<?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-934893164439850558</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:03:08.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet revenge</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotsexymamas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934893164439850558/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotsexymamas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>hotsexymamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314840951021595024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934893164439850558.post-2105187360191189731</id><published>2007-09-28T21:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T22:01:28.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This blog is closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Samaria's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; blog at &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/failedchemistry"&gt;www.xanga.com/failedchemistry&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ryan Sean's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; blog at &lt;a href="http://www.ryansflores.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.ryansflores.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rae's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; blog is private.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934893164439850558-2105187360191189731?l=hotsexymamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotsexymamas.blogspot.com/feeds/2105187360191189731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934893164439850558&amp;postID=2105187360191189731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934893164439850558/posts/default/2105187360191189731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934893164439850558/posts/default/2105187360191189731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotsexymamas.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-blog-is-closed.html' title=''/><author><name>hotsexymamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314840951021595024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-934893164439850558.post-5223548758191110781</id><published>2007-04-26T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T22:09:17.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel obligated to post something here. I desperately want to get back into the mood of blogging, but I'm feeling a bit off. I think maybe I need something to inspire me. Enough of the small talk, I'm going to watch Jeopardy! (the exclamation mark is part of the name). I have a thousand word essay due tomorrow on whether Abortion was ethical. And I haven't started. Do you know what this means? Another late night with Mae blasting through my speakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, Hui Buh was a good movie. Even though it was rated G, it was a really good movie, worth my $10. Haha Plus it was in German. All films like that are predictable, but in German, everything is different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With any luck, I will post up the pictures from Athletics. It took me over 3 hours to load all the pictures, but now I have something on my photobucket. Ask me for the link, or the password if you just want to see the pictures. I don't know why you'd like to do that, but hey! you guys are queer. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Rae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh oh and if the two of you decide to write something, and see that there is something called Define, and something called Sweet Revenge. Choose the latter. I will tell you about project: define love soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934893164439850558-5223548758191110781?l=hotsexymamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotsexymamas.blogspot.com/feeds/5223548758191110781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934893164439850558&amp;postID=5223548758191110781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934893164439850558/posts/default/5223548758191110781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934893164439850558/posts/default/5223548758191110781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotsexymamas.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-feel-obligated-to-post-something-here.html' title=''/><author><name>hotsexymamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314840951021595024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-934893164439850558.post-8873124135971404838</id><published>2007-04-14T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T22:09:17.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>--</title><content type='html'>I haven't been here in ages, and I'm sorry. It's a bit disappointing that all three of us haven't touched it but still manage to know what's going on with each other. Well, not so much lately, internet's been down on me, and the other two.. Hmm maybe school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Sean, keep me updated with everything through Email. School's in 2 days and I don't think  I will have the time to entertain our Skype whims. Hours of talking would not help me pass Math!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok you know what, I don't think I'd want to blog here anymore.. I'm getting hella lazy. Since I got my camera back, I'll just post on pictures? We'll see. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND BOTH OF YOU OUGHT TO BE DAMN PROUD OF ME! I WORE A DRESS OUT OK! AND TIED MY HAIR BACK WITH HUGE ASS SUNFLOWERS AS EARRINGS AND WENT OUT! HAHA I BET MY GRANDMA THINKS I WENT ON A DATE! YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN HER FACE! WAH CLASSIC! HAHA I WILL POST IT UP EVENTUALLY:D:D BE PROUD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934893164439850558-8873124135971404838?l=hotsexymamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotsexymamas.blogspot.com/feeds/8873124135971404838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934893164439850558&amp;postID=8873124135971404838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934893164439850558/posts/default/8873124135971404838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934893164439850558/posts/default/8873124135971404838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotsexymamas.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title='--'/><author><name>hotsexymamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314840951021595024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-934893164439850558.post-149349904377058181</id><published>2007-04-07T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T22:09:17.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EASTER IS HERE</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050627882299055282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvzGLaNP2C0/RhdvTLEeXLI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/wW7dJPnl9Js/s320/IMG_2568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xvzGLaNP2C0/RhdvkrEeXMI/AAAAAAAAAFY/b8eAwUVwL1U/s1600-h/IMG_2567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050628182946766018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xvzGLaNP2C0/RhdvkrEeXMI/AAAAAAAAAFY/b8eAwUVwL1U/s320/IMG_2567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;EASTER IS HERE!!!! Easter is always a happy occasion. On Easter weekend, it's double holiday!!! Good Friday, then two days later it's Easter!!! Well, it sucks that our easter holiday here in Singapore is only 1 day. In England, it's 3 weeks!!! What an impossibly big difference. ARGH!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, church was AWESOME!! As seen in the pictures above... The guy glaring at the camera is my filipino cousin, Renier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG, the Easter drama production was so cool!! My chinese cousin matheus acted as one of the people in the crowd. It was hilarious watching him! THe 2 coolest things about the drama, was of course, Satan, and the cruxifiction scene, just like every other year. Okay fine it's sad to see Jesus getting nailed and hung on the cross but it's so cool how they act it out realistically. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Satan was so cool coz he carried a &lt;strong&gt;live python on stage! &lt;/strong&gt;THe satan actor handled it so professionally! He kept pointing the python's head at Jesus when he was talking to Jesus. I was wondering if the snake would become agitated and start attacking the actors on stage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I was kinda disappointed with the hell scene. Last year's hell scene was scarier, as scary as JU-ON and all those other horror movies! There were 'demons' all over the place and they kept screaming and screaming when Jesus appeared. All the demon actors had such convincing goth make-up on them, they looked so demonic. So freaky lah. It was like really in hell. It's so scary to know that the real hell is so much worst than that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dance performance with my 'crew', EUPHORIA, is coming up in a week!! Bleah. I'm really &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lousy, and I gotta practice so much more! THis is a video of us practicing... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xBQ4J7YByj0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xBQ4J7YByj0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ryan Sean&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934893164439850558-149349904377058181?l=hotsexymamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotsexymamas.blogspot.com/feeds/149349904377058181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934893164439850558&amp;postID=149349904377058181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934893164439850558/posts/default/149349904377058181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934893164439850558/posts/default/149349904377058181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotsexymamas.blogspot.com/2007/04/easter-is-here.html' title='EASTER IS HERE'/><author><name>hotsexymamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314840951021595024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvzGLaNP2C0/RhdvTLEeXLI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/wW7dJPnl9Js/s72-c/IMG_2568.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934893164439850558.post-3322012036877706466</id><published>2007-04-02T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T22:09:17.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll Be All That I Need, Always</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvzGLaNP2C0/RhD8Va88EAI/AAAAAAAAAFA/FJQD0i6_Odk/s1600-h/441766819_ae555ab22f_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvzGLaNP2C0/RhD8Va88EAI/AAAAAAAAAFA/FJQD0i6_Odk/s200/441766819_ae555ab22f_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048812627224694786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvzGLaNP2C0/RhD8VK88D-I/AAAAAAAAAEw/jvQTwTo6GIw/s1600-h/441766522_feaecc5bf2_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvzGLaNP2C0/RhD8VK88D-I/AAAAAAAAAEw/jvQTwTo6GIw/s200/441766522_feaecc5bf2_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048812622929727458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The exchange program held at Henderson Secondary turned out to be quite good actually, probably because we weren't forced to mingle and make conversation with strangers. All we did was warm up together and performed for the other Choirs as they listened. Every school took a turn. There were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beatty Secondary School&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bishan Park Secondary&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bowen Secondary School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chai Chee Secondary School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;First Toa Payoh Secondary&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Henderson Secondary School&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;North Vista Secondary School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Unity Secondary School&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;.. And my school of course, Serangoon Garden Secondary School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvzGLaNP2C0/RhD8VK88D_I/AAAAAAAAAE4/GMQ0wijDJu8/s1600-h/441766600_54ee472eea_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvzGLaNP2C0/RhD8VK88D_I/AAAAAAAAAE4/GMQ0wijDJu8/s200/441766600_54ee472eea_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048812622929727474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were the smallest Choir there and we were all shivering in thought as we wondered about how we were gonna sound big and compete with all the 90-strong Choirs like Bowen and Henderson around us. Surprisingly, we were complimented on sounding strong and full for a Choir our size. It was great news for us and we were all so relieved after hearing that.&lt;br /&gt;Leeyen was there too! We kept messaging each other during the program. Her Choir was quite good too! They had good melody and balance, I felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xvzGLaNP2C0/RhD_a688EBI/AAAAAAAAAFI/nsaVqIK1A2A/s1600-h/Image231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xvzGLaNP2C0/RhD_a688EBI/AAAAAAAAAFI/nsaVqIK1A2A/s320/Image231.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048816020248858642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, anyway, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Qing Ming Jie&lt;/span&gt; before that was pretty cool too, except for the fact that I had to wake up at 6AM in the wee hours of the morning. I didn't really fancy meeting my relatives either, but we didn't talk too, so yeah. We created the massive bonfire with all the joss paper and incense and hell notes and paper-what-nots. I do hope my grandmother does actually receive all of that, because we're really just creating pollution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been slacking off a lot lately. But here I'll still carry on and introduce to you some nice films I've caught recently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Happy Birthday (Chinese)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Little Miss Sunshine (English)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stranger Than Fiction (English)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Crying Out Love, In The Centre Of The World (Japanese)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thirteen (English)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Big Fish (English)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Forever Fever (English -Local)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Niceeee to waaaaaatch! Okay, time to shower and possibly do homework!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Samaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934893164439850558-3322012036877706466?l=hotsexymamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotsexymamas.blogspot.com/feeds/3322012036877706466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934893164439850558&amp;postID=3322012036877706466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934893164439850558/posts/default/3322012036877706466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934893164439850558/posts/default/3322012036877706466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotsexymamas.blogspot.com/2007/04/youll-be-all-that-i-need-always.html' title='You&apos;ll Be All That I Need, Always'/><author><name>hotsexymamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314840951021595024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvzGLaNP2C0/RhD8Va88EAI/AAAAAAAAAFA/FJQD0i6_Odk/s72-c/441766819_ae555ab22f_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934893164439850558.post-2568055369199942278</id><published>2007-03-31T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T22:09:17.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DIZZY - GOO GOO DOLLS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cwtv.com/thecw/gen-gallery-antm-models/1/images/c/0001/cw-antm-brittany-container_004576-7705a3-500x667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.cwtv.com/thecw/gen-gallery-antm-models/1/images/c/0001/cw-antm-brittany-container_004576-7705a3-500x667.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For Philosophy will not save you from a parking ticket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Four Eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a fairly long post, it seems that it didn't go through. Maybe the content was too "odd."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it seems that it is not fated to reveal it thus I shall not repeat myself. And it's also because I am lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I am currently on my 2 week holiday. Yes, I am gloating Sean. But don't fret, it's filled with so many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday - Thursday: Working at Alexander Club from 9am - 5 pm as a chef.&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Pied Pipers Good Friday Appeal from 9am - 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday/Sunday: Bob Stewart uniforms + Dobson's + Queen Victoria Market from 10am - ..pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it so far. I have a lot of homework which I want to finish by the 11th of April so I can sleep in for the rest of the week. I promised myself that I will do Math for at least half an hour a day till I reach the point where I am supposed to be at in class. Yes, I must I must (increase my bust).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did terribly for Madrigal. It's not even funny. I'm not going to mention it. I'm very disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're cynical and beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;you always make a scene.&lt;br /&gt;You're monochrome delirious,&lt;br /&gt;you're nothing that you seem.&lt;br /&gt;I'm drowning in your vanity,&lt;br /&gt;your laugh is a disease,&lt;br /&gt;You know you're everything I need,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934893164439850558-2568055369199942278?l=hotsexymamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotsexymamas.blogspot.com/feeds/2568055369199942278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934893164439850558&amp;postID=2568055369199942278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934893164439850558/posts/default/2568055369199942278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934893164439850558/posts/default/2568055369199942278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotsexymamas.blogspot.com/2007/03/dizzy-goo-goo-dolls_31.html' title='DIZZY - GOO GOO DOLLS'/><author><name>hotsexymamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314840951021595024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-934893164439850558.post-340354113007354428</id><published>2007-03-22T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T22:09:17.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goth?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xvzGLaNP2C0/RgKUu-EilVI/AAAAAAAAAEc/IDpKZIDbJM0/s1600-h/HSMthree2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xvzGLaNP2C0/RgKUu-EilVI/AAAAAAAAAEc/IDpKZIDbJM0/s400/HSMthree2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044758067265312082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHAHAHAAHAHHAA I think this NeoPrint is priceless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934893164439850558-340354113007354428?l=hotsexymamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotsexymamas.blogspot.com/feeds/340354113007354428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934893164439850558&amp;postID=340354113007354428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934893164439850558/posts/default/340354113007354428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934893164439850558/posts/default/340354113007354428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotsexymamas.blogspot.com/2007/03/goth.html' title='Goth?'/><author><name>hotsexymamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314840951021595024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xvzGLaNP2C0/RgKUu-EilVI/AAAAAAAAAEc/IDpKZIDbJM0/s72-c/HSMthree2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934893164439850558.post-2284392454496599088</id><published>2007-03-17T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T22:09:17.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK TO REALITY</title><content type='html'>OH MAN. SCHOOL IS COMING. ONE MORE DAY. OH NO OH NO OH NO. TEN MORE WEEKS TILL THE NEXT HOLIDAY!!!!! Sigh. I haven't finished my homework. And I haven't studied for my two tests. I'm sooooo dead. Samaria, how's your homework coming along? I bet Rae's laughing her head off reading this post. She has a two week holiday coming very soon. ARGH!!! Let's skype tomorrow!!! Let Sunday be our official skype day! Haha. Maybe at around 3pm SG time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope school will be as good as the first term. The first term was fun. But we're gonna have much less holidays this term. SIGH. I need to go to school with a good and hardworking attitude. I don't wanna fail my IGCSE!!! I MUST NOT. My 2 sisters and cousins got 11, 10, 8, and 10 points for their Os. If I get 12 and above, I'll totally break the record. I can't. I already broke the record for PSLE when I failed it. Gotta study hard! Samaria, let's aim for 6 points!!! woohoo!!! We're smart and we can do it!!! Hahahaha. Need to do my homework now. SO MUCH TO DO.    bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ryan Sean&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934893164439850558-2284392454496599088?l=hotsexymamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotsexymamas.blogspot.com/feeds/2284392454496599088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934893164439850558&amp;postID=2284392454496599088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934893164439850558/posts/default/2284392454496599088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934893164439850558/posts/default/2284392454496599088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotsexymamas.blogspot.com/2007/03/back-to-reality.html' title='BACK TO REALITY'/><author><name>hotsexymamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314840951021595024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-934893164439850558.post-5529495669480106893</id><published>2007-03-16T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T22:09:17.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANSWERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;to rae and samaria:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well, I obviously live for God, and God alone. And the word 'god' can get quite sickening when bad things happen eg. deaths, family problems, relationships... Espcially as a Christian. We sing about the greatness of God in church, we read the Bible about how God is so good, about how He is so powerful. Then... WHERE WAS GOD WHEN THAT GIRL IN THE NEWS WAS BEING RAPED?! WHERE IS GOD WHEN SAMARIA'S FAMILY IS BREAKING APART?! WHERE WAS GOD WHEN RAE JUST NEEDED TO KNOW THAT SOMEONE CARED?! What happened to the God I've been singing about? What happened to the God who promised peace and joy? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But I can still say that &lt;strong&gt;God is good&lt;/strong&gt;. It's just like this. Althought there's a God that is good, there's a devil that is bad. And bad things do happen to good people. THat's coz we live in a broken down world, full of sin and imperfection. And bad things is not the work of God, but of the devil. It's not that God caused all these to happen. We humans are the ones who sin and give in to the devil's temptations. It's true that it's not our fault that many bad things happen to us. God knows that, and He didn't leave us to suffer. God came down to the earth as a man, Jesus, so that He could relate to us personally. He knows what it feels like when we go through temptations and trials, because He went through them as a man. God is good. He doesn't enjoy himself in heaven while we're suffering down here, but He tries to help us. He loves each and everyone of us so much. He died for us so that we can be reconciled back to Him after being seperated from Him by sin. He didn't just create us for fun, but He gave us a purpose to live, whether it's to become a singer who'll touch lives with music, or a businessman who'll provide for the poor, each of us are created for something special. God is our Father, and He treasures the relationship He has with us, his children. He's a perfect Father, and loves us to death. He doesn't let bad things have the last say. Although things may be rough in life, but God promised that He'd make things better. And unless we understand how much He loves and and how much He wants to help us, we'll never let God do the work in our life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just last week, an american pastor came to my church to preach. His story and teachings changed my outlook on life and God, totally. He was sexually violated by a step-FATHER, his alchholic mom died when he was a child, and his real father sent him away after his mom's death. Because of this kind of upbringing, he grew up unnutured and insecure, not knowing how to love. Then he discovered homosexuality, and became one because he felt like he was supposed to be one and felt accepted by them. However, he gave homosexuality when he found God, because he found true love and acceptance. He didn't have to go to bed to find love anymore. He mentioned that Christians like to say 'come to God and He'll work it out', but having our sins and past forgiven wouldn't cause the bad and hurtful memories to go away. It takes lots of time to get over it. And God doesn't make us just try to bury our past and our feelings and move on instantly, but He knows that we also have issuses we have to deal with, and helps us. He mentioned also that it isn't like ' I am bad, God is mad'. God looks beyond our sin and see why we sin instead of what we did wrong. He also said that people don't doubt the existance of God, but they doubt the character of God. And if God allows such bad things to happen, who would wanna believe in Him? The thing is that, God doesn't let tragedy have the last say. He is the one who changes bad situations back to good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I don't experience as many family problems and financial problems as the both of you do, but it's just because God has turned life around for my parents who chose to trust in Him which is why I have such a good life. My mom's dad died when she was a teen, and had to take care of 3 younger siblings while her mom was at work. She didn't get along well with her siblings. My dad used to be rich as a child, but his dad gambled away all their money and was always out gambling, when the family at home had so little that they had to worry if they had enough money to buy food. Being the oldest, my dad had to take care of 7-8 younger siblings when his mom was at work. Both my parents had hard lives because of family and financial problems. It was hard for them to actually imagine family life with much joy because of what they'd gone through. But they both found God at a point of time in their lives and trusted that he would create a new and joyful family life for them when they got married. And I am just blessed to be part of God's work for my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to promote Christianity. Christianity isn't even a religion to me, performing rituals or attending religious ceremonies (going to church) in case God gets angry with me and gives me bad luck or whatever. It's about knowing a God who cares and loves me, my family, and my friends. It's about knowing a God who's real, and who has revealed himself to me.To me, God isn't a theory or a fantasy to study and read about anymore. He's a God to experience and to serve. Jesus didn't just die on the cross just so that we could go to heaven when we die. He died and resurrected so that we could have hope in this horrible, meaningless life. He shows us that he has the power to resurrect our financial situation, our family life, our dreams. A hope from our heavenly father that things don't always have to be meaningless and yet hard. Life could mean so much more. And being a good friend of both of you, I just wanna share with you this love, hope and joy that I've found and can experience in this lifetime. I don't have to wait to go to heaven to experience it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ryan Sean&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934893164439850558-5529495669480106893?l=hotsexymamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotsexymamas.blogspot.com/feeds/5529495669480106893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934893164439850558&amp;postID=5529495669480106893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934893164439850558/posts/default/5529495669480106893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934893164439850558/posts/default/5529495669480106893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotsexymamas.blogspot.com/2007/03/answers.html' title='ANSWERS'/><author><name>hotsexymamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314840951021595024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-934893164439850558.post-3036371213834512385</id><published>2007-03-16T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T22:09:17.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Title: Into The Ocean&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Blue October&lt;br /&gt;Album: Foiled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a normal boy&lt;br /&gt;That sank when I fell overboard&lt;br /&gt;My ship would leave the country&lt;br /&gt;But I'd rather swim ashore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a life vest I'd be stuck again&lt;br /&gt;Wish I was much more masculine&lt;br /&gt;Maybe then I could learn to swim&lt;br /&gt;Like fourteen miles away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now floating up and down&lt;br /&gt;I spin, colliding into sound&lt;br /&gt;Like whales beneath me diving down&lt;br /&gt;I'm sinking to the bottom of my&lt;br /&gt;Everything that freaks me out&lt;br /&gt;The lighthouse beam has just run out&lt;br /&gt;I'm cold as cold as cold can be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the coastguard&lt;br /&gt;I keep looking each direction&lt;br /&gt;For a spotlight, give me something&lt;br /&gt;I need something for protection&lt;br /&gt;Maybe flotsam junk will do just fine&lt;br /&gt;the jetsam sunk, I'm left behind&lt;br /&gt;I'm treading for my life believe me&lt;br /&gt;(How can I keep up this breathing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing how to think&lt;br /&gt;I scream aloud, begin to sink&lt;br /&gt;My legs and arms are broken down&lt;br /&gt;With envy for the solid ground&lt;br /&gt;I'm reaching for the life within me&lt;br /&gt;How can one man stop his ending&lt;br /&gt;I thought of just your face&lt;br /&gt;Relaxed, and floated into space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now waking to the sun&lt;br /&gt;I calculate what I had done&lt;br /&gt;Like jumping from the bow (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Just to prove I knew how (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;It's midnight's late reminder of&lt;br /&gt;The loss of her, the one I love&lt;br /&gt;My will to quickly end it all&lt;br /&gt;Set front row in my need to fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to swim away but don't know how&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it feels just like I'm falling in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Let the waves up take me down&lt;br /&gt;Let the hurricane set in motion (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Let the rain of what I feel right now, come down&lt;br /&gt;Let the rain come down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into the ocean (goodbye), end it all (goodbye)&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's the March holidays and I'm nowhere near relaxing. It's been classes almost everyday and my week is completely exhausted. Maybe I'm just not managing my time well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking a lot about him and it really just gets me down. It should have been somewhat non-existent now. I've got so many reasons to be happy with my singlehood, yet so many reasons to be bitter and regret about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not using time productively. But I still get rather tired from each and everyday without having done anything much. Greatness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought about your reason for living? Like, what you're here for and who or what you're living for? I have, and I didn't find an answer to it. It makes me really wonder what I'm here for.&lt;br /&gt;I've thought about religion, thinking that maybe having a religion sort of gives you a reason to live. For example, Sean is living for God. His God, his Jesus, his saviour or whatever. He has a reason to live. I don't know about Rae, I hope she'll answer this though.&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing, and no one to live for.&lt;br /&gt;Having a religion might get me some answers but I'm not too keen on suddenly having a faith, and one only to find my reason to live too. Seems bogus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this has no offense on anyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so this week I had and will be having:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Monday - Post 49 days prayer for my grandfather&lt;/span&gt;/Social Studies extra class/Choir camp day 1/&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;shopping with my sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tuesday - Biology extra class&lt;/span&gt;/Choir camp day 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wednesday - Mathematics extra class&lt;/span&gt;/Chemistry extra class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Thursday - Mathematics extra class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;It seems indifferent from having school. (In &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; are those I actually attended and in &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;grey&lt;/span&gt; are those which haven't occurred)&lt;br /&gt;These are holiday homework assignments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Physics revision schedule; questions from TYS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chinese worksheets; a thick stapled stack&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chinese 'gong(?) he tian kong' workbook; unit 1-6&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;E Mathematics revision questions; from TYS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;That's about it I guess. I have to do serious filing work too because they principal and vice wants to check our files and books. Ugh, stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stuff are all over the place and so messy! Can't stand it. shall pack up things nicely too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of shopping with my sister, boy, can my sister shop &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. She is like some impulsive shopper when she has money to spend and she only occasionally worries about her bank balance. Actually, she does worry about it quite often, but not often enough to make the impression that she really is worried. all in all, she bought a lot of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gained weight. I really have gotten fat. Just yesterday, I wore simply a tee and some tight-fitting jeans (in picture above). I came back home and my sister saw me in her jeans (we share clothes) and she looked aghast. As in really horrified. She ended up blurting out, "Do I wear the jeans the same way as Jia?" I felt slightly insecure by that comment and asked, "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because you look so.. fat in it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WAHLAO&lt;/span&gt; I SWEAR I WANTED TO DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is true &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. I have become meatier, pudgy and un-toned. Have to start some exercise regime. I'm not able to diet because I refuse to and it disrupts my metabolic rate so exercise is the only way out I guess. But I will snack less too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a girl, or human for that matter, isn't easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember squeezing into those jeans too (in picture above), which I never ever had to try that hard to. I am petrified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this strange feeling that I am destined to remain the same pudgy girl for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have this strange but very surreal feeling that I will not be able to get in VJC (its aggregate is 6 points). And my sister made SAJC sound very.. loser-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid of living and growing old. I don't ever want to face problems/troubles with finance or with my ideal career search.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvzGLaNP2C0/Rff0BCeKI9I/AAAAAAAAAEU/77QsMoHdWAM/s1600-h/DSC01023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvzGLaNP2C0/Rff0BCeKI9I/AAAAAAAAAEU/77QsMoHdWAM/s200/DSC01023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041766606544970706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, to break things into a lighter note, I saw this really cute guy yesterday while June and I were studying at Wheelock Place's Coffee Bean &amp;amp; Tea Leaf. He was studying too, and he made the girl he was studying with seem so dumb (and she's not) when he taught her A Math! I was awed. He is not only cute, but smart. And his concentration skills are amazing. And he is quite nice too! Just from appearance. But you know how easily I'm swayed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934893164439850558-5078157115511252488?l=hotsexymamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotsexymamas.blogspot.com/feeds/5078157115511252488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934893164439850558&amp;postID=5078157115511252488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934893164439850558/posts/default/5078157115511252488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934893164439850558/posts/default/5078157115511252488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotsexymamas.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-am-scared-of-living.html' title='I Am Scared Of Living.'/><author><name>hotsexymamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314840951021595024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvzGLaNP2C0/Rff0AyeKI8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/6QNeJuLQkcg/s72-c/DSC01017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934893164439850558.post-8334965220754050161</id><published>2007-03-13T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T22:09:17.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TUESDAY</title><content type='html'>I'm soooo exhausted right now. I had dance for four hours today. It was so... sucky. It's the worst dance session ever. I was so blur and slow and got scolded so much. But oh well, I learnt A LOT and that's what matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched the prestige just now. Such a good movie! I like to watch HEROES but it's too slow moving. Interesting, but boring after awhile. I was watching an episode on the net just now. But when I realised that the end of the story wouldn't come even on the last episode, I gave up totally. It's just like watching LOST. You just watch it to know what happens at the end but the end never comes. So it's not nice to watch. Shows like OC and 24 are fine without an ending. 24 is SO fast moving, and the OC is just a brainless bimbo show which is watched to stare at hot people (and so is laguna beach and one tree hill).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rae, Samaria, how're the two of you? When are you free to conference? I'm free on wednesday and friday in the afternoon. Let's skype soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have SO MUCH homework and tests to study for, it's so crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I have nothing to write about anymore. My holiday is pretty boring but I'm GLAD that there's no school. I'M LOVING IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ryan Sean&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934893164439850558-8334965220754050161?l=hotsexymamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotsexymamas.blogspot.com/feeds/8334965220754050161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934893164439850558&amp;postID=8334965220754050161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934893164439850558/posts/default/8334965220754050161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934893164439850558/posts/default/8334965220754050161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotsexymamas.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-day.html' title='TUESDAY'/><author><name>hotsexymamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314840951021595024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-934893164439850558.post-53368168330428504</id><published>2007-03-11T03:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T22:09:17.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters Or A Postcard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvzGLaNP2C0/RfO4aCeKI5I/AAAAAAAAAD0/rn-pADw-zM8/s1600-h/Image261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvzGLaNP2C0/RfO4aCeKI5I/AAAAAAAAAD0/rn-pADw-zM8/s320/Image261.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040575165437191058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with Sean on Friday. And it was so hot and sunny, we were practically melting!! Damn hot lah! Nonetheless, I finally collected the stuff from Rae. The shoes fit perfectly! But the top.. I really don't know what I'm going to do about it. Maybe taking a third look at it will prove to be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went our separate ways after that and I made my way home, only to discover to be locked out. I waited about 25 minutes before my aunties came back. I showered, got ready and left the house for steamboat/BBQ at Marina Bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite okay, but definitely not value for money. $12 for buffet style BBQ thingy. But in a really smokey and non-air-conditioned place. Had a good time. The guys cooked for us girls as we brought all the meat for them to fry about the horrible oil-splattering pan. But not bad lah!&lt;br /&gt;We played pool after that (good thing I didn't pay, waste of money) and took photos and blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;I reached home all sticky and smoked, only to receive attitude from my sister.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever beaver. My sister and my second brother have been annoying me like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;siao&lt;/span&gt; and I seriously couldn't care less if they went out smoking, taking drugs, committing arson or murder. I just hate hate hate seeing some stupid f-ed up face with the person showing me some ass attitude. Run away from home if you hate being in this family so much lah okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAWR&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Malaysia um, yesterday and got my spectacles done! I really have to take good care of them now to avoid another trip to the optician. Getting a bit monotonous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, hectic March Holiday week ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Samaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934893164439850558-53368168330428504?l=hotsexymamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotsexymamas.blogspot.com/feeds/53368168330428504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934893164439850558&amp;postID=53368168330428504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934893164439850558/posts/default/53368168330428504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934893164439850558/posts/default/53368168330428504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotsexymamas.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-met-up-with-sean-on-friday.html' title='Letters Or A Postcard'/><author><name>hotsexymamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314840951021595024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvzGLaNP2C0/RfO4aCeKI5I/AAAAAAAAAD0/rn-pADw-zM8/s72-c/Image261.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934893164439850558.post-8248294551632137319</id><published>2007-03-09T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T22:09:17.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!</title><content type='html'>Oh man... I just missed it. It's 12.14am now... Just 15 mins ago, it was still the 8th of march, and it was Rachel's (hot) and Mon's birthday. So, I just wanna say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY 16th BIRTHDAY TO RACHEL,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; HAPPY 17th BIRTHDAY TO MON!!!:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ryan Sean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934893164439850558-8248294551632137319?l=hotsexymamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotsexymamas.blogspot.com/feeds/8248294551632137319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934893164439850558&amp;postID=8248294551632137319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934893164439850558/posts/default/8248294551632137319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934893164439850558/posts/default/8248294551632137319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotsexymamas.blogspot.com/2007/03/happy-birthday.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!'/><author><name>hotsexymamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314840951021595024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-934893164439850558.post-809337649288352063</id><published>2007-03-07T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T22:09:17.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 more day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvzGLaNP2C0/Re7HByUbWWI/AAAAAAAAADs/lCpF12MsEnw/s1600-h/Picture+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039183866575411554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvzGLaNP2C0/Re7HByUbWWI/AAAAAAAAADs/lCpF12MsEnw/s320/Picture+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JUST ONE MORE DAY OF BORING LESSONS, THEN IT'S THE END OF SCHOOL!!!! Yippe! For a week at least. Tomorrow is the last day of torturous lessons. We're gonna have sports day on friday, so it'll be a half day. I just got off the phone with Rae just now, after like a 2 -3 minute conversation. It was quite lame... My skype ran out of credit that I got for free and the call just randomly ended. Hahaha. Rae, we'll talk tomorrow. Try and get Samaria. Oh man. School's getting really really dreary and boring. I hope the petition to cut our EXTREMLY LONG SCHOOL HOURS will be a success. Tabbi, thank you so much for your help. Sigh I'm just really bored and I've got lots of chem and chinese homeowork to do and I don't really wanna do it but I really have to if not my teachers will kill me so i better go now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ryan Sean&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934893164439850558-809337649288352063?l=hotsexymamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotsexymamas.blogspot.com/feeds/809337649288352063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934893164439850558&amp;postID=809337649288352063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934893164439850558/posts/default/809337649288352063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934893164439850558/posts/default/809337649288352063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotsexymamas.blogspot.com/2007/03/1-more-day.html' title='1 more day'/><author><name>hotsexymamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314840951021595024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvzGLaNP2C0/Re7HByUbWWI/AAAAAAAAADs/lCpF12MsEnw/s72-c/Picture+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934893164439850558.post-1679937914381565616</id><published>2007-03-05T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T22:09:17.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SICK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvzGLaNP2C0/Rev738lXTRI/AAAAAAAAADk/munO1TK3ON8/s1600-h/hehehe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038397546718252306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvzGLaNP2C0/Rev738lXTRI/AAAAAAAAADk/munO1TK3ON8/s320/hehehe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                              &lt;em&gt;nicole mah and i&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bleah. THe performance at the Orchard Hotel was so.... crappy. THe mics were really lousy and no one could hear us singing. Hahaha. I didn't go to school today. Felt sick. Still feeling sick. GOT LOTS OF HOMEWORK TO DO. Specifically:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;English assignment&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Econs project&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chinese exam practice paper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bio practical &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;sIGH. All due by tomorrow. Well, it's my fault I left all this work till now. It was given quite a while ago. Well, I gotta run if I wanna finsh all this work. BYeeee!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ryan Sean&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934893164439850558-1679937914381565616?l=hotsexymamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotsexymamas.blogspot.com/feeds/1679937914381565616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934893164439850558&amp;postID=1679937914381565616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934893164439850558/posts/default/1679937914381565616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934893164439850558/posts/default/1679937914381565616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotsexymamas.blogspot.com/2007/03/sick.html' title='SICK'/><author><name>hotsexymamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314840951021595024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvzGLaNP2C0/Rev738lXTRI/AAAAAAAAADk/munO1TK3ON8/s72-c/hehehe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934893164439850558.post-6800013837739979587</id><published>2007-03-04T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T22:09:17.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're In My Heart, Always</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xvzGLaNP2C0/ReqDYslXTQI/AAAAAAAAADc/Brvp-wAaKok/s1600-h/msgconvo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xvzGLaNP2C0/ReqDYslXTQI/AAAAAAAAADc/Brvp-wAaKok/s320/msgconvo.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037983593475296514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was about decide on shaving my head for $500 when Rae said she'll pay me, and possibly ask Sean to chip in too. Then she said that it was for charity, and I skipped the whole idea. Heh, but I really would have if she paid me $500 to shave all my hair off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really bothered with school now so I'm leaving those updates alone. But, I shall update you, and myslf, about the homework I have for this weekend, which I am left with only half a day of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Social Studies essay Q&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chinese test (of which I got 19/50) corrections&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Chinese composition&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;E math revision test worksheet practice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Those in red are the outstanding ones. Okay, I have 2 tests on Monday too. The whole week is filled with tests. My entire March holiday week is also booked up with extra classes and most definitely, Choir practice, which I dread most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leeyen says our Choirs will be holding an exchange program at her school during the March holidays! As much as I do wanna see her again, I have classes that day and I would most probably try my best to escape practice. But I promised that I would try my best to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean's weekly schedule seems rather filled and tiring too. Rae's is quite the empty but she wants to make it full, which makes me wonder why and how she has all the spare time in her hands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I will try to update here as much as possible from now onwards.&lt;br /&gt;I have to go shower and get ready to leave for my grandparents' place. My mum just came back from her trip to the States and I hear she has gotten many stuff for us!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Samaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934893164439850558-6800013837739979587?l=hotsexymamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotsexymamas.blogspot.com/feeds/6800013837739979587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934893164439850558&amp;postID=6800013837739979587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934893164439850558/posts/default/6800013837739979587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934893164439850558/posts/default/6800013837739979587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotsexymamas.blogspot.com/2007/03/youre-in-my-heart-always.html' title='You&apos;re In My Heart, Always'/><author><name>hotsexymamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314840951021595024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xvzGLaNP2C0/ReqDYslXTQI/AAAAAAAAADc/Brvp-wAaKok/s72-c/msgconvo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934893164439850558.post-6937494337158221108</id><published>2007-03-04T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T22:09:17.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>checklist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jkcMVp5Vg/Ren_wplpJzI/AAAAAAAAAGs/wO4mdbeNeVc/s1600/best.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jkcMVp5Vg/Ren_wplpJzI/AAAAAAAAAGs/wO4mdbeNeVc/s1600/best.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jkcMVp5Vg/Ren_wplpJzI/AAAAAAAAAGs/wO4mdbeNeVc/s1600-h/best.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jkcMVp5Vg/Ren_wplpJzI/AAAAAAAAAGs/wO4mdbeNeVc/s1600-h/best.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm slowly getting used to my black hair. I think it makes me stand out more than the other people. I might always dye my hair black(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I signed up for Chinese class yesterday. I'm doing Chinese VCE unit 1 &amp;2(: And I also signed up for Piano lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things to find:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kick boxing&lt;br /&gt;Circus&lt;br /&gt;Tennis&lt;br /&gt;Violin&lt;br /&gt;Drums&lt;br /&gt;Spanish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934893164439850558-6937494337158221108?l=hotsexymamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotsexymamas.blogspot.com/feeds/6937494337158221108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934893164439850558&amp;postID=6937494337158221108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934893164439850558/posts/default/6937494337158221108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934893164439850558/posts/default/6937494337158221108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotsexymamas.blogspot.com/2007/03/checklist.html' title='checklist'/><author><name>hotsexymamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314840951021595024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jkcMVp5Vg/Ren_wplpJzI/AAAAAAAAAGs/wO4mdbeNeVc/s72-c/best.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934893164439850558.post-943171948184194228</id><published>2007-03-02T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T22:09:17.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CINDERELLA - BRITNEY SPEARS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.abstracthiphop.com/hip-hop-honeys/britney_spears_leather_jacket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.abstracthiphop.com/hip-hop-honeys/britney_spears_leather_jacket.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wake up every morning thinking that it might be my last,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've taken a big leap and went back to basic. I've got my hair dyed back to its original colour - black. Except that in the sun it's dark Indigo (says louise) and I think it's Green-ish Blue! The hairdresser said that most black dyes were blue based and she made it less blue for me because it was already very dark. I am around 5 shades darker than the average Asian. I am extremely uncomfortable with it because I have not had black hair for a really long time, and I still feel most comfortable with purple. I'm never going to bleach it again (unless I really have to). No pictures yet, but I should have some up by next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have another 8 more episodes to finish the entire collection of Will &amp;Grace! :D I am so excited! I know what's going to happen, but to see it would be so much better! Britney Spears' is also going to be on soon!! Yay! I love her! Well I don't like what she's doing now, but I believe that she would one day be saved and go back to "Oops I did it again!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For chorus I want to be a Rocker over a Mod! I want to wear my skinny Grey jeans and thigh high leather books! xD It would be awesome! Haha I could be a better Rocker than Mod!! With all my ROCK ON signs and sticking my tongue out! Whee I can't wait!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of getting my second cartilage piercing:D I think that it would look so good having 2! I might get it with Anh, Xinyu and Louise. Maybe, just maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot what I wanted to say. So I'm just going to end this entry like this. I need to get back to watching Will &amp;amp;Grace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't believe in fairy tales,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here we are with nothing but honesty,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934893164439850558-943171948184194228?l=hotsexymamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotsexymamas.blogspot.com/feeds/943171948184194228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934893164439850558&amp;postID=943171948184194228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934893164439850558/posts/default/943171948184194228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934893164439850558/posts/default/943171948184194228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotsexymamas.blogspot.com/2007/03/cinderella-britney-spears.html' title='CINDERELLA - BRITNEY SPEARS'/><author><name>hotsexymamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314840951021595024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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></feed>
