<?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-6085589</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:29:37.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~dreams~</title><subtitle type='html'>haha</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodredamethyst7.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodredamethyst7.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085589.post-108116753202056623</id><published>2004-04-05T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T20:22:35.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's not the fact that i played terribly. it's the knowledge that i could have done better.i don't get it. what is it about auds that freaks me out. isn't it just more people listening to your playing?i don't get it at all. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/108116753202056623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/108116753202056623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodredamethyst7.blogspot.com/index.html#108116753202056623' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085589.post-108074196971050959</id><published>2004-03-31T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T22:09:47.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>isn't it meaningless not to have a goal in life?not to have something to reach for?hai.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/108074196971050959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/108074196971050959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodredamethyst7.blogspot.com/index.html#108074196971050959' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085589.post-108047609842048148</id><published>2004-03-28T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T20:21:43.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hi everyone! I've come down quite a bit... not surprising, considering the fact that school starts again tmr... sigh :(. so. not so high anymore :(. tragic. this page is getting VERY long. I should go and make another layout. but then rite... heh. i don't really think i can do it anytime soon since school's starting again. and i can't do it today COS... of certain obvious reasons :(. hai :(. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/108047609842048148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/108047609842048148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodredamethyst7.blogspot.com/index.html#108047609842048148' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085589.post-108032114300017052</id><published>2004-03-27T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T01:15:53.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm HIGH!!!! see, the HIGHest entry in the page.*claps loudly*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/108032114300017052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/108032114300017052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodredamethyst7.blogspot.com/index.html#108032114300017052' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085589.post-108032022388411798</id><published>2004-03-27T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T01:13:02.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hehe i AM back as you all can see :):) Tada!!! think my brother's too tired to come to steal the com from me when i'm away. lala our sb is so coolthere's soph who knows and remembers everything so we can ask her whenever we don't understand anything...there's eyeballs who does her work REALLY REALLY fast so we can er borrow her work for er reference :Pthere's emm to suan you so you make sure </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/108032022388411798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/108032022388411798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodredamethyst7.blogspot.com/index.html#108032022388411798' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085589.post-108031339466380653</id><published>2004-03-26T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T23:44:00.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hI evEryOne!!!!!!!!!! *hops up and down excitedly*...hehe look at the last time i posted... about 2 years ago. heh. miss AlL of YOu!!! erpz. heh. more like you all missed me. :Dmy brother's been nice to me since he came back :D. maybe he realised he can't live without me when he was staying in the camp or whatever. aww...Maybe i'll consider getting him a birthday present :)IF i have money</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/108031339466380653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/108031339466380653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodredamethyst7.blogspot.com/index.html#108031339466380653' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085589.post-107775684331074955</id><published>2004-02-26T08:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T08:56:53.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:(:(. Didn't finish my homework yesterday :(. no time :(. my recess is going to be so busy :P. good luck to me:(:(. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/107775684331074955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/107775684331074955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodredamethyst7.blogspot.com/index.html#107775684331074955' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085589.post-107641982542171405</id><published>2004-02-10T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T21:32:53.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh no i'm such a horrible person :(. i couldn't find anything so shuhui had to help me crap up some stuff when she was only supposed to compile :(. sorry :(. but they should ban tourism sites. haiz. totally obstructs the learning of geog students :(. heh. hai i really suck... i want to do strange things at all the wrong times. last night i was doing my horrid homework until very late cos why? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/107641982542171405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/107641982542171405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodredamethyst7.blogspot.com/index.html#107641982542171405' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085589.post-107554764730243993</id><published>2004-01-31T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T19:23:41.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It seems like I only come to say stuff when I am depressed or pissed or in some sort of trouble or another. More trouble now. She can go and die. some stupid quota thing cos some other random people who don't really need the juniors anyway don't have enough. last year when there weren't enough for us she didn't bloody CARE. And we were so happy lorh. we were like 60+? It's like so many. could </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/107554764730243993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/107554764730243993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodredamethyst7.blogspot.com/index.html#107554764730243993' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085589.post-107504586437639595</id><published>2004-01-25T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T23:53:11.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FORGET IT MY STUPID DEADED BRAIN IS NOT GOING TO SPEW OUT ANY WONDERFUL IDEAS NOW I'M GOING TO SLEEP</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/107504586437639595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/107504586437639595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodredamethyst7.blogspot.com/index.html#107504586437639595' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085589.post-107504543723891363</id><published>2004-01-25T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T23:46:03.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i feel very horrible. i need to cry. there's no time. shit. fine. i'm sorry but crying really helps. for me anyway. i always feel better after crying. and now i feel like crying because of the lack of time to cry :(. still on my commonwealth essay. and i have about twenty minutes of today plus whatever i need of tomorrow [whatever i need must not exceed 6 hours cos then i have to go to school </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/107504543723891363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/107504543723891363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodredamethyst7.blogspot.com/index.html#107504543723891363' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085589.post-107502909784967638</id><published>2004-01-25T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T19:15:29.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hi everyone!!! heh. school starts again tmr :(. feels so horrible :(. back to school again. i really really cannot concentrate on my homework. i have to take a lot a lot of breaks then i never get anything done. even if i don't take breaks i'll just end up staring at the stupid BLANK piece of paper. i have to do the commonwealth essay but there's no inspiration :(. i can't think of a plot :(:(. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/107502909784967638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/107502909784967638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodredamethyst7.blogspot.com/index.html#107502909784967638' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085589.post-107474140662375274</id><published>2004-01-22T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T11:18:48.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heh happy new year everyone. my sister is so retarded... :P. she gave piglet an ang bao with sweets inside. and ended up eating it herself :D. haha. indived yesterday :D:D. to save myself from the terrible consequences of having only practised once in two weeks [obs + cny]. hehe. so i only didn't practise for half a week now :P. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/107474140662375274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/107474140662375274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodredamethyst7.blogspot.com/index.html#107474140662375274' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085589.post-107450678629485414</id><published>2004-01-19T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T18:10:30.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:(. ok i think emm doesn't read my blog or there would have been a million messages by now... :Pfelt very very lost just now can. better now. i was trying to choose between indiv and homework. they are like both equally important. and they are both quite urgent. there is so much homework, i have to rush and get everything done. but if i don't indiv today there'll be no time tomorrow. and the day</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/107450678629485414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/107450678629485414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodredamethyst7.blogspot.com/index.html#107450678629485414' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085589.post-107435253400682726</id><published>2004-01-17T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T23:17:29.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh ya emm and mable fell sick right after obs. so lou-sy. *sticks out tongue* you see soph and i still so alive and healthy :D. *beams at emm who has nice red spots all over*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/107435253400682726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/107435253400682726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodredamethyst7.blogspot.com/index.html#107435253400682726' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085589.post-107435039314946440</id><published>2004-01-17T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T23:02:55.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hi all. back from obs :(. school again :(:(. obs was fun. but i don't want to go again. it's so tiring :(. carry all the stupid food around... and eating half cooked rice [!]. the cooking part was quite sad lah... cos you look at my class... how many people can cook... we just ate maggie mee everyday cos it's easiest :D. threw away the rice cos no one knew how to cook it :P. on the first day we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/107435039314946440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/107435039314946440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodredamethyst7.blogspot.com/index.html#107435039314946440' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085589.post-107348876821524707</id><published>2004-01-07T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T23:27:55.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heyy. o k. really really haven't been using the com for no reason now [also one of the reasons why my blog feels so strangely neglected]. i really really only use it for homework. this is the first time since school reopened that i'm using the com. and only cos i had proper stuff to do just now. and i am done. and i have finished all the homework our teachers have kindly bestowed on us [er dotses</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/107348876821524707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/107348876821524707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodredamethyst7.blogspot.com/index.html#107348876821524707' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085589.post-107271022252917967</id><published>2003-12-29T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T23:03:59.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well i'm back. again.and i hate all of them. again. if you're reading this it's not you. they don't know i have a blog. which is quite good i suppose. they probably don't even notice my existence. fine so i'm transparent. whatever. was quite pissed at them. just less than an hour ago. somewhat cooled down. already. i'm a nice person to be mean to isn't it. fine. so you all love it. have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/107271022252917967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/107271022252917967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodredamethyst7.blogspot.com/index.html#107271022252917967' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085589.post-107268135282864078</id><published>2003-12-29T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T15:03:41.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sleepyz..... sighz... i'm bored and am falling asleep cos i'm bored. i know i know... i just blogged a few seconds ago or something... but then i'm bored now. crapping to fill up space, fill up time etc etc. i'm so bored i'm trying to close my eyes and type with one hand crossed over the other :(. i see a lot of typo errors whenever i open my eyes to check. i'm pretending not to see it. later can</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/107268135282864078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/107268135282864078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodredamethyst7.blogspot.com/index.html#107268135282864078' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085589.post-107268044165299447</id><published>2003-12-29T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T14:51:38.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heh i've decided that i have lost that stupid chinese book *frowns*. good riddance to bad rubbish anyway. heex. but then i have to find some way to bring a BOOK to class whichever time we're having the kao cha [hmm... that's a bit hard... since half the people i've asked have lost theirs too... let's say half our batch loses the book... 11 books is a little little to go around... :(] hehe. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/107268044165299447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/107268044165299447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodredamethyst7.blogspot.com/index.html#107268044165299447' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085589.post-107231939026785204</id><published>2003-12-25T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-25T10:30:06.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh. forgot to say that we rearranged the love triangle into a love square :D. heh. so guys don't crush guys and girls don't crush girls :). hehe. it's funny. merry christmas everyone! :). well yeah merry christmas. eyeballs thanks for the christmas present :). my head hurts :(. maybe i'm getting sick like soph :P. maybe i can be sick until like feb or something then i will have more time to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/107231939026785204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/107231939026785204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodredamethyst7.blogspot.com/index.html#107231939026785204' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085589.post-107228043757106488</id><published>2003-12-24T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T23:40:53.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>don't see why my mom didn't let me stay over. i was very angry with her. and i was angry at the fact that she didn't bother to explain why. she just said no. no. she could at least have offered an explanation. i was just filled with this sense of injustice being done to me. she could have just explained. sb outing was fun :). eyeballs is a chao good blades teacher man... mable and her pulled me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/107228043757106488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/107228043757106488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodredamethyst7.blogspot.com/index.html#107228043757106488' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085589.post-107210336111199863</id><published>2003-12-22T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T22:29:36.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>decided to go for an sb outing on christmas eve. hope soph can come. haven't been able to contact her. or sth. we even got the whole thing planned out :). hehe. going to school tmr :). so i can get aleathea :). haven't practice for two days :(. but i couldn't bring aleathea home on saturday. it was raining :(. then today i couldn't wake up &gt;|. heex. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/107210336111199863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/107210336111199863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodredamethyst7.blogspot.com/index.html#107210336111199863' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085589.post-107196878277962271</id><published>2003-12-21T09:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T09:06:37.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Been very bored at home nowadays. Now that i always bring my instru home, i don't have an excuse to go to school anymore :(. so i decided to keep my instru back in :D. haha. then my mom will have to bring me to school. heex. woke up at six plus today. feel very energetic now :). ok fine. it's cos i slept at eleven :(. hmph. haha. whatever. boreded. i don't have my instru with me. now i don't know</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/107196878277962271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/107196878277962271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodredamethyst7.blogspot.com/index.html#107196878277962271' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085589.post-107146853729687118</id><published>2003-12-15T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T14:11:56.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tired. i want to sleep, but can't get into the mood to. i want to use the com, but there's nothing to do. i am bored but feel perfectly fine about it. my life is a pile of contradictions. whatever. look. nice? my sister did it for me :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/107146853729687118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/107146853729687118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodredamethyst7.blogspot.com/index.html#107146853729687118' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085589.post-107141435376381646</id><published>2003-12-14T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T23:06:07.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i hate myself. i'm getting more and more frustrated at stuff and i cry easily. i almost cried yesterday. i just couldn't believe i was wasting another day. but i waited longer for someone to come. emmaline and yiqing were sleeping or something. they like refused to reply to my smses asking for their numbers. i was just generally damn irritated with myself and everyone in the world. i was already </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/107141435376381646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/107141435376381646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodredamethyst7.blogspot.com/index.html#107141435376381646' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085589.post-107105899795499643</id><published>2003-12-10T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T20:30:57.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heex. section chalet was. cool, i guess. everybody went to sleep so early on the first night &gt;|. i was how bored can. and i couldn't sleep. then i decided to go and bathe. then after that i was STILL bored. so i played bridge with piglet and two dummies. and lots of other spasticated games. with PIGLET. finally i was SO bored i started feeling sleepy and went to sleep. at 3 plus. then i woke up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/107105899795499643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/107105899795499643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodredamethyst7.blogspot.com/index.html#107105899795499643' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085589.post-107078625034240419</id><published>2003-12-07T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T16:37:41.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oops... but still... i bet they all knew already... and don't use my full name *cries*... you know perfectly well i don't like my chinese name :(. still can't help feeling they had a happier and nicer inunion than us cos we went to screw it up... if only we could turn time back... but there's no such thing to help us... just stuck with what we have done and what we could have avoided doing. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/107078625034240419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/107078625034240419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodredamethyst7.blogspot.com/index.html#107078625034240419' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085589.post-107062055483983335</id><published>2003-12-05T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T18:36:05.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh guess what. i cleverly chipped my reed (badly) yesterday. like two days before inunion. and right when fengyi was taking us. and it's really unusable anymore. the whole thing is bent everywhere and chipped into a million pieces. no sound comes out when i use it. cos my clarinet was a bit stuckish so i shook it. then there was like two bars rest in merry [not very long...] so i took the chance </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/107062055483983335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/107062055483983335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodredamethyst7.blogspot.com/index.html#107062055483983335' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085589.post-107028337729604604</id><published>2003-12-01T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T20:56:26.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haha :D. aleathea is ok again :D. just before inunion too :D. i have just enough time to get used to using aleathea again :). oh emm and i were feeling nice that day so we bought mood rings for our whole sb :). it's so fun and so amusing to watch is change colour. my mom's hands are very cold. when i asked her to put it on that day, the ring changed to its coldest colour :P. as in the colour it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/107028337729604604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/107028337729604604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodredamethyst7.blogspot.com/index.html#107028337729604604' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085589.post-107001285040862593</id><published>2003-11-28T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-28T17:47:39.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haha. playing bridge on the roof is so fun. it's like cool. and you can see ALL around you. :). there's this building near the school i like :). eyeballs likes another one cos she thinks it looks like a castle [so she thinks...]. then it started raining so we had to go back down :P. then we played cards a lot. we tried bridge with 4 dummies :D. even better than that day when we had three dummies </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/107001285040862593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/107001285040862593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodredamethyst7.blogspot.com/index.html#107001285040862593' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085589.post-106958474548706849</id><published>2003-11-23T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T18:52:32.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm like how bored. as i have been for the whole day. and i'm sick of all the games on my com. how boring life can get, when you have nothing worth doing nowadays...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/106958474548706849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/106958474548706849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodredamethyst7.blogspot.com/index.html#106958474548706849' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085589.post-106950631579537408</id><published>2003-11-22T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T21:05:23.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haiz. was very tired today. still couldn't wake up in the morning, despite the extraordinary amount of sleep i got yesterday [more than 9 hours!]. i almost wished i would just drop dead then i wouldn't have to get up. i would actually willingly sleep my life away if there wasn't the things to look forward to. and if my mom would let me :P. heex. k. spring cleaning was kind of sad, cos there was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/106950631579537408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/106950631579537408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodredamethyst7.blogspot.com/index.html#106950631579537408' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085589.post-106939670911571616</id><published>2003-11-21T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T14:39:44.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dang. slept in today and woke up with a headache. and my eyes ache too. and i'm still tired. i want to go back to sleep but then my headache will get worse if i go and sleep now. and i can't sleep anyway. tragication. my whole day will be upside down. and i'm already missing my clarinet. heex :(. speaking of clarinets, wonder when aleathea will come back :(. the repairman should hurry up :(. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/106939670911571616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/106939670911571616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodredamethyst7.blogspot.com/index.html#106939670911571616' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085589.post-106933314450938449</id><published>2003-11-20T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T20:59:10.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there are things people do that make them regret for the rest of their lives. they know they will regret it but do it all the same. like how brainless. but there are always the few people who are not able to control themselves and would much rather have the now convenience than the tomorrow happiness. it's like so me. i won't be able to stop myself even though i know it will bring me a whole lot </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/106933314450938449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/106933314450938449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodredamethyst7.blogspot.com/index.html#106933314450938449' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085589.post-106899416635327424</id><published>2003-11-16T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T22:49:27.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just an additional thought. why do people keep thinking ahead. it's like tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow what about today. it's so. practical. personally i like to think about yesterday :P. all the things that happened and could have happened. all the things that you did and did not do. well it's nice to be thinking about yesterday. it means you're not in a hurry to do anything at the moment!  heex. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/106899416635327424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/106899416635327424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodredamethyst7.blogspot.com/index.html#106899416635327424' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085589.post-106934144763381428</id><published>2003-11-16T22:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T23:17:34.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heex spent the whole day on my new layout. something totally maddening happened. i was almost done when i don't know why when once i published again to see the effects, my whole design was missing and there was this thing about someone complaining about the australian government or something. then when i went back to my templates page to see what had happened to my html, i saw my whole page </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/106934144763381428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085589/posts/default/106934144763381428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodredamethyst7.blogspot.com/index.html#106934144763381428' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' 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