lambos</title><content type='html'>Alright waiting for Mr Ang to come over to my place so we can head out. I was reading bout' Mr Ang's blog post. He said stuff like how jealous he gets when I talk bout my ex-boyfriends or the somewhat scandalous life I've lead previously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's something funny to share. I don't think anyone really knew how Mr Ang won my heart. For the love of god! Every other guy who went after me(yea, SURPRISINGLY there ARE guys who go after me, OK! NNP! I ain't that bad can.) laughed their ass off went they heard of my story. Actually I don't think it's quite funny or any sort lor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously how many guys would actually make sure the love of their life has a filled stomach each and every time. Yea, I know in a way it's fattening and seems like the guy just want you to gain weight. But wait, imagine youre going thru a long day, you have eaten, and the guy just constantly texting you reminding you to eat. I think that's very sweet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how it started. I was sooo all crying over Hassan when he left. I fucking cried like for 10 months. And eventually I got so upset I started drinking again. Yea, I know for the history record, I shouldn't be drinking. SO, I left the wine glass on my table and there was a breeze which blew my window blinds to push the wine glass off the table. It shattered into pieces. Obviously not in a right state of mind, I went to pick up the glass pieces. I lost my balance and fell right onto the glass pieces. I 'stonned' for a moment. Turned back to grab a towel to stop the bleeding. Which I found out there were a puddle(yes, a fucking puddle) of blood. Seriously scared the hell outta me, I'm afraid of blood you see. The blood was freaking me out so badly that I forgot bout the pain. By the time I calmed myself down, I was feeling so giddy. I picked up the phone to call Mr Ang. No answer. Texted. Laid in bed, he called. I was sweeping away(teh a bit la! DUH!) telling him the whole incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me that he would come back the next day to clean my wound and put a proper bandage for me. Cause I did a horrible work for bandage. That's why I realized I cut bout 1 to 2 cm into my flesh. Amazing not?! Through out the night, the wound hurt. I was on the phone with Mr Ang, telling him how much my wound hurt. He sounded very upset as well to see me go thru the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, the next day he came down. Cleaned my wound and did my bandage. Amazing lor, I could move my finger. Previously when I did my own bandage, my palm was literally immobilized. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it followed the next night that, I told him I was hungry. Without ANY hesitation, he asked if Mcd will do? And yes, that night I had my Mcd and my mom was jealous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I'm concerned this man, has proved to attend to my well being first rather than my material needs or his sexually desire. That's how a man won my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe, here's prove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having this conversation with a guy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I thought you probably drive something more of a continental. A BM or a Mercs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: "Oh, I gave my BM to my brother."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Hmmm...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: "If you want, I could drive my BM out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Nah... Not as though I haven't sat in one before. Nothing new to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: "If you want I could drive my Lamborghini out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I raised my eyebrows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Nope. Still not going out with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Mr Ang, don't ask me who this guy is. Cause' it totally irrelevant. Cause' I fucking picked Mcd over a Lambo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, people are starting to think I'm insane. Whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna take this chance to apology to Mr Ang. I know I should have spared you the details of the history of guys I've dated. But I assure you, I'm not like that anymore. I just wanna be truthful to you, not keeping any secrets or lies because youre the Mcd and they are the Lambos. I love you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at all my other girlfriend, NONE(NONE NONE NONE!) of them have that sort of scandalous life. Not Cindys, not fidah and never Ivyyeo. I feel soo ashamed and train wreck. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-1332173790591903488?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/1332173790591903488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=1332173790591903488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/1332173790591903488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/1332173790591903488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2009/11/mcd-vs-lambos.html' title='Mcd VS. Lambos'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-3627832998123258973</id><published>2009-11-04T02:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T02:42:32.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't know there are people who actually read my blog. Sorry, my sitemeter is down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was having a conversation over lunch with Mr Ang when I asked him bout something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend, a guy friend who I wasn't really close to look and behave like a guy. He's puny and petite -.- Talks like one as well. His name is 'thermal flask'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Not his real name, DUH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: "You know when I first know Thermal flask, I thought he's gay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: "Huh? Why leh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: "You dare say you have never once felt that he's gay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: "OOOOOKKKK la. YES! HE IS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) It's always so funny the way how my boyfriend make comments bout my friends. Obviously, not towards close friends of my. But thermal flask is just simply fucking gay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-3627832998123258973?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/3627832998123258973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=3627832998123258973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/3627832998123258973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/3627832998123258973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-didnt-know-there-are-people-who.html' title=''/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-4147317491057821021</id><published>2009-10-27T03:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T02:29:39.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love jogging</title><content type='html'>OK, have been jogging regularly recently(FINE! Brisk walking. But brisk walking is good also lor).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today(assuming it's Monday the 27 of October 2009), a list of unlucky event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. NNP. Got rejected from the model casting. Never mind. Got over it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My mom got into a car accident and I almost witness it. Thankfully to those who are concerned my mom is perfectly A OK! :D I did NEVER expect that people(my friend) would care that much for my mom as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not go into pain-staking details of the car crash. After all, my mom's the one who crashed a taxi. She suffered slight bruise on her left or right(can't remember) knee. While the Taxi uncle suffered no injuries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT there's a motorcyclist who was injured. He self skidded and fell from his bike(SIBEH AU!). Causing the Taxi to jam his brakes but only hit the motorcyclist by a lil. My mom who was unable to break in time bammed in the ass of the taxi. And the motorcyclist had a cut on his upper lips. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT BUT BUT! NEH NEH POK! Obviously the motorcyclist was riding without a license. BECAUSE HE FUCKING refused to give us his IC number. CCB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went down to Traffic police and filed a report. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My mom's Samung Omnia suddenly didn't work. Wasn't able to unlock phone. Neh neh pok. Repeated tried. But still didn't manage to unlock. After several attempted to switch on and off the phone it bloody worked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm fucking tired even though I didn't have class today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I did this post a few weeks ago. SO like now, let's continue with what happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated my anniversary with Mr Ang. All I can say is I love him more than I did 365 days ago. There wasn't any fancy dinner nor gift. Cards that had the same words written on. But, that's us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always thine &lt;br /&gt;Always mine&lt;br /&gt;Always love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway dropped the idea of converting my room into a walk in. But it would be a little different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) There something that happened today(4th October that made me very happy). I originally wanted a bracelet that I fell in love with from Guess. But it was sold out. Today, I went shopping with Mr Ang, we went into inQbox and I saw this bracelet I fell in deep love with the moment I wore it. I wanted to buy but I was saving the money to buy something else. Wasn't expensive thou, but I didn't feel the necessity to buy it la. Mr Ang was like, buy la. Everything also buy buy buy, like I sibeh rich like that. But I would get the image of the bracelet outta my mind the whole time I was in the shop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to have pretzels and a drink. When Mr Ang told me he wanted to shit. He ran off. When he came back, we talked bout' something regarding our anniversary and I demanded the bracelet from Guess so he pulled my hand close to him and handed me the bracelet I saw at inQbox. That silly man actually lied and went to buy it while he was 'in the toliet'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried. Neh neh pok. Ok la, isn't the first time he did something so sweet for me. But just wanna make people feel a little envy. If you don't, it's OK. Because only someone you love so much do stuff like that for you, you appreciate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0521.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Photo0521.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ang bought this ball for Raening(Tiers's dog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of my mom's car accident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0520.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Photo0520.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0516.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Photo0516.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0515.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Photo0515.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go buy 4D. HUAT AH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, Mr Ang and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0511.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Photo0511.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0510.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Photo0510.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0509.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Photo0509.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0504.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Photo0504.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-4147317491057821021?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/4147317491057821021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=4147317491057821021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/4147317491057821021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/4147317491057821021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-jogging.html' title='Love jogging'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-1616079023700801080</id><published>2009-10-23T03:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T03:18:20.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>23 October 09</title><content type='html'>At Marks and Spencer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buying shower gel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: "Should I buy the Rose or Coconut one?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: "See which one your like lor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: *WTF?! "So is which one?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: "........"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: "........"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: "OK, simple. Do you wanna smell like Nasi Lemak or Bundung?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: *KNN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls, NEVER EVER ask a man for opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. In the end I settled for Coconut and Grapefruit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-1616079023700801080?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/1616079023700801080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=1616079023700801080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/1616079023700801080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/1616079023700801080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2009/10/23-october-09.html' title='23 October 09'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-6598824008537841470</id><published>2009-10-13T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T23:45:17.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>Freaking awesome! I packed my room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know what's the damage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 over bags of stuffs! I'm not kidding! I literally swipe EVERYTHING I had in my cupboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with 6 piles of clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In hope for converting my room into a walk-in wardrobe concept, I made a boo boo! CCB!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-6598824008537841470?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/6598824008537841470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=6598824008537841470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/6598824008537841470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/6598824008537841470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-8017467269099364928</id><published>2009-10-07T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T23:42:37.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I really can't stop crying</title><content type='html'>My hamster, Willy, died. Today, the 7th October. He has lived with me since 29th November 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw him lying on his bedding not moving when I opened his cage, it instantaneously brought me back to the day my granny passed away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Willy is getting old and sick. I mean he already has a broken arm and plus he's like 4years plus now. Old for a hammie. I keep telling myself I can't cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, don't find it dumb that I cried even though it's just a hamster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willy was given to me, as a gift by my best friend Sanjay. I remember how I used to joke bout I want a dog. Initially, he found a dog that his friend wanted to give away. But before he could contact his friend, his friend had already given it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was upset. And he asked me if I wanted a hamster. And I was sooo happy. And supposing to be 3 hamster. But I kept thinking that he was just kidding. BUT NO! He came one day to school carrying a big red plastic bag and told me that the hamster was inside. Everyone in class was so fond of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day with Willy wasn't so good. First of all, I knew mommy won't allow me to keep him. But I really like Willy a lot. So I kept worrying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skipped class and brought Willy along. Not knowing that pets are not allowed on public transport, I was kicked outta MRT. PUI! And we traveled for long distance. We first took a bus from Woodlands to Bugis. And changed bus from Bugis to Tiong's house which was at Macpherson(aljunied). Yea, at her place I remember, we played with Willy. Then he was super skinny and stinky. Haha! But we left Tiong's place and went to Bedok reservoir to a comics shop with Tiers and Bao Lin. And after that we traveled home. Long distance with bumpy rides for a poor little hamster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I texted my mom that night telling her I'm bring Willy home. She didn't reply me. Obviously not consenting to whatever I was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But soon she began to accept that cute little fellow. I mean seriously he does look cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the second reason would be that Willy was the one thing that I see every night during the rough period I went thru. Sen, the man I hate the most. OK, if you guys forgot who he is. Trying recalling back in 2007, I dated a guy. Something happened to me. And very little knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I cried every night. I was a total lost because that asshole made me felt so little of a woman. Took every of my self esteem away. I know it sounds seriously, but previously if I haven't told you guys how much of an asshole he is. I will now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night I would sit beside Willy and talk to him. Because I guess he's the only one who wouldn't feel bad for what happened to me and would just listen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though he's just a hamster. I'm surprise that he will sit close to the edge of the cage just to hear. And he wouldn't move a bit until I'm done talking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But soon I got better and I sort of neglected him, much. Though being just an animal, he show me what's perseverance and strong will when he broke his arm while playing on his wheel and became permanently handicapped, he lived on and lived on good  .  Ultimately, whenever I showed him my attention he will always be there for me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him so much more as a hamster. I know you have lived for a long time for a hamster life. And I hope you lived well. You will always be my Willy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willy, I really love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-8017467269099364928?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/8017467269099364928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=8017467269099364928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/8017467269099364928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/8017467269099364928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-really-cant-stop-crying.html' title='I really can&apos;t stop crying'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-6086875041230437845</id><published>2009-10-06T03:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T03:32:37.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screw you period!</title><content type='html'>NB! I'm on a emotional roller coaster now. A while happy a while sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nervous. PSLE week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sibeh afraid my student won't do well and I'm sooooo dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if she commit suicide?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final year exams are coming as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if they do so badly?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worries of a teacher :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-6086875041230437845?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/6086875041230437845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=6086875041230437845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/6086875041230437845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/6086875041230437845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2009/10/screw-you-period.html' title='Screw you period!'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-8193323077433851948</id><published>2009-10-06T03:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T03:27:54.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just to clear some doubt</title><content type='html'>Bout the girl I was talking bout previously, isn't someone that is THAT close to me. So please people, don't get mistaken. You'll definitely know if youre dear to me or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why am I'm bitching bout her then. Because, she is D E S P E R A T E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok and I've vow not to ask her along if I call for any gathering, and it's not as if she will turn up either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So good night :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-8193323077433851948?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/8193323077433851948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=8193323077433851948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/8193323077433851948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/8193323077433851948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-to-clear-some-doubt.html' title='Just to clear some doubt'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-1234829091122772764</id><published>2009-10-06T02:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T02:57:43.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't get me pissed off. Get me jealous.</title><content type='html'>The day that I ever REALLY get jealous of her is the day she own her first Tod's or Chanel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. Kate Spade, to begin with &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-1234829091122772764?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/1234829091122772764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=1234829091122772764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/1234829091122772764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/1234829091122772764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2009/10/dont-get-me-pissed-off-get-me-jealous.html' title='Don&apos;t get me pissed off. Get me jealous.'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-8487704839099915231</id><published>2009-10-03T03:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T03:40:23.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 year later......</title><content type='html'>1 year ago.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I celebrated Mid Autumn festival with Dino and Tiers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 year later.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm celebrating it with Mr Ang. Because I'm attending some gathering at Luqman's house. Along with birthday celebrations! It's my dearest Sanjay's birthday and Ah neh neh(Naresh) birthday back to back. Mr Jay turned 21 and Naresh turning 20 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 year ago.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had 3 boxes of mooncake in my fridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 year later.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not even a single box. But I guess I kept wanting to buy some but then like think bout' it. Neither my mom nor I would finish it. Wasteful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 year ago....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was crying over you know who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 year later....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm with Mr Ang for 11months and I just found out he saved money to buy me stuff :) So sweet can?! I cried lor when he told me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 year ago....&lt;br /&gt;1 year later....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XoXo&lt;br /&gt;Maine :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-8487704839099915231?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/8487704839099915231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=8487704839099915231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/8487704839099915231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/8487704839099915231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2009/10/1-year-later.html' title='1 year later......'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-6522921264970659717</id><published>2009-09-24T02:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T02:28:37.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss this certain friend of my. Thought I kept complaining to Andrew bout some stuffs. But I miss this friend of my. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, friend's name is Mary. Obviously not real name! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, some of you may know who Mary is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess Mary and I and this other friend. OK other friend's name is heartshape. Whatever la I happy can?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, Mary and Heartshape and I used to be like really really best friends. Some how along the years we argued bout' some stuff. Maybe they don't like some stuff bout' me. Maybe I don't like some stuff bout them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how they feel. But I feel that I've always been a big sister to them. Particularly Mary. I dare say I've been there for her for most of her high school heartbreaks, so did heartshape. I mean all of us had been there for all of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I really love Mary and heartshape a lot. I always felt that I have a need to protect them when we're younger(OK, I know it sounds stupid but I really really love them, very very much) and maybe because of this the hate me? I don't know..... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently Mary read bout' my blog post bout my fight with Andrew and she left me a message on Facebook. Which, I was happy and confused at the same time. Because even though we're no longer talking I still love and really care for them. I know people change and the 3 of us changed. But I'm always lost why we're talking for a moment and not for the next moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been dying to tell Mary and heartshape I love them and miss them so dearly. But I'm afraid I might scare them. Afterall, we haven't been talking for a while. I've been wanting to talk to Mary after I saw her message, but I guess I'm very caught up in my own world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I don't know what I'm busy bout' as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds stupid but all these years, I've secretly cried because I miss them so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of it, I don't wanna talk to them because I'm just worried that we talk then we don't talk again. Like we stopped being friends. I hate it. I don't want it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching Gossip Girl season 1, episode 3 or 4 where Blair cried while reading Serena a letter she wrote telling her how much she miss and need her while her world is crashing down. Made me realized how much I miss them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary/heartshape,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If youre reading this, just wanna let you know how much I miss you two. And I love you both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-6522921264970659717?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/6522921264970659717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=6522921264970659717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/6522921264970659717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/6522921264970659717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-miss-this-certain-friend-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-3624836590721332566</id><published>2009-09-24T01:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T02:09:19.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking bout' love/hate relationship</title><content type='html'>OK, people have gotten very tired of me complaining bout Andrew. And well, things aren't exactly going well with my mom as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he's a man I hate to love and love to hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He drives me to my ends. NO DOUBT! 100% confirm. He has fucking irritating habits that fucking drives me crazy! 200% confirm. And if you wanna add to that 9371278930th person who tell me that with my looks(fuck, I'm fat but whatever!) I can find a better looking guy. That's like scoring full marks on a test every single time. I swear like countable times that I wanna end it with him because of this this this that that that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't have to cross my fingers on one thing, I find the comfort in him. I find the need for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously doubt a few, if not no one would want to be with someone like him. I've heard to most ridiculous thing a guy have ever said just to make me leave him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, giving me whatever I want. Materials. I never thought I was such a person who would give up something for money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I doubt no other man would go to that extend that he ever did. Literally, saw the worst in me. Pretty embarrassing so I don't wanna talk bout it. Always have his arms open whenever I cry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countless times I've made him be the bad person. A confession, I've never once admitted that I was wrong whenever we fought. Never. Because finally one of the man I dated was bad enough to carry all the blame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I stand and take a look at our relationship and think of how much of damage I'm responsible for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I did admit that I do take him for granted. But I never once did change. Until recently, after I got to to start blogging I realized just how much more I matter to him. Things that I don't remember I did with him. He never forgets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it's the guilt kicking in, but um, I love him. I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, enough of all the tears. Boring to talk bout what I've love and hate bout' Andrew. Like any of you is interest. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. So I bet many girls hate it when they're having their period. Aye seriously lor, if you like/love having period. Youre ding dong bell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's with that never stopping always overflooding blood?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very fun to change kotex every few hours meh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very fun to have your skirt or pants stained meh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the major mood swings. Even more swings than a monkey can ever swings from tree to tree in his god damn life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst. Period cramps! CCB! I swear, I rather die than to have tummy cramps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess some facts never hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls get tummy cramps because we lose blood. Blood contains iron. When you are deprived of iron, naturally you get tummy cramp. Or if you sweat too much. But in the case, deficiency of iron. And some potassium shit la. Well blood contains a lot of other nutrients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't top F&amp;N for nothing. *Ahem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sources of iron are red meat, fish, leafy vegeatable. Ok, take banana and spinach also. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, or you can take iron pills known as ferrous fumarate. OK, no fucking clue how your pronounce it. But it's easily available at Pharmacies. And cheap as well. Andrew told me it's like 2 bucks for a month's supply. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously when youre having your period(girls. Boys, you would relate this to having mood swings minus the blood), eat more. -.- Dumbasses, youre loosing blood. The last time you want is to faint. More iron, protein, mag, zinc, potassium. But obviously not junk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, prevention is always better than cure. But if all don't work. There's always Panadol Menstrual. Easily available. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But eating Panadol is bad, eating too much. So, another way, apply Ru yi oil(I call it Juyi oil). You know the Ji xiang brand, Ru Yi Yu. The one the advertisement is promoting, that little girl apply and then fart and her tummy feels better. OK, seriously if you still don't know what it is. Go away la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how it works or ease the pain. But it always occur that when you apply, you have this warm tingling feeling, right? Damn shiok lor when you have too much 'air' in your tummy. Then when you stand in front of your fan, you feel damn cold. And old folks often tell you to cover your tummy and not let 'air' go in. Yea, so the warmth is suppose to relieve the pain. And works like within 5-10 mins(depending on how fat your tummy is. HA! Kidding la. depends on your much warmth your body takes it, I guess).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, if the cramp in keeping you up all night, try it. Works instantly, every time. OK, that's is it you can stand the smell. Personally, I love it cause it calms me down la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know Ju Yi Yu have such awesome effect until like once I was with Andrew and my tummy hurts like fuck. He applied some oil on my tummy(*tip: Rub both hands together so it sort of 'heats' up your hand and your 'hot' palm on your tummy). One word: SHIOK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instant relieve. Somemore, no need medicine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So every time I have tummy cramps I make Andrew apply for me. And lie in bed for 10 mins and I'm OK liao :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I doubt any of you will apply it before you step out of your house :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, let's see what I've been up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm like doing lotsa of nail art, because my mom is TRYING to 'groom' me into a manicurist. Ha! OK la, whatever. I would love to do manicure for anyone for free now :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably upload my 'work'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And buying mooncakes :) Ate Mochi and cheese with Andrew :) Thinking of doing something special this Saturday :) Cause' NO class!!! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanglin Mall Saturday got Flee Market, anyone on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:( Counting the days I'd be out of job :( Majorly sad!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-3624836590721332566?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/3624836590721332566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=3624836590721332566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/3624836590721332566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/3624836590721332566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2009/09/talking-bout-lovehate-relationship.html' title='Talking bout&apos; love/hate relationship'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-2599248795230372659</id><published>2009-09-18T05:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T05:04:23.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyone</title><content type='html'>Wanna meet up? :) Let's go eat dim sum :)Or wherever also can :) Or manicure!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-2599248795230372659?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/2599248795230372659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=2599248795230372659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/2599248795230372659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/2599248795230372659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2009/09/anyone.html' title='Anyone'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-6409474431200583887</id><published>2009-09-18T04:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T05:03:15.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God is coming, look busy</title><content type='html'>I don't know how busy is busy. But em, I am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished eating a bowl of instant noodle. And &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what I've done this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Meet up with Tiers and Fidah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched the proposal, again. So fun to have girlfriend to watch movie together. Especially when I've watched it. Irritate them with how the story is gonna go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took Neoprint! HA! When was the last time you took one?! I bet very LOOONG ago, right. You old people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner at V8 cafe. In case any of you doesn't know where it is. It's at Parco Bugis level 4. Located at some ulu corner. Food's ok, soup is horrible. COLD. Carbonara(I don't know if I got the spelling right. I'm god damn sleepy!) isn't what I expected(too salty).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked. Shopped. Went to Cold Storage. Bought Chewy Jr. home. Ate all up by morning(I stayed up the whole night).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While at dinner, we concluded that Tiers has signs of aging(without style).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. She talks at a very slow speed.&lt;br /&gt;2. She complains that her knees and elbows and somewhere else I can remember that hurt.&lt;br /&gt;3. Forever I've know her, she has been complaining bout her sister. Being ugly, being selfish, being this being that. But well, been to her house sooo many times. If I've a sister like hers, I'd be complaining as well&lt;br /&gt;4. She owes me a freaking god damn birthday card for TWO freaking god damn years. And she STILL doesn't have the intention of giving it to me. She just pass it off as 'I need a lot of time to write the card'. Screw that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I went,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Imagine, next year we will hit the number '2' age year. How fast time passes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 20 next year! WTF! I'm not prepared! Seriously not. I'm not prepared to be like Ivy or Tiers(kiddin'). I'm not prepared to use anti-aging cream. I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:( Sad face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha! Did that remind those who are 19 that youre turning 20 next year? Fucking 20!!! Shit! I was 15 five years ago! WTH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those who are in their 20s, have you started to use your anti-aging cream? Sibeh mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those who are in their 30s, ohh.... Wait. You don't really have much time to wonder bout stuff anymore. Even more sibeh mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. September, October and November ain't really happy months for Primary and Secondary level student. Exams. And I get even more stressed out. I've just got their SA2 timetable and to realize that PSLE comes so way earlier than SA2. And I've yet to come out with a timetable of my own so that my lesson doesn't crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Marking of books. I used to find it a joy but not after my most hardworking student finished 4 new assessment books in 1 month. Which mean an average of 1 book per week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If 1 book has 7 assessment paper(which the average). She finishes 1 paper per day. And for every SINGLE DAY! I just brought home 7 books. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to mark?! Each and every of the assessment done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it gotta be worth it. Cause' I brought her English, Math and Science to a higher grade. A WAYYYY higher grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a 98/100 for Math! Siao aye! Incredible! I brought her English from a failure to a pass. And her Science OK la. Very irregular. Awhile A awhile B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Gotta help my mom run her business. Which also means my xiao gu. What business? Ha! I will let you all know soon cause' I need your help as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Sleep. Siao aye. I never thought that lack of sleep can really cause heart attack. Until like recently. I suffered from insomnia and my heart beats like 3 times faster and I can feel it. Very scary. And I look horrible when I don't have enough sleep. So wreck! The joy of sleeping at 5 or 6am and waking up at 11. JOY! But I can still fall asleep anytime. I rather sleep on the bus than to tweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. My mom offered me a business opportunity which is hard to turn down. OK, same reason as #4. But I feel more obligated NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Wanna watch Gossip Girl and ANTM marathon. Find your own man who will watch GG and ANTM with you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. EAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Go back RP to take withdrawal form(OK, it's something I've yet to do). Yes, any fellow RP friends who read my blog. I quit school already. I ain't no storyteller so please don't ask me to repeat my reason. If I'm in a mood, I will probably speak bout it. But not here of course. In person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I will be out of job for at least 2 months because of the holidays so I'm thinking what can I do in the meanwhile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, anyone interested in being a tutor? Leave a message on my tag or MSN me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and kisses&lt;br /&gt;Whatever la I sibeh tired liao. It's 5 in the morning. Thank goodness my lesson is called off because my student came down with food poisoning. Can't help but blame myself cause' I fed him popcorn. But I'm OK leh. Nothing happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHHHHERRRRMAAAINE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-6409474431200583887?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/6409474431200583887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=6409474431200583887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/6409474431200583887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/6409474431200583887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2009/09/god-is-coming-look-busy.html' title='God is coming, look busy'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-358507489344693659</id><published>2009-09-12T09:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T09:40:21.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I forgot how to heal</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I faced a break up. The last time, I dumped him. But it's so different this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say 'time will heal all pain'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to make time pass faster so that I don't feel the pain no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I asked myself again if he deserves a second chance. But what's the point? He will just make everything back to square one again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God! I'm feeling drowsy....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-358507489344693659?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/358507489344693659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=358507489344693659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/358507489344693659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/358507489344693659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-forgot-how-to-heal.html' title='I forgot how to heal'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-2996964733739771328</id><published>2009-09-08T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T23:43:44.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My very 700th post</title><content type='html'>Ah.... Ok, didn't know people bother to read my blog. But anyway, I'd like to share some facts after I dump all the photos out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I guess most of everyone knew that we had a road trip. So here are the photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0234.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Photo0234.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0236.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Photo0236.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0238.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Photo0238.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0245.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Photo0245.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I look evil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0246.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Photo0246.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0247.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Photo0247.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0249.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Photo0249.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0250.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Photo0250.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0254.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Photo0254.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=P1130666.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/P1130666.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=P1130667.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/P1130667.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=P1130668.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/P1130668.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=P1130669.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/P1130669.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=P1130670.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/P1130670.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=P1130671.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/P1130671.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=P1130674.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/P1130674.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=P1130676.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/P1130676.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=P1130679.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/P1130679.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=P1130681.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/P1130681.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=P1130682.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/P1130682.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=P1130684.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/P1130684.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=P1130685.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/P1130685.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=P1130688.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/P1130688.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=P1130690.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/P1130690.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=P1130691.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/P1130691.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=P1130692.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/P1130692.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=P1130693.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/P1130693.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=P1130694.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/P1130694.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course not forgetting the driver who drove us around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=P1130711.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/P1130711.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=P1130713.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/P1130713.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=P1130716.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/P1130716.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=P1130718.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/P1130718.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=P1130729.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/P1130729.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=P1130732.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/P1130732.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=P1130729.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/P1130729.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta cut down on some photos. Cause there's many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you don't wanna see this but who cares?! It ain't no porn :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0400.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Photo0400.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0401.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Photo0401.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0402.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Photo0402.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unbelievable. I actually stick my face on SOMEONE's dirty mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I got something really nice and sweet(literally) for loving someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0374.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Photo0374.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it was from Royce. But I don't know what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0375.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Photo0375.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prafeuille&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0378.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Photo0378.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Individual packaging as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0381.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Photo0381.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oozes out syrup, blueberry, strawberry and my fav raspberry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Mr Ang :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a student of my. Well, Mr Ang always says that this little boy worships me. Ha! Here's why,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- On our second lesson, he asked if I'm free on Wednesday/Fridays. So that I can have dinner with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-He listens to whatever I ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-And does whatever I ask for as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Without any demands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-He notice if I'm dressed slightly different for tuition. For example, I dress up cause' I'm heading to town after class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-And always asks if I'm going on a day. And will not stop asking me who I'm going out with until I tell him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Made me a very special Teachers' Day card, which I almost cried in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Tells me that he wants to see me forever. Weird enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here's his picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0382.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Photo0382.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0383.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Photo0383.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, he's a VERY intelligent boy. And he can go on and on for the whole lesson telling me stuff bout Romance of the 3 kingdom and Bionicals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got photos of my other 9 years old student, better known as my nemesis but shall post them some other time. She got my a teachers' day present as well. Really touched. Never knew I've made so much different in their lives. But I give myself a little credit because I've never once put sooo much effort in teaching and getting so stressed up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since the best present I've gotten since being a tutor. My 12 years old did pretty well for her prelims. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mr Ang got me a Tamagotchi. Which thereafter I thought it would be a good idea to get my nemesis one as well since her birthday is coming. And Mr Ang got one for himself as well because he found out that if he has the same Tamagotchi his could get married to my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0390.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Photo0390.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0391.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Photo0391.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink, as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0392.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Photo0392.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comes with an adorable little keychain, which is useless BTW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, some facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I quit school. Something most of you should have gotten the memo of. Don't have to ask, I have my reasons. And I ain't no storyteller. Don't wanna repeat 'WHY I QUIT SCHOOL'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My mom lost her job again. And is setting up her own company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My dad on the other hand, gave me the shock of my life. Telling me he WANTS to leave his company to join another or set up his own company. Strangely, both my parents are divorced, how on earth did they came up with the same thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Didn't know how to respond to their decision. But left me feeling rather depressed for the next few days. Not so worried bout my dad. But my mom rather. Who to support? Both of course. But that's moral support. But who should I help? Dad or mom. Mom or dad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Now that I'm super free. I decided to convert my room into a walk-in wardrobe. Too many bags, too many shoes, TOOO many clothes. Ivy can be sure to tell you it piles up and covers my floor. I mean literally you can't see my floor. Yea, that's just the clothes. And now that I'm older I don't need 2 study tables. The original idea was already not feasible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm donating my 2 study table and and cupboard. It's messy(just need to clear everything) But in rather good condition. I barely 'studied' on that table. Never really used the cupboard because I hate folder my clothes and it simply doesn't have enough space for me to hang my clothes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Goodness! You have shoes enough to dress a refuge!" My mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Goodness! Why another bag?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received like 2 bags for my birthday. It just keeps piling up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINE! I bought most of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have like 30+++ over bags(or more, I guess)? A lot meh?! Very little liao lor! I have like 7 slippers 4 pumps 2 heels(or more I guess). FINE! I have MORE than that! A cupboard size drawer is not even enough to put my make up, hair curler/ hair products/ beauty product. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my mom just threw away 3 garbage bags filled of clothes. And I still got a over flowing laundry bag in my kitchen. My mom tried clearing it for uncountable times but it has never once occurred to her that the pile has lessen. And still I have clothes enough to cover the entire floor of my room. Not kidding, definitely not exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I guess it's a long post and I'm getting rather tired. But before I go, wanna know if anyone wanna do mani/pedi for free? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-2996964733739771328?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/2996964733739771328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=2996964733739771328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/2996964733739771328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/2996964733739771328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-very-700th-post.html' title='My very 700th post'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-9078976755929135720</id><published>2009-07-29T08:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T09:03:22.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>699th post</title><content type='html'>Pui. My application got declined. But DUH! I didn't even bother to put in any effort to do the website or whatever shit. But still I'm deciding to continue to do my own advy for the website. Cause' the things they sell mad cute :D And not very expensive either. Or maybe I should do up the website and reapply again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, last Sunday was a happy and perfect Sunday for me. One of which how I would like to spend my Sundays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hmmm not a very planned Sunday. If I'm not wrong, I just causally mentioned to Dino that how I wish I have someone to do manicure with or for. Cause' my mom doesn't really like her nails painted cause' she thinks that so much effort is put into the manicure and she might ruin it when she types on her laptop or just because she doesn't take care of her nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend. DUH! Painted his pinky finger once because I begged him to let me try. And he gave in because he loves me :D But looked damn horrible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cindys. Ahhhh...... I don't think they would EVER have the interest in painting their nails. It's always I'm the one doing Mani/Pedi. NEVER THEM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly felt that my circle of girlfriends are not very girly :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I used to have 2 friends who would do that with me(if you know who I'm referring to). But we're not on talking terms already. But just saw one of them yesterday when I was in town and managed to break into an awkward 'Hi' 'Bye' situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Dino just went, "OK. When?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought she was kidding. But like one or 2 days later, she told me she and Joline wanna come over to do Mani/Pedi and to bake. HA! Immediately became siao ding dong so happy :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, something like a sleepover. But without the sleeping part. Gosh! Doesn't that make you feel young again. Like lil' girls who wants sleepover. When was the last time you crave for one? HA! Old people :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so on Sunday afternoon went to PS's Diaso hoping to get stuff for nail art. Apparently, their nail polish has quality issues lor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought lunch home to eat cause' the girls were on their way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who knows they turn up at my house without having their lunch I(did tired to call Dino and ask if they want food. But no one picked up). So I made Icy COLD Soba for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115054226_536794226_2302005.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115054226_536794226_2302005.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I made those. Looks good right. Nothing beats cold soba on a hot day. OK la, I also eat cold soba in cool weathers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, baking time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115074226_536794226_2302008.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115074226_536794226_2302008.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virgin baker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115089226_536794226_2302011.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115089226_536794226_2302011.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115099226_536794226_2302012.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115099226_536794226_2302012.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115104226_536794226_2302013.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115104226_536794226_2302013.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115124226_536794226_2302017.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115124226_536794226_2302017.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115129226_536794226_2302018.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115129226_536794226_2302018.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115134226_536794226_2302019.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115134226_536794226_2302019.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115139226_536794226_2302020.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115139226_536794226_2302020.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115149226_536794226_2302022.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115149226_536794226_2302022.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115159226_536794226_2302023.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115159226_536794226_2302023.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115164226_536794226_2302024.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115164226_536794226_2302024.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged: Ivy and Jo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115169226_536794226_2302025.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115169226_536794226_2302025.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115169226_536794226_2302025.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115169226_536794226_2302025.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115174226_536794226_2302026.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115174226_536794226_2302026.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muffin babies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115179226_536794226_2302027.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115179226_536794226_2302027.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115184226_536794226_2302028.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115184226_536794226_2302028.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115189226_536794226_2302029.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115189226_536794226_2302029.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115194226_536794226_2302030.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115194226_536794226_2302030.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115199226_536794226_2302031.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115199226_536794226_2302031.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115209226_536794226_2302032.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115209226_536794226_2302032.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115214226_536794226_2302033.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115214226_536794226_2302033.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like we baked a lot of muffins right. Yea, we did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115229226_536794226_2302036.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115229226_536794226_2302036.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparing second batch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115239226_536794226_2302037.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115239226_536794226_2302037.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115244226_536794226_2302038.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115244226_536794226_2302038.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, Ribena wasn't part of the ingredient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115259226_536794226_2302039.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115259226_536794226_2302039.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheese face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115264226_536794226_2302040.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115264226_536794226_2302040.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115269226_536794226_2302041.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115269226_536794226_2302041.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camwhore. What is it without Ivy and Joline :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106114999226_536794226_2301995.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106114999226_536794226_2301995.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115004226_536794226_2301996.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115004226_536794226_2301996.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115014226_536794226_2301998.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115014226_536794226_2301998.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115029226_536794226_2302000.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115029226_536794226_2302000.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115034226_536794226_2302001.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115034226_536794226_2302001.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115044226_536794226_2302003.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115044226_536794226_2302003.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115049226_536794226_2302004.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115049226_536794226_2302004.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115274226_536794226_2302042.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115274226_536794226_2302042.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115289226_536794226_2302044.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115289226_536794226_2302044.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115279226_536794226_2302043.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115279226_536794226_2302043.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many many baby muffins with Ivy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115294226_536794226_2302045.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115294226_536794226_2302045.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115299226_536794226_2302046.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115299226_536794226_2302046.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115304226_536794226_2302047.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115304226_536794226_2302047.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115309226_536794226_2302048.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115309226_536794226_2302048.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115314226_536794226_2302049.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115314226_536794226_2302049.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The self timer thing was funny and tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115324226_536794226_2302051.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115324226_536794226_2302051.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunny ballon, Cindy Tiers got me for my birthday last year :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115084226_536794226_2302010.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115084226_536794226_2302010.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have no idea my living room looks THAT cosy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115334226_536794226_2302053.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115334226_536794226_2302053.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115344226_536794226_2302055.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115344226_536794226_2302055.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115349226_536794226_2302056.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115349226_536794226_2302056.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115354226_536794226_2302057.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115354226_536794226_2302057.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115374226_536794226_2302060.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115374226_536794226_2302060.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muffin thief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115379226_536794226_2302061.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115379226_536794226_2302061.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115384226_536794226_2302062.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115384226_536794226_2302062.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She laughed SO hard because she was humming to the KFC tune. 6 triple 2 6 triple 1. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115394226_536794226_2302063.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115394226_536794226_2302063.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115399226_536794226_2302064.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115399226_536794226_2302064.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a moment, I was wondering why my TVo is hanging sideway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115409226_536794226_2302066.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115409226_536794226_2302066.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged: Me, Joline, Ivy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115419226_536794226_2302068.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115419226_536794226_2302068.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115424226_536794226_2302069.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115424226_536794226_2302069.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spotted: Mommy, the 2nd muffin thief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115444226_536794226_2302072.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115444226_536794226_2302072.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't this particular muffin looks SUPER DUPER cute? *Ahem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115464226_536794226_2302075.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115464226_536794226_2302075.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy's share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115474226_536794226_2302076.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115474226_536794226_2302076.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! Mani/Pedi time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115484226_536794226_2302077.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115484226_536794226_2302077.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.... 2.... 3.... 4, 5, 6, 7 bottles... 8.... 9..... A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115489226_536794226_2302078.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115489226_536794226_2302078.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115494226_536794226_2302079.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115494226_536794226_2302079.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115499226_536794226_2302080.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115499226_536794226_2302080.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Testing colors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115514226_536794226_2302082.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115514226_536794226_2302082.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's a Mani/Pedi without softening your cuticles. And they get to choose the scent they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115519226_536794226_2302083.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115519226_536794226_2302083.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands and feet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115524226_536794226_2302084.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115524226_536794226_2302084.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115539226_536794226_2302086.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115539226_536794226_2302086.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half way thru, I lao sai-ed. Damn jia lat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115544226_536794226_2302087.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115544226_536794226_2302087.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115549226_536794226_2302088.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115549226_536794226_2302088.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treated like a princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115554226_536794226_2302089.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115554226_536794226_2302089.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115564226_536794226_2302091.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115564226_536794226_2302091.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo did Ivy's Pedi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115579226_536794226_2302093.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115579226_536794226_2302093.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115584226_536794226_2302094.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115584226_536794226_2302094.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115594226_536794226_2302095.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115594226_536794226_2302095.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115599226_536794226_2302096.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115599226_536794226_2302096.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115604226_536794226_2302097.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115604226_536794226_2302097.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo's nails. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115609226_536794226_2302098.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115609226_536794226_2302098.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright bright BLUE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115629226_536794226_2302101.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115629226_536794226_2302101.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy's mani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115669226_536794226_2302106.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115669226_536794226_2302106.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo's pedi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was late and were hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115684226_536794226_2302108.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115684226_536794226_2302108.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Settled for MCD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115699226_536794226_2302110.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115699226_536794226_2302110.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, mask time. I was too tired from the lao sai-ing and the lack of sleep. So I was 'secretly' taking photo of the 2 girls while they did their mask. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115709226_536794226_2302111.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115709226_536794226_2302111.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115719226_536794226_2302-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115719226_536794226_2302-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=5654_106115719226_536794226_2302112.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/5654_106115719226_536794226_2302112.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I kept playing with the lights and switching my TVo on and off to annoy them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was the perfect Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna do it again!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do more girly stuffs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Anyone who wants to come over my place to do Mani/Pedi are welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S. Please bring your own nail polish unless youre able to settle for pink nail polish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S.S Or can come my house to chill also can. Even my room. If you don't mind the messy room of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S.S.S More pictures of Ivy and Jo's mask time. And that iluma giap giap machine. Cause' transferring the photos then still have to upload very tired liao. Wanna go nap before I run my errands again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-9078976755929135720?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/9078976755929135720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=9078976755929135720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/9078976755929135720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/9078976755929135720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2009/07/699th-post.html' title='699th post'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-2691182496681335120</id><published>2009-07-28T22:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T22:54:34.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sibeh sian</title><content type='html'>Totally no mood to blog cause' I'm waiting for a news from a website. If I got it means I get start advertising for them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I don't. It sucks balls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-2691182496681335120?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/2691182496681335120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=2691182496681335120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/2691182496681335120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/2691182496681335120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2009/07/sibeh-sian.html' title='Sibeh sian'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-7759472357768335455</id><published>2009-07-26T13:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T14:04:53.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My love for Cinamoroll</title><content type='html'>I really love Cinnamoroll. For a long time. I have(and still having) its wallpaper on my old sony ericsson phone(since it's still working, in a way). Anyway, I will blog soon, after I have Ivy and Joline come over to my place to do manicure and bake :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaking excited(like a lil girl). Joline coming to my house for the first time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going Plaza Sing to get stuff for nail art at Diaso. And buy lunch for mommy. And can show baby the cinnamoroll plush toy I like :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-7759472357768335455?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/7759472357768335455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=7759472357768335455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/7759472357768335455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/7759472357768335455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-love-for-cinamoroll.html' title='My love for Cinamoroll'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-3764161743818097872</id><published>2009-07-15T20:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T04:55:22.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday post :D</title><content type='html'>Birthday was really simple. Was mainly bout food and people I love having their company. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went dinner with HongHong, Tiers Ivy and Joline. At Vivo, some Japanese Restaurant that serves Mochi and cheese. First time eating it. But FREAKING AWESOME :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=6569_102335146031_713356031_2255199.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/6569_102335146031_713356031_2255199.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiers &amp; Dino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=6569_102335156031_713356031_2255201.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/6569_102335156031_713356031_2255201.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiers got me Chocolate and Sweet and 2 candy looking towel in a pink heart-shaped box. Which the chocolate I gobbled down when I was hungry. He he. And the sweets, somehow it looks like some ordinary soda candy but it taste amazing lor. Unlike those I bought before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=6569_102335161031_713356031_2255202.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/6569_102335161031_713356031_2255202.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=6569_102335171031_713356031_2255203.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/6569_102335171031_713356031_2255203.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissing the flies hovering above her head?! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=6569_102335181031_713356031_2255205.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/6569_102335181031_713356031_2255205.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna stay like this forever :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=6569_102335186031_713356031_2255206.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/6569_102335186031_713356031_2255206.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOLINE!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=6569_102335196031_713356031_2255208.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/6569_102335196031_713356031_2255208.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=6569_102335211031_713356031_2255211.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/6569_102335211031_713356031_2255211.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food is mad awesome that night :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=6569_102335246031_713356031_2255217.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/6569_102335246031_713356031_2255217.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=6569_102335286031_713356031_2255224.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/6569_102335286031_713356031_2255224.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Joline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=6569_102335291031_713356031_2255225.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/6569_102335291031_713356031_2255225.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=6569_102335301031_713356031_2255227.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/6569_102335301031_713356031_2255227.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=6569_102335311031_713356031_2255229.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/6569_102335311031_713356031_2255229.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=6569_102335321031_713356031_2255231.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/6569_102335321031_713356031_2255231.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joline and Zhen Zi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=6569_102335331031_713356031_2255232.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/6569_102335331031_713356031_2255232.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joline and her BFF :D We're all BFF la. Except me and HongHong BBFF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=6569_102335346031_713356031_2255234.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/6569_102335346031_713356031_2255234.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my Dino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=6569_102335351031_713356031_2255235.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/6569_102335351031_713356031_2255235.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiers and her new friend Joline. HA HA HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=6569_102335371031_713356031_2255238.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/6569_102335371031_713356031_2255238.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy just wanted to take that girl behind with her failure Lady GaGa HairBow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=6569_102335381031_713356031_2255240.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/6569_102335381031_713356031_2255240.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High liao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=6569_102335396031_713356031_2255242.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/6569_102335396031_713356031_2255242.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So classical of her. To comb her hair with a fork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=6569_102335421031_713356031_2255246.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/6569_102335421031_713356031_2255246.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=6569_102335446031_713356031_2255249.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/6569_102335446031_713356031_2255249.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dino &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=6569_102335451031_713356031_2255250.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/6569_102335451031_713356031_2255250.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=6569_102335461031_713356031_2255251.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/6569_102335461031_713356031_2255251.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My skin seems for 'flawless' for once without photoshop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=6569_102335466031_713356031_2255252.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/6569_102335466031_713356031_2255252.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=6569_102335501031_713356031_2255256.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/6569_102335501031_713356031_2255256.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=babyatmybirthday.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/babyatmybirthday.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=6569_102335526031_713356031_2255260.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/6569_102335526031_713356031_2255260.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=6569_102335546031_713356031_2255263.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/6569_102335546031_713356031_2255263.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=6569_102335556031_713356031_2255265.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/6569_102335556031_713356031_2255265.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=6569_102335656031_713356031_2255281.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/6569_102335656031_713356031_2255281.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sibeh messy and tak glam hair parting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=6569_102335766031_713356031_2255298.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/6569_102335766031_713356031_2255298.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=6569_102335776031_713356031_2255300.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/6569_102335776031_713356031_2255300.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's intended to look stupid, you fools!! HE HE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=6569_102335781031_713356031_2255301.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/6569_102335781031_713356031_2255301.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was happy that evening I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=6569_102335786031_713356031_2255302.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/6569_102335786031_713356031_2255302.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gangsta baby :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=6569_102335811031_713356031_2255306.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/6569_102335811031_713356031_2255306.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Chermaine chan :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0018.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Photo0018.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things I got for my birthday present. Since then I've been hugging it to sleep every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention one of my students have been named my nemesis? Yea, cause' well can't say she's slow. Just that she refuse to pay attention. She expects every lesson to begin and end with playing game. Like meaning I have to make the lesson into a game every freaking time. Which is IMPOSSIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason being....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I only have 2 hours with her twice a week. Which makes 4 hours a week. &lt;br /&gt;2. I'm only paid like 360 a month to teach her?! Though like a lot, but let me put this to you. I give you my undivided attention. Not like in school. 1 teacher to 40 students. It's impossible for me to give you a school teacher standard. Cause' it will only mean I'm underpaid.&lt;br /&gt;3. F* she isn't my ONLY student! And all my other students are WAAAAY more attentive than she is!&lt;br /&gt;4. I can't yell at her cause' she looks so fragile. I can't be to lenient cause' she will stop paying attention. &lt;br /&gt;5. I know it's mean and I should do it. But my other P3 students is way more independent than her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, but at least she complete what is asked for. At times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0019.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Photo0019.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy stepping out from her house. And meeting Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0020.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Photo0020.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome. Dinner and boyfriend here I come :D B.T.W F.Y.I it's already 950 when class end?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0021.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Photo0021.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very blur picture of Andrew before he noticed me. Was trying to sneak up on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0022.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/Photo0022.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home sweet home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will continue posting later. 4.47am liao. Damn tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-3764161743818097872?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/3764161743818097872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=3764161743818097872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/3764161743818097872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/3764161743818097872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2009/07/birthday-post-d.html' title='Birthday post :D'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-2445545310518902557</id><published>2009-07-11T00:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T01:34:31.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love or Hate</title><content type='html'>No one, and I'm sure(HIGHLY SURE) no one can have more of a love/hate relationship with their boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes Mr Hong really pissed the fuck outta me and make me say so nasty things to him. But lately, he changed though I claimed otherwise whenever we argued. Anyway, he's sweet but at the same time functions with a brain the size of a pea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is another reason why I hate him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      *9mil DrewZ.... I have ALWAYS felt LOVE!!!     says:&lt;br /&gt;*u wan brekkie tml morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      *9mil DrewZ.... I have ALWAYS felt LOVE!!!     says:&lt;br /&gt;*i order nw ask them to send in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maine     :} - says:&lt;br /&gt;*never mind la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freakzXX@hotmail.com said (12:53 AM):&lt;br /&gt;*mcgriddle wif egg n sausage wif hashbrown n ice lemon tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maine     :} - said (12:53 AM):&lt;br /&gt;*fuck you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end, after a LOOOOONG conversation, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to order MCD first thing in the morning. Cause' I have a 2 hours class in the morning by the time I wrap up everything would be home by 2? So yea, will be starving like hell during class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And B.T.W my boyfriend isn't fucking rich as to get me breakfast EVERY MORNING and it's virtually impossible for me to have MCD breakfast every day but because tomorrow there won't be breakfast on the table for me cause' my mom would be at Giant Hypermarket shopping. By the time she's back I'd probably be giving class. My boyfriend doesn't wanna see me starve(as he owes me lunch today), sweetly got me breakfast in advance by giving me his Visa card No. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only TAD he's rich, I'd be shopping online. Oh wait, can overdraft! LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I love my boyfriend for tonight. And MAYBE(I said maybe) some other nights to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. He still has a pea brain no matter what. Sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S. Thinking of going Kbox with him or watch Transformers 2 again. Transformers freaking awesome :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S.S. One second thoughts, I think we should just go have dinner. Hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-2445545310518902557?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/2445545310518902557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=2445545310518902557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/2445545310518902557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/2445545310518902557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-or-hate.html' title='Love or Hate'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-291516891908205056</id><published>2009-07-10T11:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T11:36:44.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Win a LV Bag :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.shoppinglifestyle.com/microsite/200906_contest/index.asp?r=difsnbjof`diboAipunbjm/dpn" title="ShoppingLifestyle Magazine Readers' Contest: Win A Louis Vuitton Neverfull Bag" &gt;&lt;img src="http://www.shoppinglifestyle.com/acta/resource/neverfull_150x220.jpg" alt="ShoppingLifestyle Magazine Readers' Contest: Win A Louis Vuitton Neverfull Bag" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-291516891908205056?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/291516891908205056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=291516891908205056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/291516891908205056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/291516891908205056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2009/07/win-lv-bag.html' title='Win a LV Bag :)'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-7890131877382160029</id><published>2009-06-21T23:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T00:15:09.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noodle craving</title><content type='html'>As the last message came in(telling me he didn't feel that he did something wrong), that was the first time in 3 months I cried so painfully. &lt;br /&gt;Put my phone down beside me. 5 minutes later, I read it again. This time crying slightly worse that before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just received his message. If he genuinely wants me to find a better guy why don't he really just let me go?! If he can't then what's the point of saying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only person other than him I want to spend the night with isn't coming down, not to mention buy me supper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking hungry because I had nothing to eat at all, yes the whole day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's more, the only thing I can tell is that crying in silence is better than wailing out loud. I guess I no longer want to contain all my emotions inside and pretend nothing is happening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when Tiers ask me the either day how was I and I just reply 'OK'. When I'm fucking wanna bloody cry inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it that night when he read my mind and made me cry. I hate it when he could tell how I feel. I hate it when he said I look pretty with my hair combed to the front. I hate it when he comes in a jiffy whenever I call. I hate it when he knows I'm not OK. I hate when I can't read his mind. I hate him because he told me what he dream of me. Hate it hate it hate him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if he does the same to other girls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy me the noodle you bought for me the other night! Craving for it now :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-7890131877382160029?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/7890131877382160029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=7890131877382160029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/7890131877382160029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/7890131877382160029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2009/06/noodle-craving.html' title='Noodle craving'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-6915219057844468774</id><published>2009-06-12T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T00:08:04.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have old friends</title><content type='html'>Or friends that feel old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can we go home now? I'm tired."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, only after 3 hours of shopping?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is honoring Tiers, Cindy. Not Cindy Tiers, but Tiers Cindy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I miss hanging out with her and I finally did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10am plus....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Phone rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was swearing if it wasn't Mr Hong who called to tell me he brought me breakfast, I would motherfucking scream at the person. But....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out to be Tiers. And she asked me to meet her at 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh! Can't she call at like 12?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was kept awake and starving for like 3 hours. Meanwhile, I played Mesmo TV and Wii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we met up. The last time we hang out was like 3 or 4 weeks ago. And before that, it seems like never(grown ups like to use 'never' to refer 'a really long time'). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she wanted to get Sims 3! GDI! And we went IT fair. Gosh, with the crowd and the loud booming sound, I told Tiers I will take her suggestion and go Funan. Picked up her Sims 3 the moment we got into Challenger. And yes, I fucking kuku malu myself. Yes, the most embarrassing(accident) thing in my entire fucking kuku malu life. HA! And Cindy laughed(her ass off) and kept on going to find out what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Swensens for teabreak. Note to self, never ever go Funan ever again. Never like that place to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After ice-cream my tummy hurts like crazy! Stop by the toilet 5 times. Yes, and after shitting I was recharged and carried on shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did I mention we went to NLB. Wanted to borrow some books back home to read but all are for references ONLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so at the end of the day, the only thing I brought home was this 2 dollars cup I bought at Shibuya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to my horror, when I got home. I saw this JohnLittle price tag at the bottom of the box that the cup was in. And yea, thank god it's cheaper than what they are selling at JL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, some dumb joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Joke of the week&lt;br /&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Wrong mail ID:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; A man checked into a hotel. There was a computer in his room, so he&lt;br /&gt;&gt; decided to send an e-mail to his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; However, he accidentally typed a wrong e-mail address, and without&lt;br /&gt;&gt; realizing his error, he sent the e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Meanwhile... .Somewhere in Houston , a widow had just returned from her&lt;br /&gt;&gt; husband's funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; The widow decided to check her e-mail, expecting condolence messages&lt;br /&gt;&gt; from relatives and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; After reading the first message, she fainted. The widow's son rushed&lt;br /&gt;&gt; into the room, found his mother on the floor, and saw the computer&lt;br /&gt;&gt; screen whichread:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; To: My Loving Wife&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Subject: I've reached&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Date: 16 Mar 2008&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I know you're surprised to hear from me. They have computers here, and&lt;br /&gt;&gt; we&lt;br /&gt;&gt; are allowed to send e-mails to loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I've just reached and have been checked in.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I see that everything has been prepared for your arrival tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Looking forward to seeing you TOMORROW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday present we got for Steven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00519.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00519.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00520.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00520.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00522.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00522.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taste rather spicy. And taste like passion fruit juice, without the alcohol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00523.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00523.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just realized that Swensens give you a small jug of water along with the cup of water they give you. Haven't been to for a long time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00524.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00524.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice cream that gave my major tummyache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Keep to what you promised me, please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-6915219057844468774?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/6915219057844468774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=6915219057844468774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/6915219057844468774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/6915219057844468774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-have-old-friends.html' title='I have old friends'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-7202337571709906257</id><published>2009-06-07T02:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T03:13:12.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloggggggggg</title><content type='html'>Hello, dumbass blog! YES! Arrrrggghhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Yes, I saw you today. And I understand you sleep with whores. Uh, wait. Did I just call her 'girlfriend' a whore? Hmm, yea! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the girl you 'left' me for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that whore, I mean girl you told me about? That fucking girl you that was in the photo stuck to your bloody fucking wallet when youre sleeping with me? Yea, makes me another whore you slept with. But you know what?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw you. I told you had like fucking brain tumor and you should be dead like 8 months ago?! Whoa! Either you fucking survived that fucking tumor youre fighting for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used up for fat tissue to kill that fucking tumor of yours. Hmmm, that explains why you lost that amount of weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, with what you have. You really really think that there's a fucking woman you'd love you for what you have? I guess I was dumb. But I guess what goes around comes around. That's what you get for sleeping with a girl who already had a boyfriend back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU, DAN! FUCK YOU! Go get your brain tumor back and fucking die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh..... So much better. If you need to know, nothing happened between me and Mr Ang(who shall be known as Mr Hong from now on. Cause' I think Mr Hong sounds better than Mr Ang).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a matter of fact, we had a very nice day. We went for lunch/dinner and shopping while I fight my god damn assy flu(lol). And Mr Hong told me that Handy Road was packed with people because of Singapore Idol. Hmmmm. Queuing under scotching sun. Smart asses. Yea, and we went to some carnival. Which is like -.- haha all we got is food. And more food. Got stuff for Diaso. Which somehow proves to useful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mr Hong got me a new notebook which I can write stuff and I don't have to draw lines on my notebook to sort out dates and meetings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it has some Harry Potter font thingy going on. And being dumb I held that notebook the entire journey home as though someone who boards the bus might snatch it away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Those blabbering is all because I saw Dan, an ex boyfriend of my. Well, I don't really know if he should be called an ex. Since we didn't really get anything started. I'm pissed because he rather chose an ugly girl over me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in a way, Mr Hong is WAYYY better than him. As least he doesn't fuck around. He won't dare. I will chop him :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Mr Hong. But don't you DARE do anything stupid or I will chop you *I love you, don't I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-7202337571709906257?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/7202337571709906257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=7202337571709906257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/7202337571709906257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/7202337571709906257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2009/06/bloggggggggg.html' title='Bloggggggggg'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-6425989478488717570</id><published>2009-05-14T00:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T11:12:13.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog and owner</title><content type='html'>Oh my gosh! Precious(Mr Ang's dog) has a hair shaved and she looks like a chihuahua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she's ever so more adorable :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00514.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00514.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00516.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00516.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00516.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00516.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00517.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00517.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-6425989478488717570?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/6425989478488717570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=6425989478488717570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/6425989478488717570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/6425989478488717570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2009/05/dog-and-owner.html' title='Dog and owner'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-5854408526004871565</id><published>2009-05-10T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:48:14.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A very long time</title><content type='html'>It's been a very very long time I met up with the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word description: Very dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was like, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex toy: Shisha pipe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look even more like sex toy in your hand: I'm holding the Shisha pipe -.-?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want the longest fries: Longest penis?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your boobies very big: Referring to Fee's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your boobies are saggy: My boobies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tall guy short dick. Short guy long dick: Tier's finger sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ball is BIG!: Referring to the meatball on tiers pasta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have many balls: Referring to Tiong's baby potatoes on her potato salad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We practically see everything/object/food or whatever and describe it as something dirty. And who was the one who started the sex toy thing? The most innocent one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the evening was awesome. There was the Cindys, Fidah, Jann and Mazura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, was SOOOOO tired when I got home. Slept all the way till early Saturday morning. Went for tuition. FYP meeting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Mothers' Day. Broke. Asshole! Damnass! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was totally bored the whole day. Didn't enjoy any bit of it at all. Went to the toilet the whole time. Yea, that's bout' it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Does it really matter to you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-5854408526004871565?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/5854408526004871565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=5854408526004871565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/5854408526004871565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/5854408526004871565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2009/05/very-long-time.html' title='A very long time'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-3232006051494108959</id><published>2009-05-05T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T10:46:30.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still wanna eat Mcd or Happy Meal?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/30561605/"&gt;http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/30561605/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggest not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-3232006051494108959?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-7077077995215418333</id><published>2009-05-01T21:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T21:05:07.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A not so special day</title><content type='html'>To make me happy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-You don't have to get me roses&lt;br /&gt;-You don't have to bring me out for fancy dinner&lt;br /&gt;-You don't have to get something expensive as gift&lt;br /&gt;-You don't have to spend money to make a special day special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know any of those I doubt you know me in the first place and you won't know anything at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-7077077995215418333?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-4275123400175120710</id><published>2009-04-25T18:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T18:15:07.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/WyMTcNlOaO/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/WyMTcNlOaO/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#E6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0"  /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/cpO1z1I/music/AL8RATLP/craig-david-dont-love-you-no-more-im-sorry/"&gt;Dont Love You No More Im Sorry - Craig David&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't Love You No More (I'm Sorry)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[VERSE 1]&lt;br /&gt;For all the years that I've known you baby&lt;br /&gt;I can't figure out the reason why lately you've been acting so cold&lt;br /&gt;(didn't you say)&lt;br /&gt;If there's a problem we should work it out&lt;br /&gt;So why you giving me the cold shoulder now&lt;br /&gt;Like you don't even wanna talk to me girl&lt;br /&gt;(tell me)&lt;br /&gt;OK I know I was late again&lt;br /&gt;I made you mad and dinners thrown in (the bin)&lt;br /&gt;But why are you making this thing drag on so long&lt;br /&gt;(I wanna know)&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick and tired of this silly game&lt;br /&gt;(silly games)&lt;br /&gt;Don't think that I'm the only one here to blame&lt;br /&gt;It's not me here who's been going round slamming doors&lt;br /&gt;That's when you turned and said to me&lt;br /&gt;I don't care babe who's right or wrong&lt;br /&gt;I just don't love you no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;Rain outside my window pouring down&lt;br /&gt;What now, your gone, my fault, I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like a fool cause I let you down&lt;br /&gt;Now it's, too late, to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the tears I made you cry&lt;br /&gt;I guess this time it really is goodbye&lt;br /&gt;You made it clear when you said&lt;br /&gt;I just don't love you no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[VERSE 2]&lt;br /&gt;I know that I made a few mistakes&lt;br /&gt;But never thought that things would turn out this way&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm missing something now that your gone&lt;br /&gt;(I see it all so clearly)&lt;br /&gt;Me at the door with you in a state&lt;br /&gt;(in a state)&lt;br /&gt;Giving my reasons but as you look away&lt;br /&gt;I can see a tear roll down your face&lt;br /&gt;That's when you turned and said to me&lt;br /&gt;I don't care babe who's right or wrong&lt;br /&gt;I just don't love you no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;Rain outside my window pouring down&lt;br /&gt;What now, your gone, my fault, I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like a fool cause I let you down&lt;br /&gt;Now it's, too late, to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the tears I made you cry&lt;br /&gt;I guess this time it really is goodbye&lt;br /&gt;You made it clear when you said&lt;br /&gt;I just don't love you no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[BRIDGE]&lt;br /&gt;Those simple words hit so hard&lt;br /&gt;They turned my whole world upside down&lt;br /&gt;Girl, you caught me completely off guard&lt;br /&gt;On that night you said to me&lt;br /&gt;I just don't love you no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS 2X]&lt;br /&gt;Rain outside my window pouring down&lt;br /&gt;What now, your gone, my fault, I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like a fool cause I let you down&lt;br /&gt;Now it's, too late, to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the tears I made you cry&lt;br /&gt;I guess this time it really is goodbye&lt;br /&gt;You made it clear when you said&lt;br /&gt;I just don't love you no more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-4275123400175120710?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/4275123400175120710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=4275123400175120710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/4275123400175120710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/4275123400175120710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2009/04/dont-love-you-no-more-im-sorry-craig.html' title=''/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-8945959509165258462</id><published>2009-04-20T09:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T15:35:49.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Private note</title><content type='html'>I know the problem between the both of us is getting bigger and bigger. If you notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;st&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking to some of my other friends bout' the problem they face in their relationship is kinda like some advice to me as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is I'm still acting like a bitch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what happened yesterday night made me very very upset. SO upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even know how the problem occurred. I just know how it continued. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked you to lead the way, but you ended up walking very fast. Walk into shops that you please. You don't even bother about me. And then when you came out of that one very shop, you didn't even bother to tell me, 'let's go'. You walked away just like that! And only a few minutes later, you came back for me. And what was written on your face was, 'I'm fucking pissed off with you.' There after you continued to walk at your own speed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was worse?! When we got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you did was stayed inside my room. And where was I? Watching tv outside. For how long? You should know that yourself. I even fell asleep outside. You didn't even bother to call me in. Yea, so when I shift my ass back into the room. You move outta the room. And I shift outta the room as well. And guess what I fell asleep on the sofa again and I even had a nightmare and started crying. Did you even bother? I don't even think you gave me a second look(or even A look). Even minutes later I woke up and went back to the room to sleep, did you bother? Even when I stood in granny's room to cry, did you bother? You know how much I miss granny, especially on the night before her death anniversary. But, DID YOU CARE?! Even after I text you to come to bed, did you? What did I got for an answer, 'you go to bed first.' That's all you know. Second time I asked, you even changed your tone and told me the same thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well well, finally you came to bed. Whoa, yea... right. I should even have give a damn. WHY?! The whole time you turned your back to me. And when I even tried to get closer to you, WHAT DID YOU DO?! You pushed me away and you even elbowed me. WTF?! And it didn't just happen once. It was THROUGH OUT the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I don't fucking care if youre reading this. Why?! Seriously I'm FUCKING pissed off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have always said that I don't know how much you love me. And you even once greet me goodnight telling me, 'love you which is never enough'. WTF?! You expect me to have a proper sleep after I see this?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, if you want to continue thinking that you suck at being a boyfriend, then go ahead. Nothing I can do to stop how you wanna behave. Seriously, if you think you suck so much at being my boyfriend, why don't you leave? Why? You say that I always bring 'breaking up' whenever we have a fight. UMMM, reminder. You always mention that youre not a good boyfriend every single time. And what happen when I asked what do you suggest we do now. What's your answer? NOPE, no answer at all. I ain't asking you to leave but the thing is you seemed like your trying more to break a tough detective case, rather than just simply trying to know how I function. I mean c'mon, I don't wanna be ignore the whole entire night just because we had a fight, neither do I wanna be elbowed and pushed off my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the fault is not entirely yours. I am to blame as well. I'm just a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna continue. I need sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-8945959509165258462?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/8945959509165258462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=8945959509165258462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/8945959509165258462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/8945959509165258462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2009/04/private-note.html' title='Private note'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-8514090645469947020</id><published>2009-04-17T12:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T12:36:53.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Friday before school starts</title><content type='html'>Oh god. I'm super tired! Freaking tired. The earlier I sleep, the more tired I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ang. is a super nice boyfriend. For 2 Thursday, he has been waiting for me for 2 hours when I'm having tuition. It feels very lovely, it at least I get to have dinner and spend the night with him. Although, at 10p.m. I'm freaking tired. But knowing that he's there, everything feels really worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Again, my phone alarm rang for 7 times. And Mr Ang. chose to stay at my place to sleep a little longer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm gonna miss the people at my work place. They are actually very nice people, I change my opinion towards them after day 3. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, and at work, we listen to 972FM. Initially, I felt that 972FM's listeners are those housewives aunties or those people of middle age(AYE, my mom listens to 100.3FM). But I kinda realized it's actually really nice. Though there are those beauty and household tips. But they have this section at like 11a.m., it discuss bout' problems we face in the society. Like this week, they talked about' girls home. Teenagers who are like you know, 'beyond hope'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've exprienced it before. My dumbass uncle threaten to send me to the home before. Didn't work. Fucking dumb idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, main point is. I was once 'kinda like that'. Maybe not to that extend. But bad enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I learnt an important lesson today. Give things a chance. May seems bad at first. Give it some time and chances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, lunch time is coming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-8514090645469947020?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/8514090645469947020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=8514090645469947020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/8514090645469947020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/8514090645469947020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2009/04/last-friday-before-school-starts.html' title='Last Friday before school starts'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-4321461935569142696</id><published>2009-04-16T10:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T10:47:42.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhat happy</title><content type='html'>My school is seriously fucked up. I paid my school fee using my PSEA account and fucking hell they tell me I haven't pay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PISSED OFF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, I managed to wake up for work today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transfer payment to my mom's CPF account[checked]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Settled my school fee[checked]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I ain't really for school to reopen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-4321461935569142696?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/4321461935569142696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=4321461935569142696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/4321461935569142696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/4321461935569142696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2009/04/somewhat-happy.html' title='Somewhat happy'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-2297377880328086153</id><published>2009-04-15T10:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T10:31:31.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging, finally</title><content type='html'>I'm at work! Wooohooo. I actually HAVE a work. 2 jobs actually. Working for my dad accounting department. Ain't a lot of job load. But good enough. At my tuition's at Sengkang. Far, but good pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained so heavily just now while I was having breakfast with my dad and Mr. Ang. I was so sleepy this morning I switched my phone to silent after it sounded for the 7th time. And was SOOOOO intending to call in sick for work, again. But Mr. Ang woke me up and I told myself, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I work today I probably earn like 30 bucks or more. At least I can buy something I like."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I finally understood why my friends(at my age or slightly older) want to earn SOOOO much money. Yea, it should be time I stop taking allowence from my dad. Though it proves extra income. But earning your own money and spending it make you understand the importance of money. you spent it but you will want to remember what you spent it on. And when youre spending it, you'll kinda ask yourself if you really needed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And initially, I was intending to save up money to get my dog and travel during my birthday. But looking at how things are now, I don't think it's possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I don't think I'd have enough money to get both. Secondly, I received an email saying the might be a tsunami on the 22nd July. Though, it's 20 days after my birthday. But you never know. So I told Mr Ang, I just want my appricot poodle :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after speaking to a friend of my, I realized love takes effort. LOTS of effort. And you can't just expect the other party to be the only one putting effort. In this case, Mr Ang. So I want to make the effort as well. Cause' I wanna make this work. You hear this, Mr Ang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, anyway I've been sent to open letterboxES. Gotta go :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-2297377880328086153?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/2297377880328086153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=2297377880328086153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/2297377880328086153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/2297377880328086153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2009/04/blogging-finally.html' title='Blogging, finally'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-4420107962961901075</id><published>2009-03-31T01:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T01:19:38.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a girlfriend and boyfriend thing</title><content type='html'>Something to share,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend: "Let's see what does 8 Days magazine recommend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: "Can you like also be obsessed with how much weight I gained?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend: "OK OK."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So played along.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend: *Reading something on 8 Days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: "I painted my nails."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend: "Oh, what color?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: "Brown....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend: "Oooh, new color."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: "Uhhhhh..... Noooooo. I painted that color before."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just goes to say my boyfriend no longer remember the color I used to pain my nails. He used to remember everything, EVERY SINGLE THING. Well, maybe he loves me less or age is just getting to him. HA! Whatever, I'm being lame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-4420107962961901075?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/4420107962961901075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=4420107962961901075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/4420107962961901075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/4420107962961901075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-girlfriend-and-boyfriend-thing.html' title='It&apos;s a girlfriend and boyfriend thing'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-6199588893761589834</id><published>2009-03-31T01:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T01:13:25.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've decided</title><content type='html'>I should blog more often. I was reading my old blog post and I realized how much people changed. How fast I moved on. How busy people are starting to get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how much she(my mom) is so forgiving. Not from my blog of course. I always know she's a forgiving woman. Thou sometimes she behaves like a bitch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is......... Very well for me I guess. Tend to feel I should loosen up a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLUBBING anyone? Before everyone's school starts:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-6199588893761589834?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/6199588893761589834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=6199588893761589834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/6199588893761589834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/6199588893761589834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2009/03/ive-decided.html' title='I&apos;ve decided'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-3226494001747254364</id><published>2009-03-20T05:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T05:21:17.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's more than just a game for two.</title><content type='html'>I remember when you used to be mine&lt;br /&gt;Way back when&lt;br /&gt;I was too naive to love you right&lt;br /&gt;But now if I only had the opportunity&lt;br /&gt;I would do anything&lt;br /&gt;Because my heart still believes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you could be mine again&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we could make that dream for real&lt;br /&gt;Like way back then&lt;br /&gt;When love was yours and mine&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we could bring it back to life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's irrelevant to dwell on the past&lt;br /&gt;I'm accountable for what went bad&lt;br /&gt;And I mean that&lt;br /&gt;But I keep on praying for another chance&lt;br /&gt;Just to have you back&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've grown&lt;br /&gt;And I know how to be your everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you could be mine again&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we could make that dream for real&lt;br /&gt;Like way back then&lt;br /&gt;When love was yours and mine&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we could bring it back to life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no it ain't over yet&lt;br /&gt;I just can't accept the possibility&lt;br /&gt;We weren't made for each other's arms&lt;br /&gt;I know you're my destiny&lt;br /&gt;We can't erase what was meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Part of you and part of me&lt;br /&gt;If we try one more time&lt;br /&gt;Maybe somehow we'll survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you could be mine again&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we could make that dream for real&lt;br /&gt;Like way back then&lt;br /&gt;When love was yours and mine&lt;br /&gt;Boy maybe we could bring it back&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we could bring it back&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we could bring it back to...&lt;br /&gt;Life&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you could be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk bout' hate. Nothing washes and knocks you down like a bottle of red wine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-3226494001747254364?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/3226494001747254364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=3226494001747254364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/3226494001747254364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/3226494001747254364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-more-than-just-game-for-two.html' title='It&apos;s more than just a game for two.'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-2858453055722888734</id><published>2009-02-23T15:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T15:32:00.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGGHHHH</title><content type='html'>Why do I get the blame when I argue with Mr Ang. EACH AND EVERYTIME?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You should be more understanding towards him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't see this is going anywhere lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm damn fucking sick(my head has been spinning since this morning). All I recalled was that I was in his toliet crying for like half an hour or more. He didn't even bother. Not after like that half an hour. I caught a cold because I had the water running on me before that and I just sat there crying while the water evapourated from my body. How cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghhh. Panadol didn't help at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-2858453055722888734?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/2858453055722888734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=2858453055722888734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/2858453055722888734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/2858453055722888734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2009/02/argghhhh.html' title='ARGGHHHH'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-3617254039581329751</id><published>2009-02-18T13:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T13:56:39.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My V Day</title><content type='html'>For the first time I spend V Day with my mom AND my boyfriend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ang, he sucks at keeping surprises to himself. I found my present and card like IN HIS BAG -.- SUCKER! But ok la, V night has AWESOME :) The rest is left for you guys to imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, photos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00116.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00116.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL ME TO YOU BEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00118.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00118.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00119.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00119.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00120.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00120.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00121.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00121.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00123.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00123.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise. We decided to name him Aladdin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00126.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00126.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00128.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00128.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00129.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00129.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00130.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00130.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00131.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00131.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00132.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00132.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali Ang And Aladdin Ang. AAAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00134.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00134.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muthu Ang, Ali Ang and Aladdin Ang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00135.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00135.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00136.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00136.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00137.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00137.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00138.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00138.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00139.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00139.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00140.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00140.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00141.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00141.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-3617254039581329751?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/3617254039581329751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=3617254039581329751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/3617254039581329751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/3617254039581329751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-v-day.html' title='My V Day'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-9170661788879676322</id><published>2009-02-16T10:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T13:31:36.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One down and more to go.</title><content type='html'>Mr Ang is sick. He's hot. I mean literally HOT. He's burning up. His arms face and everywhere feel so warm. So yea, we were out yesterday night when he complained that he was feeling hot. Thought the Auszy fire to blame. guess it's just getting into him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Happy Valentine's Day :) So far I didn't have to spend my V day alone. And this time with someone(actually two people) I love dearly. Will go into details later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing first. Photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00046.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00046.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rise eyebrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how you guys spent your CNY. But this year, my is different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the reunion dinner, I had to go down to Mr Ang's place for dinner. Imagine how bloated I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second last day of CNY, that day when my god mother came over and Mr Ang's mother invited his relatives over as well, we had a big argument. So while I was left alone in the room with precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the room, I found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snacks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rocky Mountain. It's soft lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00111.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00111.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice la. But just now my kind of cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00107.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00107.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precious is sleeeeepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00108.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00108.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's actually quite small and she can fit into Mr Ang's bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00109.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00109.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have to disturb her with the cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00103.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00103.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Mr Ang came to my place to stay. Mr Ang with my hair rubber band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the Ang family and Mamo(Jane- Mr Ang's sis boyfriend) and ME of course went to the AngBao RIver. And we took lotsa photos. Before that we went to the Cookie Museum for coffee. And Mr Ang has made a promise that he will bring me to Cookie Museum like 3 months ago?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUCKER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00084.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00084.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jie jie and Mamo :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00085.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00085.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and Mummy :) They look so loving right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00086-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00086-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jie jie and Mummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00087.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00087.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us. Look so 'mysterious'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00090.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00090.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLCC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00094.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00094.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made him take it behind this 'doll' cause I claimed it looks like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00095.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00095.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00097.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00097.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ang family :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00099.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00099.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon-to-be Ang family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for laugh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00079-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00079-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ang ---&gt; Monster?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00077.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00077.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precious ---&gt; Sex monster? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00076.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00076.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ang's TOOT ---&gt; Sex monster? LOL HAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00075-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00075-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precious ---&gt; still sex monster? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you guys happen to pass by Bugis and anywhere that sell Chewy Jr. Well you can give it a try. It's like the donuts craze. But still I prefer donuts. It's not known as chewy jr for no reason. It's very chewy. But try the fruity flavor, like blueberry cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00073-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00073-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall blog about my valentine's day some other time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-9170661788879676322?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/9170661788879676322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=9170661788879676322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/9170661788879676322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/9170661788879676322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-down-and-more-to-go.html' title='One down and more to go.'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-4781253250502946608</id><published>2009-02-08T01:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T02:03:04.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One way the other I need to vent my anger</title><content type='html'>Yes, I don't care if you don't like my language. I'm fucking pissed. Anger all gathered up since like 5pm the day before which is like February the 8th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All because of Andrew Ang. Yes, I know some people think that I take Andrew for granted. Fuck cares! I'm super pissed today. I'm pissed that he doesn't bother to help me clear up the mess(because my god mothers came over for lunch/dinner) and because he has to go home. Yea, fine. I'm petty. Thereafter, he called me once after I left 18 missed calls on his phone. Following messages came in, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Baby, please don't be angry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck! Fine I made my way done to his place because he kept saying his mom is asking him about me. Yes, and I also felt that I should be there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then what happened?..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He played Mahjong. Leaving me alone with Precious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK! I'M FUCKING FUCKING PISSED! AND YES, I'M FUCKING PETTY AS WELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just as I was about to blog, he came in,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I won leh. But I let my dad play."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like it's gonna make me less pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my fucking back is aching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-4781253250502946608?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/4781253250502946608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=4781253250502946608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/4781253250502946608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/4781253250502946608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-way-other-i-need-to-vent-my-anger.html' title='One way the other I need to vent my anger'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-5697465365895168507</id><published>2009-01-18T01:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T01:31:06.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jokes from Mr Ang</title><content type='html'>Tamagotchi = 他妈捉鸡&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: I want Bandung don't want rose syrup. Change to orange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ang: Then it's called Ordung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maine's joke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedro: pa toh low(hit where in hokkien)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-5697465365895168507?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/5697465365895168507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=5697465365895168507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/5697465365895168507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/5697465365895168507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2009/01/jokes-from-mr-ang.html' title='Jokes from Mr Ang'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-5973358221745207164</id><published>2009-01-17T14:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T14:20:41.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever since</title><content type='html'>It's been only like 1 second ago that I thought of what I wanted. What I wanted from myself, Mr Ang, my family, my friends. Then I realized that sometimes it's not what you want, but what you have. Looking at my life now, I guess I pretty much have everything, friends, family, and of course Mr Ang. Though there are definitely bumps in life. Each and every time I have an argument with Mr Ang, I ask myself(and a few days ago, I asked him),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you really expect me to just go have a sleep and when I wake up just forget about the whole issue?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's definitely easy to do that. Cause' that's what I always do. Whether, it's an argument with mom or Mr Ang. Then I told Mr Ang, if you don't settle this, it's just gonna snowball and in the end it ends up getting worse. And I'm definitely not that kind of person who just let matter sit and it gets into a bigger sore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once heard form Desperate Housewives,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We go to bed lying to ourselves that all our problems will be fine when we wake up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's what most our comfort zone is at. I don't deny that I do have problems with Mr Ang. And I guess Tiers and V know about that. But some time, it's really OK, that we go take a nap and wake up, and everything is much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I have arguments with Mr Ang, but we always make up and everything would be fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most definitely, I don't wanna hurt him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, enough of blabbering, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to celebrate Zakie's birthday on Wednesday, went shisha. And me and Mr Ang came all the way down from Upper Bikit Timah -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ang: "Why don't we just stay over at your place."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: "........(some other reasons).......... and because you have a mini snack bar over at your place."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently we are supposed to meet at 10am. But like for goodness sake who the hell goes shisha at that hour? Then we set to meet at 1230, then 1330, then eventually we met up at around 1430. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday, I spent the whole bloody afternoon cleaning the house. I literally felt so squeaky clean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mopped the whole house(except the kitchen) because after cleaning the whole of the kitchen cabinets I dropped dead. And obviously I was kinda running late to meet Mr Ang. And remember I did all those all by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00488.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00488.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A basin of dirty water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00490.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00490.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00491.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00491.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00492.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00492.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made sure there was shine lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00493.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00493.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00494.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00494.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After. OK, I know the before looks so dark cause there's no flash. But you can tell it's WAYYY filthier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00496.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00496.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See. Half of it is clean and the other half is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00497.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00497.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after it's totally clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00498.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00498.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like oil you used to deep fry stuff right. Half correct. It's grime and detergent together. Well, when we fried stuff the smoke stains on the wall which causes grime. Ahhh, you get my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to meet Mr Ang and then went to King Albert Park to eat Mcd. Then went to his house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And where's Mr Ang now?&lt;br /&gt;At work.&lt;br /&gt;Where am I?&lt;br /&gt;At his house?&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to help him pack his room.&lt;br /&gt;But.&lt;br /&gt;You twisted my right arm yesterday when we had a fight.&lt;br /&gt;SMART.&lt;br /&gt;Screw you Mr Ang.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-5973358221745207164?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/5973358221745207164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=5973358221745207164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/5973358221745207164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/5973358221745207164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2009/01/ever-since.html' title='Ever since'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-2249415385699078121</id><published>2009-01-14T11:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T11:18:13.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year guys</title><content type='html'>Damn I know I'm 13 days late. BUT BUT BUT, that's all because, my laptop is down. Then again, now that my laptop is ok, I still have to use Mr Ang's laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, first thing first. Happy birthday Mr Ang. Whose birthday falls on 1st January. He's old. So old that he has to go renew his IC. Which has yet to be done. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, A LOT of things have came up since like forever ago(at home I mean). Which, I don't bother to talk about over here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly Mr Ang's house has 3 super duper uber nuber cute dogs I mean they are REALLY very cute cause they are FATTTT. Super round so fluffy, ohya one of them is named Fluffy. How cute. And of course Vogue who's a husky. I must say, Vogue is handsome. His eyes..... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, again, I'm at Mr Ang's house cause he's ain't working today and we were going to celebrate Zak's birthday later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Precious(Mr Ang's dog) loves me when I'm eating my bread. Thinking that I will feed her. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S Mr Ang got a NEW DS lite. How annoying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-2249415385699078121?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/2249415385699078121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=2249415385699078121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/2249415385699078121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/2249415385699078121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-guys.html' title='Happy New Year guys'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-2994296590149626923</id><published>2008-12-08T10:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T10:46:07.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Owner Like Dog</title><content type='html'>Oh my tian! Mr Ang and Precious can really SLEEEEEEP lor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We'll go for breakfast tomorrow morning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what they always say, "Tomorrow never come."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-2994296590149626923?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/2994296590149626923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=2994296590149626923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/2994296590149626923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/2994296590149626923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2008/12/like-owner-like-dog.html' title='Like Owner Like Dog'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-5907057781336968133</id><published>2008-12-05T12:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T13:37:49.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a really long time</title><content type='html'>Since I last step into school. And on my way, I saw Mr Kelvin Eng. Then I realized I'm not the only one who has been skipping school :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, let's begin when Zackie and Mr Ang came over to my house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00443-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00443-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00445-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00445-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I cooked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00446-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00446-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is what Mr Ang gave me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Mr Ang came over to my place to stay and we went drinking with Junie, MeiTing, Rezzor, SheWei and Jon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00447-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00447-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00448-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00448-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00450-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00450-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00451-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00451-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00452-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00452-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00453.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00453.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00456.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00456.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00457.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00457.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon and Rezzor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00458.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00458.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00459.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00459.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00460.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00460.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00461.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00461.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00462.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00462.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00468.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00468.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a guess what's this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00469.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00469.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00471.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00471.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green Monster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00472.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00472.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00473.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00473.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00474.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00474.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00475.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00475.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00476.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00476.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00477.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00477.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ang's doggy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00479.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00479.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. I'm tired from blogging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-5907057781336968133?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/5907057781336968133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=5907057781336968133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/5907057781336968133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/5907057781336968133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-been-really-long-time.html' title='It&apos;s been a really long time'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-5427162240228150486</id><published>2008-12-03T14:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T14:21:21.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOO!</title><content type='html'>My laptop is down and guess where I am? Mr Ang's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Mr Ang sleeping until like now(2.19PM) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with Precious(Mr Ang's doggy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of them can SLEEEEEEP lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for my updates :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-5427162240228150486?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/5427162240228150486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=5427162240228150486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/5427162240228150486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/5427162240228150486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2008/12/boo.html' title='BOO!'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-4735871627011613242</id><published>2008-11-21T15:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T15:26:47.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D Something to be happy about :D</title><content type='html'>Though.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair stinks because I didn't shower before I stepped out of my house today because I'm like almost late and I just can't be bothered (At least I showered very late yesterday night)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shoulder hurts(on both sides). And I can barely move my head left and right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like feeling so uneasy at my stomach. Feeling like puking, ever since like Thursday? Then I totally have no appetite to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My inner thighs hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feet is covered with blister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what am I going to do tomorrow. Stay at home? Sleep? Go out with MeiTing Junie they all? I have no idea. My plans are like crashed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like finally I decided to go to school because it's Facility Module today. Only to find out Macho Man never come today, instead it's some old ah pek who doesn't smile at all and no sense of humor. And his voice.... ARRRGGHHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting my brain is made of tofu, I can't absorb too much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY FREAKING GOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bao Bei is back!! And I'm going out with Bao Bei on Wednesday:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOHOOOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like 雪中送炭 that kind of feeling lor:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a little part of my heart warmed:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-4735871627011613242?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/4735871627011613242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=4735871627011613242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/4735871627011613242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/4735871627011613242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2008/11/d-something-to-be-happy-about-d.html' title=':D Something to be happy about :D'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-8135015149665297822</id><published>2008-11-21T13:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T13:14:28.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna know the truth?</title><content type='html'>I'm fucking tired. TIRED! I feel like just stopping everything. Dump away everything that I have for you. I seriously don't wanna see you getting yourself hurt. Especially from yesterday night accident. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like after I thought that after 6 months for waiting for that someone, everything would be better when I am together with you. Yes, some things got better. Yet there were other things I had to face. And things that I've never faced before. Yes, I realized I'm not that strong anymore and at all. I seriously don't have the will power to carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at when did something similar happen? A few days ago? Once in every few days. I'm getting very exhausted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand how can someone be like you? After I tried all means and ways to push you away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that I'm exhausted. VERY exhausted. And how long ago have we just started? It's just the begining and I'm getting so exhausted. I really wonder can I carry on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that youre probably upset to see this. But I'm really tired and I don't wanna talk about anything else. And I don't think talking would change anything as a matter of fact. I just want you to leave me alone. But I really don't want to walk away just like that. Can you just step back for once, be selfish and think for yourself. Give me and you some time? I know we talked about 'giving some time' for like many times, but I really can't think with such an exhausted mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give yourself some time to settle everything, OK?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-8135015149665297822?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/8135015149665297822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=8135015149665297822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/8135015149665297822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/8135015149665297822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2008/11/wanna-know-truth.html' title='Wanna know the truth?'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-2767261991022408469</id><published>2008-11-13T14:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:21:03.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update update</title><content type='html'>Ndrew: "Now you can update your blog."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other people: "Update......"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, here goes everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start from Friday, the next day after my laptop broke down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to school JUST TO MARK MY ATTENDANCE. Then go home and sleep and I took 6 hours to clean my room. Which is very NEAT by the way. And the one who 'inspired' me to clean up my room was Mr Andrew Ang(who is my boyfriend now. MUHAHAHAHAHAHA). WHY?! Because for that next few days he's gonna stay at my place. SO, NEAT ROOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then met Mr Ang to watch Madagascar: Escape 2 Africa. Then went to eat Dim Sum because I was VERY hungry :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we(Mr Ang rather) slept till like 430 the next evening. When we are supposed to go attend MeiTing's chalet. We're like supposed to be there early to set up fire lor. Then we nua nua nua and reached Downtown East at 7 plus. Then go walk walk eat walk walk. Then went up to the room to play cards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ang, who was playing cards, didn't know that I was whacked by a guitar until I shouted "OUCH!" lor :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's really painful, alright. It's like still swollen until now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went out to walk walk, again with Me, Mr Ang, Junie, Jon, XueWei and Sammy. Then when we went back it started raining. And we saw MeiTing sitting outside her room, drinking. Sat down with her and we talked talked talked talked and more talking and laughing and laughing. Until Mr Ang fell asleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to my place and Mr Ang fell asleep, again. Until 8 plus at night. I realized Mr Ang can be good friends with Dino because they both sleep a lot :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, pictures pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00425-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00425-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00426-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00426-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00427-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00427-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00430.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00430.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00431.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00431.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I know I have BIG head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chalet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00432.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00432.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sammy and XueWei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00433.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00433.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junie and Rezzor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00434.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00434.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, Junie ain't trying to say 'NO'. They are playing hoops with their finger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00435.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00435.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, didn't get in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00436.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00436.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now with Jon and can see Mr Ang playing PSP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00442.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00442.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday went out with Dino. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00441.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00441.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ang's new found love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC004431.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC004431.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC004441.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC004441.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I name him Muthu Ang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC004461.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC004461.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEEK A BOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I got a message from a messenger :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC004481.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC004481.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00449.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00449.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00452.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00452.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00451.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00451.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Searching for Cupid :D MUHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I spend some time with Mr Ang on Tuesday and Wednesday and TODAY as well :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-2767261991022408469?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/2767261991022408469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=2767261991022408469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/2767261991022408469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/2767261991022408469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2008/11/update-update.html' title='Update update'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-2786934444585240428</id><published>2008-11-13T11:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:11:48.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPSET</title><content type='html'>I dropped my laptop last Thursday which makes it one whole week that I went thru without my laptop. And all thanks to Sanjay I have a Fujitsu very 'LIGHT' lappy. Better than nothing still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out Ivy on Monday. Went to have dinner and then walked around. When she suddenly asked me, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haven't you realized that we don't really have anything else to talked about these days?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it got me really thinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally it got to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this goes to you know who and for you and you and you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, for that only few ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a really really long time since we really have the chance to sat down and talk. When was the last time we sat down and talk our hearts out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking 15 years down the road, will we still be like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, the fact that is I'M REALLY UPSET and I don't wanan talk about it at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-2786934444585240428?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/2786934444585240428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=2786934444585240428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/2786934444585240428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/2786934444585240428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2008/11/upset.html' title='UPSET'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-3477005142369351384</id><published>2008-11-05T22:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T00:02:16.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally when it's over</title><content type='html'>Everything of PP is over. Felt like it never started before lor. And for the very first time in my life, I was sweating when I was giving a presentation. Me? Sweating!? Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like walking up and down up and down. Called like almost everyone. Either never pick up or in lecture(SS). I was literally playing with my poster. And then finally when it's like my turn I had to stick up the posters on the wall. And guess what, the poster kept falling off the wall and I got so fed up I started like pressing the posters so hard against the wall. And it's just a think piece of a very big cardboard(those kind of exhibition booth kinda thing) that made up the very 'nice' piece of wall. Then still it kept falling off. I started breaking out in sweat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHY?! Why wouldn't you bloody poster just stick on the water for like 15 minutes?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got really nervous and clumsy I ended up knocking into chairs and blabbering nonsense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY?! You dumb Chermaine?! WHY are you SO nervous?! Nerves has never gotten me so badly lor :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Andrew came and picked me up :) . Which was like raining VERY heavily. And on the way back Zaki called. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew Andrew ANNNNDRREEEEWWWWW. Muhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually I fell asleep later in the evening. And someone woke me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone: "Aye. (Was it) When you start working (or) something else."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like answering,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: "Sleeping........... ZZZZzzzzZZZzzz"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually that SOMEONE decided to work with me at Toy R Us. WoooHOOOOOOO!!! Now I've company to go to work with :D I'm absolutely HAPPPPPYYY! I love you SOMEONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, what's new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in my life I dyed my hair. And I dyed it myself. No, no fun at all. I ended up creating a big mess in mommy's toilet and I dripped dye all over the house(sort of). Cause' the next morning I woke up so see stains on my door which looks like blood stains. Then when I wipe it off, it's the exact same color as my new hair color. But still the stain didn't went off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when Zaki saw my hair color, she screamed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your hair looks supple. Nicer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaki ah, scream for what?! I didn't realized that my new color was obvious. Until people told me so. And I never know that dyeing my hair will make my hair look supple -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly,Andrew is my love love :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, :'( Dino is flying. To somewhere which is flooding. She can't swim well from what I know. DIED. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss Dino :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-3477005142369351384?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/3477005142369351384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=3477005142369351384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/3477005142369351384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/3477005142369351384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2008/11/finally-when-its-over.html' title='Finally when it&apos;s over'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-6857472102632670101</id><published>2008-11-03T07:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T07:52:24.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drewwwwwww</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry. I'm really very sorry. I know everything has gotten back to normal. But I'm really sorry to put you thru everything yesterday night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-6857472102632670101?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/6857472102632670101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=6857472102632670101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/6857472102632670101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/6857472102632670101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2008/11/drewwwwwww.html' title='Drewwwwwww'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-1424884641341012472</id><published>2008-11-03T07:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T07:35:11.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I'm very cold hearted</title><content type='html'>"I don't have much time to talk to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks. That's what I needed to hear. Cause' I won't bother to listen to any of your explanation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to be mean or anything, seriously. But you have something IMPORTANT to attend to? Hmmm. Let's see..... Took you a month?! Without even bothering to give a call or anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm with my mom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So? I respect your mom. But have you shown any respect for me at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you serious?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! If I have to say so. I'm god damn fucking serious? Don't I sound serious enough? So what? When ever have you been SERIOUSLY talking to me since you left?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save your trip back to Singapore. I don't wanna hear your 'this and this' and 'that and that'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish Zaki would slap him in the face and let him know what he has done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-1424884641341012472?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/1424884641341012472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=1424884641341012472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/1424884641341012472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/1424884641341012472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2008/11/yes-im-very-cold-hearted.html' title='Yes, I&apos;m very cold hearted'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-1563517550344534579</id><published>2008-11-02T21:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T21:54:05.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and SS</title><content type='html'>(8:46 PM) 我是TIERS:what goe: cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8:46 PM) 我是TIERS:what goe: i updated &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8:46 PM) 我是TIERS:what goe: myblog &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8:46 PM) 我是TIERS:what goe: haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8:47 PM) Maine     :} -: you update liao ah? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8:48 PM) 我是TIERS:what goe: yar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8:48 PM) 我是TIERS:what goe: for u leh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8:48 PM) 我是TIERS:what goe: cuz u complain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8:48 PM) 我是TIERS:what goe: haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8:48 PM) 我是TIERS:what goe: so speciallly for u &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8:51 PM) 我是TIERS:what goe: no vulgar words thk  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8:51 PM) 我是TIERS:what goe: thk u* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8:54 PM) Maine     :} -: what did you write? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8:55 PM) 我是TIERS:what goe: u go see &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8:55 PM) Maine     :} -: wtf is frogiass? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8:56 PM) 我是TIERS:what goe: froggy-ass &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8:56 PM) 我是TIERS:what goe: but frogiass &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8:56 PM) Maine     :} -: KNN! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8:56 PM) 我是TIERS:what goe: sound n look nicer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8:56 PM) Maine     :} -: i'm gonna post your china photos &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8:56 PM) 我是TIERS:what goe: but its so cute &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8:56 PM) 我是TIERS:what goe: those pic &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8:56 PM) 我是TIERS:what goe: i edit till very nice leh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8:56 PM) 我是TIERS:what goe: wah lau &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8:56 PM) 我是TIERS:what goe: took me 1 hour can &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8:56 PM) Maine     :} -: FUCK YOU LOR &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8:56 PM) Maine     :} -: haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8:56 PM) 我是TIERS:what goe: i knew u would sae dat &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8:57 PM) Maine     :} -: i'm gonna post your china photos &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8:57 PM) 我是TIERS:what goe: wah lau eh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8:57 PM) 我是TIERS:what goe: china photo i block ure face lor &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8:57 PM) 我是TIERS:what goe: this is like the sexy u &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8:58 PM) 我是TIERS:what goe: u still so fussy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8:58 PM) Maine     :} -: i hate you tiers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8:58 PM) 我是TIERS:what goe: the yeah baby pic so nice lor &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8:58 PM) Maine     :} -: i really do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8:58 PM) 我是TIERS:what goe: yar yar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8:58 PM) Maine     :} -: what baby picture? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8:58 PM) 我是TIERS:what goe: yeah baby &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8:59 PM) Maine     :} -:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8:59 PM) Maine     :} -: it's okie tiers i have your damn glam pictures with me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9:00 PM) 我是TIERS:what goe: anithg lah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9:00 PM) 我是TIERS:what goe: its not like im gg to find a bf or husband on ure blog  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9:00 PM) Maine     :} -: i give up &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9:01 PM) 我是TIERS:what goe: u noe how long i edit to get those nice colour &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9:01 PM) 我是TIERS:what goe: if not the pic so dull lor &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9:01 PM) 我是TIERS:what goe: tsk man &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9:01 PM) 我是TIERS:what goe: dun appreciate it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9:01 PM) 我是TIERS:what goe: haiz &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9:02 PM) Maine     :} -: ok ok &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9:02 PM) Maine     :} -: i must admit that the pictures look better than the original one &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9:02 PM) 我是TIERS:what goe: durh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9:02 PM) Maine     :} -: thanks tiers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9:02 PM) 我是TIERS:what goe: welcome (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9:02 PM) Maine     :} -: it's ok &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9:02 PM) Maine     :} -: i'm blogging &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9:03 PM) 我是TIERS:what goe: Initiated a file transfer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9:04 PM) 我是TIERS:what goe: Initiated a file transfer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9:03 PM) 我是TIERS:what goe: yar yar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9:03 PM) 我是TIERS:what goe: i noe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9:03 PM) Maine     :} -: it's ok i have photoshop &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9:04 PM) 我是TIERS:what goe: Initiated a file transfer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9:04 PM) 我是TIERS:what goe: u r always like this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9:04 PM) Maine     :} -: you just adjust the contrast that's all &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9:04 PM) Maine     :} -: always like what?&lt;br /&gt;then u post back &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9:04 PM) Maine     :} -: no la &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9:05 PM) Maine     :} -: i'm just gonna blog about what you say &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9:05 PM) Maine     :} -: hello i don't post unglam photo of you lor &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9:05 PM) Maine     :} -: i somemore edited the DXO photo for you ok &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9:05 PM) 我是TIERS:what goe: i edit those unglam pics n make them attractive neh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9:05 PM) Maine     :} -: i make you look better if you haven't notice &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9:05 PM) Maine     :} -: okie okie &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9:05 PM) Maine     :} -: thanks &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9:05 PM) 我是TIERS:what goe: no i havent notice &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9:05 PM) 我是TIERS:what goe: haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9:06 PM) Maine     :} -: yes your eyes are BIGGER &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9:06 PM) 我是TIERS:what goe: ooo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9:06 PM) 我是TIERS:what goe: okok &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9:06 PM) 我是TIERS:what goe: thx thx &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9:06 PM) 我是TIERS:what goe: i saw it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9:06 PM) 我是TIERS:what goe: its not proportionate &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9:06 PM) 我是TIERS:what goe: haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9:07 PM) 我是TIERS:what goe: so funny can!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9:07 PM) Maine     :} -: but it's better lor &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*Then we mentioned someone......)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9:09 PM) Maine     :} -: shhhhh..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9:09 PM) Maine     :} -: don't tell her &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And when youre speaking of something evil.....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9:10 PM) 我是TIERS:what goe: okok &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9:10 PM) 我是TIERS:what goe: i dun tell her stuff lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9:10 PM) Maine     :} -: LOL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9:10 PM) Maine     :} -: good i love you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9:10 PM) 我是TIERS:what goe: welcome~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9:10 PM) Maine     :} -: i realized something you know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9:11 PM) Maine     :} -: everyone around me hair all shorter than my &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9:11 PM) 我是TIERS:what goe: yar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9:11 PM) 我是TIERS:what goe: especially my fringe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9:11 PM) 我是TIERS:what goe: but now its longer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, 32 photos coming up. And I didn't edit any of SS photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00393.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00393.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00394.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00394.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00395.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00395.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Very pretty I must say."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00397.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00397.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;青蛙王子二号店&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't pull my 青蛙王子二号店."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00398.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00398.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"小熊王子三号店"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00399.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00399.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00400.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00400.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00401.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00401.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"绿魔鬼四号店"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class BBQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00402.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00402.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can see Perry's very sexy legs"&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00403.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00403.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00404.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00404.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00405.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00405.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00408-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00408-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00409.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00409.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"!!! My hair looks like that one ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: "Yes, all this while?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dino: "So short?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: "Mine's long."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dino: "Yea, I like."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00410.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00410.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I cut my hand. This was before the proper bandage that Batman put on for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00411.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00411.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Same old thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you wanna know who Garvin is right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he comes:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00412.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00412.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00413.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00413.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00414.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00414.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually Garvin already got wet before we took this shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00415.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00415.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do this OK?! Dino did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00416.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00416.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00417.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00417.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dino AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00418.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00418.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00419.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00419.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I did this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00420.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00420.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dino, obviously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00422.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00422.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Make a guess what's this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late night supper, delivered with&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; love&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: "Hungry leh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: "Order Mcd for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: *WOOOHOOO! *JUMP JUMP JUMP*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00423.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00423.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garvin obviously jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00424.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/DSC00424.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way how Garvin's hand sticks out quite freaky lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/?action=view&amp;current=jk.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/cher_maine/jk.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new photobucket. Nice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK la, I still need to finish up my poster one lor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-1563517550344534579?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/1563517550344534579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=1563517550344534579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/1563517550344534579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/1563517550344534579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2008/11/me-and-ss.html' title='Me and SS'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-6299234426054441789</id><published>2008-11-02T05:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T05:55:30.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm talking to.....</title><content type='html'>Andrew Ang. Love love :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-6299234426054441789?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/6299234426054441789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=6299234426054441789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/6299234426054441789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/6299234426054441789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-talking-to.html' title='I&apos;m talking to.....'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-6756069859778178442</id><published>2008-11-01T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T23:56:55.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I the only one blogging here?</title><content type='html'>If SS or Sotong won't update, neither will I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-6756069859778178442?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/6756069859778178442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=6756069859778178442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/6756069859778178442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/6756069859778178442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2008/11/am-i-only-one-blogging-here.html' title='Am I the only one blogging here?'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-9073450192323525018</id><published>2008-10-31T15:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T15:44:02.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just wanna be kinda stupid can?!</title><content type='html'>I don't mind having bruises and cuts on me cause' I know someone will change my dressing for me:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to make him egg and luncheon meat sandwich :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-9073450192323525018?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/9073450192323525018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=9073450192323525018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/9073450192323525018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/9073450192323525018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-just-wanna-be-kinda-stupid-can.html' title='I just wanna be kinda stupid can?!'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-2948620020375237703</id><published>2008-10-30T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T00:31:56.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maine VERY HAPPY:D</title><content type='html'>"I realized your eyes are brown."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrghhh. Muhahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Batman for changing my dressing for me. And it's like so nicely wrapped up now. Not like the one that I wrapped yesterday. Was terrible lor. I could easily take off my bandage. Like what's the point of putting a bandage, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this early morning it was hurting VERY badly? VERY VERY BADLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I still haven't mention why I have a bandage on my hand. Long story, short explanation. I cut myself with a really really sharp wine glass which was broken. Well technically I fell and poke my right hand into the sharp glass. And blood was really dripping. It's though I was squeezing lemon in my hand and lemon juice is coming out. But instead it's my own blood. Ya, that was how much of juice(I mean bloody) came out of my hand. And I had blood stains all over the floor. SWEET.....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Dino was like, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Such a small cut!!! You put bandage as though it's like very serious." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's small but deep lor. My flesh was exposed can?! Haha. OK, I was really traumatized, but it was later in the evening that it stopped hurting. SO I was playing with Dino and Garvin during dinner. And how fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Batman:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-2948620020375237703?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/2948620020375237703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=2948620020375237703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/2948620020375237703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/2948620020375237703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2008/10/maine-very-happyd.html' title='Maine VERY HAPPY:D'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-2439245236078528076</id><published>2008-10-29T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T23:23:54.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why am I so stupid</title><content type='html'>I know there isn't a good reason why I should get upset or angry. Let's cut this short cause I cut my hand and I have like a SUPER big bandage around my palm so it's kinda difficult for me to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line I tell myself something: "If he could hurt me like this why can someone else."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I know no reason to get upset over it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just go and sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421622147174886735-2439245236078528076?l=screwedsarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/feeds/2439245236078528076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=421622147174886735&amp;postID=2439245236078528076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/2439245236078528076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/421622147174886735/posts/default/2439245236078528076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedsarni.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-am-i-so-stupid.html' title='Why am I so stupid'/><author><name>ChermaineC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16512925837859940757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421622147174886735.post-5458260742708812756</id><published>2008-10-27T16:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T17:40:20.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up feeling UBER drowsy. And with 6 sms-es on my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 of them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dino: "Hey. We'll meet at 2 instead. Haha."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaki: "Darling.... What happened to you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need Zaki and Dino, badly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to call Zaki then I realized I lost my voice. And she was the one who spread her cold to me. I have something I wanna tell Zaki SOOOO SOOOOO badly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very bad blowing Dino off cause' I woke up at 1. And we're supposed to meet at 1?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my cold got worse because of Saturday's E45J's BBQ. I think I was the only one who didn't get a wink lor. Was very very very fun, a good bonding time indeed. And they finished my fried bee hoon lor :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what's the funniest part? Mommy drove us there, then we unloaded the stuff from her car. Someone took out the wrong bag. And that bag has joss paper, joss sticks and candle. Smart......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot of things that happened that night. Still again, I have to say something. It takes a while before you really know that person, and some of them are nicer than what you know :D Some of us stood up the whole(not entirely) night to talk. And eat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did I mention I brought Garvin(Gavin) along. I will show you guys a picture of Gavin SOON. Yes, I know it probably take another 1 whole month before I upload the photos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&
