<?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-6903776</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:39:13.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Average Joe's Dairy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshmints.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshmints.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Martin Chris</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>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903776.post-110381014889686398</id><published>2004-12-23T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T21:55:48.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chalet No. 2</title><content type='html'>Ok... On Tuesday... Just got back from Hong Kong... Very tired... In the morning, woke up and play CS cos. (1) Did not play for a long time (2) Heard that Beiyang and Albert are good players, so must have last minute practise... Then played and played till 12.30... Took a bath and quickly pack my stuff... ... In a holiday suitcase... so LC.!!! Cos bag is going to spoil... Was late... Realised did not bring a lot of stuff like soap, shampoo, towel, cap, fork, spoon... ... very -_-'... played lan in the afternoon with beiyang, calvin, nicholas, albert... calvin and nicholas were very funny with their plans... then we went back quite late... Louis and Chun Hern were waiting outside... At night, we play cards (TTC!! and Blackjack!!) Lost money AGAIN... played till 3.30... went for a crappy night walk... saw a girl with long black hair in a white dress... got shocked... then realised she was making out... so like whatever... the walk was stupid... went back in for TTC!! till sunrise... Nich., B.Y, Albert and me went to watch the sunrise... but where is the sun??! then in the morning, wait for the lan shop to open... played C.S. again... then it was TTC again... then soccer... then i left for guitar lesson... carry my suitcase to plaza Sing. in a cab... fell asleep... almost forgot to pay cabby... ok... erm... THE END!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903776-110381014889686398?l=freshmints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/110381014889686398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/110381014889686398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshmints.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110381014889686398' title='Chalet No. 2'/><author><name>Martin Chris</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-6903776.post-110209068206932830</id><published>2004-12-03T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T00:18:02.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody nose...</title><content type='html'>Days to Christmas - 21 / No. Of Nose Bleed - 1 / No. of band practise till Christmas - 0 (Woohoo!) / No. of items brought for christmas -0 / No. of items want for Christmas - 1,000 / Cash in Wallet - $66 (But own Nicholas $10, so will left with $55) / Amount of Cash need - $10, 000 / Amount of time need to earn that money - 7 years? --AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!! NOSE BLEED!! Got to go to the toliet!!-- So now, No. Of Nose Bleed - 2 (Do not want anymore!!! Had Enough!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going Shopping tomorrow... Matheus says he will call... Right... Never believe people like him... Ever again... With ANYTHING... Really want to write about today but cannot cos. (1) Sister wants to use the com. (2) In case, someone reads it and know where I was instead of where I should be (SbCaHnOOdL) (3) Feel like reading a book (4) Must do something about the nose... Will write it tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903776-110209068206932830?l=freshmints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/110209068206932830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/110209068206932830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshmints.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110209068206932830' title='Bloody nose...'/><author><name>Martin Chris</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-6903776.post-110200519849082117</id><published>2004-12-03T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T00:33:18.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...Bloody Crap...</title><content type='html'>No. of nose bleed -2          Amount of blood lost -100ml          Blood Type -B (Not very important, unlike 'O', so nevermind about the blood)           No. of coughs cough today -100+          No. of time felt like vomit due to cough -20+           No. of Hours in band -8.5 hrs         No. of hours sleeping -5 hrs          No. of times felt like sleeping -1,000          No. of times sleep when felt like sleeping -0          No. of times when felt bloody pissed -20+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel very tired... And sick... And empty... It's the 2nd day of dec., holiday is coming to a end... Just feel like going back to school and also feel like staying home... Just miss a lot people...         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903776-110200519849082117?l=freshmints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/110200519849082117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/110200519849082117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshmints.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110200519849082117' title='...Bloody Crap...'/><author><name>Martin Chris</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-6903776.post-110148841877467276</id><published>2004-11-27T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T01:00:18.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Average Joe's Holiday</title><content type='html'>So far the holiday has been full of band... Have to admit, it is getting very tiring... It is very tiring and boring and very sick... ... The hours is just too long... ... I have been surviving on playing computer games, listening to Joss Stone and Norah Jones and watching &lt;love&gt; (like what I am doing now while typing...), &lt;the&gt;, &lt;c.s.i&gt; and &lt;the&gt;(mostly in the early morning like 1.30 am and 3.30 am, that is what happens to you when your freaky parents does not want to get cable T.V.)&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of the holiday, Terry, Jaren, Calvin, Nicholas, Jaren, Beiyang, Julian, Albert and Me went to a chalet to stay over for 2 nights. It was damn fun... Especially, when we were making fun of Albert.&lt;br /&gt;On the first night, Alvin Lin (Our English Teacher) came over for the BBQ and stay over for one night... He taught us some magic tricks... Then we played cards and played with our money throughout the night...&lt;br /&gt;We mostly played with cards or played with the playstation 2...&lt;br /&gt;But now i am still stuck with the band practices... Really hope i will enjoy the rest of the holiday and you too... ... Hope the choir members have fun during their overseas trip...&lt;br /&gt;P.S. The &lt;love&gt; I am watching is the clean version... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903776-110148841877467276?l=freshmints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/110148841877467276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/110148841877467276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshmints.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110148841877467276' title='An Average Joe&apos;s Holiday'/><author><name>Martin Chris</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-6903776.post-110114298637039670</id><published>2004-11-23T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T01:03:06.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Guy Up There Has A Sense of Humour</title><content type='html'>Well... Double Science isn't so bad... But why do I have to be in 3-7?? Out of the 10 class, why does it have to be in the class with the most 2-2 people!!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;At first, I was hoping that I will get into the same class as Colin Moy... Well, thank god, I am... It was cool... Then I realised that 3-7 is a class of mostly bloody 2-2 people... I am still stuck with them!!!??!? What the hell is this?!?!?! With all the slackers around, I am prepare to fail my O Level big time!!!?! This is sooooo annoying... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... Really really really wish that i could get out of that class!!! I don't want to die!! Be still, Can't wait to be in school again... Life is getting very boring... ... &lt;br /&gt;Preditions for the year 2005:&lt;br /&gt;-Fall-in outside General Office after every morning flag raising...&lt;br /&gt;-Small-size female teacher screaming and shouting at our class...&lt;br /&gt;-George harassing all the cute female teachers...&lt;br /&gt;-5 missing phones and 4 wallets in our class...&lt;br /&gt;-Caning for some classmates...&lt;br /&gt;-Very boring lessons...&lt;br /&gt;-Sleeping in class...&lt;br /&gt;-Donating alot of money to the school for some stupid things...&lt;br /&gt;-Coping of homework in the morning...&lt;br /&gt;-During Recess...&lt;br /&gt;-During Lesson time...&lt;br /&gt;-After School...&lt;br /&gt;-Then Teacher finds out and get scolding...&lt;br /&gt;-But still having lots of fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903776-110114298637039670?l=freshmints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/110114298637039670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/110114298637039670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshmints.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110114298637039670' title='The Guy Up There Has A Sense of Humour'/><author><name>Martin Chris</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-6903776.post-109171329679121148</id><published>2004-08-05T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T21:44:06.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Esplanade Concert With Illness</title><content type='html'>On sunday, our school had another concert at Esplanade...&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I thought that the band was going to screw up, such as no blazers for sec 1, no ties, blah blah blah... But the uniform was ok!! Cool!!&lt;br /&gt;First was the choir who had a musical! They were so cool and nice and perfect and wonderful. Their uniform was very unique and interestingly nice (cool).&lt;br /&gt;Then was the band... The people said that the performance was very good... Like WAHTEVER!! But it was a good experience!!&lt;br /&gt;Then was the C.O. (Not the O.C.), no comment... Did not listen to them at all.&lt;br /&gt;The finale was... ... No comments too, many people have no idea what they are playing...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on that day and until now, I was bloody sick. I was down with high fever, flu, Sore Thoart, Cough and headache... And vomitted in the night. I was suffering during the concert.&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, Colin, Matheus and me went for dinner, and I wasted my money on a large coke which I cannot finish as I was sick!!! Pass it to Matheus...&lt;br /&gt;Did the same on Tuesday and in the end, Matheus caught thr flu. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, Colin got mad over the "red shirt people" outside the school gate and were collecting donations. He made fun of them, lucky, they played along...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903776-109171329679121148?l=freshmints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/109171329679121148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/109171329679121148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshmints.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109171329679121148' title='Esplanade Concert With Illness'/><author><name>Martin Chris</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-6903776.post-109049749061015596</id><published>2004-07-22T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T19:58:10.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Race </title><content type='html'>Last Night's "Amazing Race" is so exciting, cos my favourite team, Marshall &amp; Lance, was so close in being last. During the whole show, after the chocolate factory roadblock, I was praying that they will stay. From The Amazing Race Insider, I heard Lance saying that Marshall ate about 5000 to 6000 chocolates, which I doubt so. So many chocolates, so sick... Anyway, I know that many people hate Marshall &amp;amp; Lance. Why? &lt;br /&gt;Amazing Race is so cool, they get to travel around the world, and this season, they are travelling 72,000 miles. So lucky!&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Support Marshall and Lance! I hope they will win.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903776-109049749061015596?l=freshmints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/109049749061015596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/109049749061015596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshmints.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109049749061015596' title='Amazing Race '/><author><name>Martin Chris</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-6903776.post-109041463723472764</id><published>2004-07-21T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T20:57:17.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caning Or Cheating?</title><content type='html'>Triple Chinese &amp; band practise, don't I just love Wednesdays!?&lt;br /&gt;Chinese, we had a stupid spelling test. To be honest, I cheated. So did everyone else. Everyone had their Chinese books, under their tables, opened. It is&amp;nbsp;not the first time everyone cheated. It is common, and normal. But I was slight different. I took the book and placed it on my table to copy. Calvin, Julian and Thaddeus were all laughing, and the teacher still did not noticed that my book is on the table. This kind of teacher... Quite good! Esp. during test period. Then we had normal lesson as usual, but Nicholas&amp;nbsp;took my book.&amp;nbsp;So&amp;nbsp;I was praying that I would not be caught without my book. I am not afraid of being caught cheating but without my book, quite weird. So anyway, he started by reciting a totally stupid peom which I have no idea what he is saying. I was looking at my watch&amp;nbsp;counting down the minutes till bell&amp;nbsp;ring. Then he read the text from the book and walked around. He walked past me five time, I think, and he did not notice that I did not have the book. Then Mr Toh came in with George, I was SAVED. HALLALUJAH! We were told that George was caned.&amp;nbsp;SO SAD! Anyway, there&amp;nbsp;was another caning scene outside the office after recess and boy fell onto the ground. Why? So pain lah, Duh! &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had band practise again... One of my juinor transfer to French Horn, he volunteer. &lt;br /&gt;So now French Horn has four people,&amp;nbsp;one trumpet player transfer as well. So he was learning&amp;nbsp;from Yi&amp;nbsp;Hao, a sec&amp;nbsp;1. So I was listening, then he told me that something like it is French Horn business. Whatever! Thank God, he&amp;nbsp;said in&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;joking kind of way. Otherwise, he will DIE!&amp;nbsp;Disrespect to the seinor, but do I care? No, I am a communist... ... Right?! Just Kidding!!&lt;br /&gt;I do not care about respect like the other seinors.&amp;nbsp;I thought only women need the respect. "R-E-S-P-E-C-T".&amp;nbsp;Many band member got into alot of trouble with the teachers and got themselves a spot in the detention room.&amp;nbsp;Nothing much happened.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Ms Tan (conductor) wore pink socks, the very first time I got she wore them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903776-109041463723472764?l=freshmints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/109041463723472764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/109041463723472764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshmints.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109041463723472764' title='Caning Or Cheating?'/><author><name>Martin Chris</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-6903776.post-109033473346185156</id><published>2004-07-20T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T22:45:33.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hairy??</title><content type='html'>Today, we did not do much in school, waste of time!&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, we had a English Compo. Test (Argument), about boys taking Home Econs., totally pointless. I think I will score about&amp;nbsp;50%, I wrote so much crap and bullshit. Then Ms. Fernandez gave us 15 mins to study Geography.&amp;nbsp;She was walking around, the usual stuff. Then&amp;nbsp;she came to my table and "oh my goodness!" and pointed at the word "BITCH" on my table. She thinks I&amp;nbsp;was not the&amp;nbsp;one who wrote it, but is she wrong!! Ha, I wrote&amp;nbsp;during a very bitchy teacher's lesson. So bitchy!&lt;br /&gt;Then we had Maths, where we&amp;nbsp;did the stupid worksheet and she walk around helping mentally-disabled people (sorry! JK!) with their work. When you was helping Leon, Nicholas noticed that she has armpit hairs. He told me, but he was not sure. Being very bored and lame, I started to&amp;nbsp;look&amp;nbsp;out for the HAIRS. Keep on look and look like a sick pervert. Still cannot find any, Nicholas must be blind.&lt;br /&gt;After Maths,&amp;nbsp;we have&amp;nbsp;Geography test and that Mrs. Pang must come in a arrange our table. HELLO! I AM TRYING TO CHEAT HERE!! NICHOLAS IS BESIDE ME!! COPYING FROM THE BEST!! But in the end, I did not - DID NOT COPY.&amp;nbsp; I think I will pass with like 50%. &lt;br /&gt;P.S. Look out for the HAIRS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903776-109033473346185156?l=freshmints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/109033473346185156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/109033473346185156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshmints.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109033473346185156' title='Hairy??'/><author><name>Martin Chris</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-6903776.post-109012250759085486</id><published>2004-07-18T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T11:48:27.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whole Common Test Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As my internet connect had some kind of freaky problems, I was not able to update and add new posts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This week we had a relief teacher, Chris Tan, in Mr. Khoo's &amp;nbsp;place. Chris, also known as Shuai ge (handsome man), is very hot and likes to act cool, and he always change his clothes during school. He looks like a model. I&amp;nbsp;can see him in a very cool shirt from "OP", wear this expensive pair of shoes from "Nike", fitted in this tight pair of jeans from "LEVIs",&amp;nbsp;wearing a ring on this middle finger, wearing a cool necklaces, and wearing a shiny sunglass. He will be&amp;nbsp;walking down the grandstand, and very strong wind blowing against his body and his shirt will be push against his body, showing his muscular chest and his hair will be standing.&amp;nbsp;-CUT- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, on the day which he was going away,&amp;nbsp;the class locked him in, when school end, like they are going to rape him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S.&amp;nbsp;We, as in most of the class, are not "sensitive new age men", if though we think he is hot...&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903776-109012250759085486?l=freshmints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/109012250759085486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/109012250759085486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshmints.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109012250759085486' title='Whole Common Test Week'/><author><name>Martin Chris</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-6903776.post-109012157851683713</id><published>2004-07-18T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T18:47:52.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is it with Scrabble?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday, some of us from Catholic High School went for this National Scrabble Competition. I feel that it was kinda of okay for me even though I hardly play scrabble, to be honest, before the competition, I have only played two complete games of Scrabble.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On friday, I offered to replace Chun Hern, just to skip ... ... . Anyway, after school, I started to freak out. I cannot really remember how to play the game, as I did not played it for about&amp;nbsp;3 years. What if during the competition,&amp;nbsp;I spell "APPLE" &amp;nbsp;wrong and spell it as "APLE". I know I have no other choice but to go for the competition.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On the day itself, I was still as nervous. Soon, the game started and I was against a girl from a school in Jurong, named Geetha. I was hoping to lose by only 10 points. At one point, I spelt out "ASS" and kept saying sorry!! She just smiled and giggled. Surprisingly, I won by 7 points while Matheus (who was telling us how he won a scrabble competition with a third prize) lost by over 500 points, due to a very silly mistake.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Round Two, I faced a very kind and pretty young lady, who defeated me big time, by 177 points. When the game end, Nicholas went to ask for her number and got a lot of insult from her. She was very smart.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Round Three, I faced a young man who often used two letters words which is not on the list. I caught him three times. therefore, I won by a number of points (27 points).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I enjoyed myself that day and luckily I did not spell "APPLE" wrongly. Calvin, that day, learnt how to spell "VEGETABLE".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S. I cannot stand people who cannot accept insults (Not Nicholas, he took it like a gentleman). They are so full of themselves and their ego. I thought only girls are like that. Christina is right about men being "sensitive new age men".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903776-109012157851683713?l=freshmints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/109012157851683713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/109012157851683713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshmints.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109012157851683713' title='What is it with Scrabble?'/><author><name>Martin Chris</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-6903776.post-108963615654234477</id><published>2004-07-12T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T20:42:36.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Freak Out! No mood to study for Maths! So let me comment on some of our new teacher...&lt;br /&gt;We have three new teachers, Maths, Eng Lit., Geography...&lt;br /&gt;For Maths, we have the young, pretty Ms.Chow Bick Yan. So far, she is the third Maths teacher we have this year. She is from NIE, a new teacher and poor thing she is teaching the worst class of this level. Her teaching is quite good, but the class likes to irriate teachers. She can never teach properly, class too noise.&lt;br /&gt;For Eng Lit., we have the young, pretty Miss Geraldine Cheang, also from NIE. She has quite an interesting fashion sense. She once wore a white dress with colourful spots, like something from the 80s... WAIT, why am I noticing such stuff?! NEVERMIND! She today wore blue earrings which matches her blue shirt. Her teaching is also quite good.&lt;br /&gt;For Geograph, we have the "still quite young" Mrs Pang Sok Ching. She is a good teacher but she is always using the powerpoint. It can get very boring. She also have a "wierd" accent, which I still have no idea where it came from. &lt;br /&gt;Freak Out! We have so many great teachers, but why our grades still so low? Maybe IT IS BECAUSE WE HAVE VERY FREAKY, SADISTIC TEST PAPER!! Stupid science paper!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903776-108963615654234477?l=freshmints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/108963615654234477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/108963615654234477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshmints.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108963615654234477' title=''/><author><name>Martin Chris</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-6903776.post-108963470280551999</id><published>2004-07-12T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T20:18:22.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Freak Out! Freak Out!&lt;br /&gt;Today was the worst day I had since the holiday. First there was this freaky science test which no one can complete it in time... I am going to fail science... &lt;br /&gt;Freak Out! Freak Out!&lt;br /&gt;Then to make it worst, there is still the long band hours and what the hell did we get in the end, 50+10 pumping/push-up. WTF! And I am prepared to get scolded tomorrow from Ms Fernandez, for not finishing the project. &lt;br /&gt;Freak Out! Freak Out!&lt;br /&gt;I hate school, I hate band, I hate tests, I hate graphs, I hate project, I hate life...&lt;br /&gt;Freak Out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903776-108963470280551999?l=freshmints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/108963470280551999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/108963470280551999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshmints.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108963470280551999' title=''/><author><name>Martin Chris</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-6903776.post-108797155935450413</id><published>2004-06-23T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T14:19:19.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>5 more days of holiday (including today)... ... Crap! Still have so many/much homework left... Bet many people have not finish your work yet! Anyway, I forgot to tell you about my holiday filled with band practise (Cannot believe I forgot about it, I choose not to remember those crappy long hours). Almost every Tuesday and Thursday, we have band practise, very jealous of those who can skipped band with reasons. Everytime in band practise, a lot of people looks like they are suffering from the effects of drugs (I won't be surprised if some of them take drugs...). Anyway, the holidays are ending and that really suck!! Must get MC on the first and second day of school just to finish my work... ...  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903776-108797155935450413?l=freshmints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/108797155935450413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/108797155935450413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshmints.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108797155935450413' title=''/><author><name>Martin Chris</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-6903776.post-108782564093409287</id><published>2004-06-21T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T21:50:21.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here is a list of great songs that you must listen to:&lt;br /&gt;The Reason - Hoobastank&lt;br /&gt;5 Colours In Her Hair - Mcfly&lt;br /&gt;I Don't Wanna Know - Mario Winans featuring Enya &amp; P. Diddy &lt;br /&gt;Don't Wanna Think About You - Simple Plan&lt;br /&gt;Don't Tell Me - Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;Last Thing On My Mind - Ronan Keating &amp; LeAnn Rimes &lt;br /&gt;Our Lives - The Calling &lt;br /&gt;Summer Sunshine - The Corrs &lt;br /&gt;I Want To Live - Josh Gracin (the third runner-up of AI2)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah - Usher&lt;br /&gt;Burn - Usher&lt;br /&gt;Everytime - Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;8th World Wonder - Kimberley Locke (the second runner-up of AI2)&lt;br /&gt;And A lot of others that I have missed out... ... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903776-108782564093409287?l=freshmints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/108782564093409287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/108782564093409287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshmints.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108782564093409287' title=''/><author><name>Martin Chris</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-6903776.post-108782511628583312</id><published>2004-06-21T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T21:38:36.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On last day of the third week, Me and Matthew went to Escape Theme Park... Yes, two of us only... Some people were busy going to church and going to the library (Nicholas, I am refering to Samuel; Samuel, I am refering to Nicholas). So when we got there, Matthew wanted to ride something simple and not scary... Matthew thought that "Rainbow" sounds like a ride for children. So we went for it. And Matthew got a shock of his life. He thought that the ride was bloody scary (It's not). "How can they name such a scary ride 'rainbow'?" We never took that ride again. Everything was going fine, then "OMG! Is that Za (aka Mrs Zalinah Ang)? OMG, she looks like Za!". Then again, "Is that Za? She looks like Za!". He is seeing her everywhere. He said that Za is his nightmare. (Wonder if he dreams of her everynight, maybe I should get him a dream-catcher.) Maybe it is a secret crush?...Just Kidding ... That is about all...&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Mrs Ang is coming back... Matthew is going to really having nightmare about Za and Diablo (Play so much Diablo).&lt;br /&gt;Another P.S. I did not know that Matthew was afraid of heights... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903776-108782511628583312?l=freshmints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/108782511628583312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/108782511628583312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshmints.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108782511628583312' title=''/><author><name>Martin Chris</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-6903776.post-108782418711976004</id><published>2004-06-21T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T21:23:07.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>During the holidays, Me and Nicholas went to Matthew's Chalot, quite sad, two people only... A lot people were busy doing other things (eg. Church Camp...) So, we began our long journey to the chalot on the train. When we got there, Matthew called and told us that he could not come and fetch us from the train station, and told to take a shutter bus, which ,I think, was the Knight Bus and cannot be seen by the Muggles' eyes (read and watch too much Harry Potter... WAKE UP!!)... Whatever!... So anyway, we could not find the bus and so we took a cab (Do I still own Nicholas money? Cannot remember!?!), so we got there quite early. First, we decided to go to the arcade and bowling. On our way, we saw Edmund Chen (actor) and then the girls were all go "actor! actor!". At the arcade, we saw a old woman, around 65 (consider as a Senior Citizen), and she was playing in the arcade. She was so active. Maybe the secret to a longer and healthy life is to have fun and not to study all day long... Next we went bowling and I suck completely (everyone suck completely, we hardly even get a spare). After bowling, we went out and realised that it was raining, so we were stuck in the arcade and I have no more money!?! We stuck for quite a while and finally we were saved... Wait, did I say we? I meant the other except me and Matthew, as there were not enough space in the car. So we (as in me and Matthew, the only people who did not have the dry comfort of the car) were only had one umbrella. So I got complete wet while Matthew was dry. I had to also walk through a pool of water and my shoe was complete wet... In the chalot, we played the "game-cube" for a long time before me and Nicholas have to leave. I need to go for my music class with shoes that really smell!!&lt;br /&gt;P.S. After like a week, I think my feet still stink... I dare not smell it... But I know my shoe still stink... ... ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903776-108782418711976004?l=freshmints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/108782418711976004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/108782418711976004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshmints.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108782418711976004' title=''/><author><name>Martin Chris</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-6903776.post-108782192844554218</id><published>2004-06-21T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T20:45:28.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow! The last week of the holidays... Dude, time really fly... All the homework!! I really going to miss the holiday! The late morning and the whole day full of crap! Lets update on what I been doing during the holiday... About 20394872 hours of playing Diablo 2 with Matthew, everyday of the holiday (almost) and 0.00003 hours of studing (so much!! I did not realised it?!)... Oh but every little sleep, you know, Diablo 2 can be addictive... The best time of the holiday was, without a doubt, playing Diablo 2 with Matthew and stealing all the cool objects and kicking some monster's ass. It also include the time spent with him and Nicholas at the chalot playing his "game-cube" (There will be another post about it)... That is about the whole of my holidays.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. 0.00003 hour = 0.0018 minutes = 0.108 second (Not bad, at least longer than the March Holidays)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903776-108782192844554218?l=freshmints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/108782192844554218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/108782192844554218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshmints.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108782192844554218' title=''/><author><name>Martin Chris</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-6903776.post-108679991349622283</id><published>2004-06-10T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T00:51:53.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On Monday, I went out to the mall with my brother and sister... Staying at home is too boring. On the bus, two teenager Malay woman aboard the bus and make their way to the back of the bus to get the seats. One of the girls notice a good-looking teenager in the seat in front of them... There are what they said...&lt;br /&gt;"Did you notice the handsome guy i front?"&lt;br /&gt;"What handsome guy? Where?"&lt;br /&gt;Then she point at the guy in front, an the other Malay woman move her head right in front of the man, to have a better look...&lt;br /&gt;"Wah-Lah, so direct!"&lt;br /&gt;In the mall, we were also so bored, as we were totally broke after the first hour... My brother and I spent a lot of money in the game arcade, and I spent $20 on Kimberley Locke's CD. My sister lend my brother money to buy a Turkish Ice-Cream where the man will trick the people by turning the ice-cream upside down and do some other tricks. My brother tried doing it and the ice-cream cone broke and the whole, untouch ice-cream fell on the floor. My brother still wanted to eat it. &lt;br /&gt;The next dumb thing he did was that he wanted to kick a "Do-not-enter" door. He thought it was lock and he ran, jumped and kicked. He realised the door was not lock and ran for it. By luck, on the other side, an old auntie was cleaning the door and the door hit her face. It was so funny when she looked out and saw not one near the door. &lt;br /&gt;The third dumb thing he did, he brought some sweets and candies, those "pick &amp; mix" sweets in a bag... His bag broke and all the sweets fall out in the bookstall. Everyone was looking at us... We quickly clear the place and went out. My sister and I wanted to go back to the bookstall for fun but my brother did not want to go back... Too Ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;Evening time, my mom finished her work and meet us to buy back dinner. The shopkeeper keep on calling my mom "sister". "Want any more food, sister?", "Is it enough, sister?", "12.80, sister", "Anymore food, sister?"... So funny and she even call my brother "sister" by mistake.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Maybe I should just copy some of my blog entries in my English Journal, Less work to do... ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903776-108679991349622283?l=freshmints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/108679991349622283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/108679991349622283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshmints.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108679991349622283' title=''/><author><name>Martin Chris</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-6903776.post-108679790952374246</id><published>2004-06-10T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T00:18:29.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, I can get to use the internet... Spoilt for a very, bloody long time... &lt;br /&gt;I must be very honest with you guys... The third Harry Potter Movie is not as good as the first two... In fact, it is so much worse. The movie was kind of short and was too "rush". You should read the book at least 5 times to really understand and follow the movie. The werewolf looks horrible compare to the one in "Val Helsing"... Anyway, after the movie, my family went to some horrible food center for dinner. The place was hot and dirty. So, as usual, I went back home without letting my parents know, for the 587374th time... As I was walking back, I past this condo and heard someone singing... "Once more you open the door, And you're here in my heart, And my heart will go on and on". He -I repeat, HE- was partly screaming the song, "My Heart Will Go On". After walking about 50m away, I thought that it was over... Then, "You're here, there's nothing I fear, And I know that my heart will go on". &lt;br /&gt;P.S. The guy was quite a good singer, maybe he practising for "Singapore Idol"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903776-108679790952374246?l=freshmints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/108679790952374246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/108679790952374246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshmints.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108679790952374246' title=''/><author><name>Martin Chris</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-6903776.post-108633315160435191</id><published>2004-06-04T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T15:12:31.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The holidays are damn cool. But still have to go back to school for band (9am-5pm; 8 hours, in case you cannot count). I only sleep for 6 hours. Band during the holidays are kinda of a waste of time. But still I have some time left to play some computer games and enjoy the holidays. But sometime during the holiday it is so boring... Half of me want the holiday to end, the other half want to sleep forever... ... &lt;br /&gt;P.S. Life really sucks... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903776-108633315160435191?l=freshmints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/108633315160435191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/108633315160435191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshmints.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108633315160435191' title=''/><author><name>Martin Chris</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-6903776.post-108584332259919680</id><published>2004-05-29T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T23:08:42.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got my report book... All horrors within, the nightmare during the night... My results were horrible and I am not going to tell you, unlike Nicholas who type down his "Top-Boy" results. My results were all crappy and unbearable, feel like tearing my report book, but it is made of plastic, very difficult to tear... I think it is the reason why it is made of plastic. I must study harder... End of my happy-go-luck days...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903776-108584332259919680?l=freshmints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/108584332259919680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/108584332259919680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshmints.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108584332259919680' title=''/><author><name>Martin Chris</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-6903776.post-108583185652150561</id><published>2004-05-29T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T22:55:34.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been too lazy to publish any post... Since it is the holidays, might as well type one in. Today, our school had a funfair, where all the CCAs had their own stall. The band had a quite, kinda dumb game. No... All the stalls had dumb games, horrible foods, terrible prizes, irritating stall holders and annoying people. It was a complete waste of time being there. It was so boring, totally boring, it was like reading a Shakespears' book. I was in the second shift, in the early afternoon. The sun was only 2km away, well, it felt like it. After 3 hours of pure horror, I started to praise the Lord but... the third shift people were mostly not there. So those in the second shift people had to stay for another hour of pure terror. Adds to my horrible "childhood". I hate those in the third shift. Pray for those who are helping out at the funfair tomorrow. Hope you guys have a better time. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903776-108583185652150561?l=freshmints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/108583185652150561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/108583185652150561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshmints.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108583185652150561' title=''/><author><name>Martin Chris</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-6903776.post-108530444760353852</id><published>2004-05-23T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T17:27:27.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This post is about my school Sports Day... I know, it is kinda of late to write it (no time on Friday and Saturday). &lt;br /&gt;It is held on a Friday evening and so school started at 12.30pm. Matthew, Nicholas and me went to Junction 8 early in the morning. Well, too early and most shop is still close. So, Matthew went to brought popcorn and shared it (we have to pay too). We started walking around and leave popcorn trails all over the place. Then we went shopping for food and drinks. By the time we finish, it was about time for school. &lt;br /&gt;After school, we gathered in our house for the usual house meeting. Cheering, scolding... Blah, blah, blah... I think they were speaking in French. Wasn't pay attention. Anyway, at 5, we made our way to the stadium. At the Stadium, they took attentance (lucky, I did not ran away or I will die). The Sports Day was so boring, I am just sitting there listening to music and eating. Oh, and the hotdog was so horrible... after eating the first one, I got a stomachache and threw away the second (kinda wasteful, but health is more important). Wonder which class made it (sure not a biology class, they do not know about the stomach and the health). Waiting for it to end, staring the runners. At the teacher race, Ms. Tay during the race fell down and roll. It was so funny, but it was quite painful. The whole thing ended about 9.30pm+ and there is band on Saturday. The position of the house is same as last year (I think so), no point holding the Sports Days. Noel is still last, Ha Ha Ha!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903776-108530444760353852?l=freshmints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/108530444760353852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/108530444760353852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshmints.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108530444760353852' title=''/><author><name>Martin Chris</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-6903776.post-108487344876288108</id><published>2004-05-18T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T17:44:08.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Did you watch "Friends" last night? Well, I hope you did. The last and final (I hope they will continue) season just started in this small island, while America have finished showing it. Slow! "Friends" is very funny and interesting show. Wish I had taped the show last night, so I can watch it again and again... ... Oh, those with young and innocent mind, you should not watch it. &lt;br /&gt;Today, at school, our former teacher collect our walk-a-jog collection card. The school want us to raise $100 each. So far I only got one fifth of the amount. People donate your money to me... ... I mean my school. &lt;br /&gt;We also got our Sports day/evening on Friday. And it is in the evening after a few hours of school. I am "so excited and cannot wait" for the Sports Day. As you know, our school need the money for some "new equipments" in the school, which is so far not visible to the naked eye. So students are selling foods and other stuff, such as hotdogs, chilli popcorn, ice-cream... ... The worst of all is the "home-coming" shirt (which costs more than S$10). No one in class want to buy the shirt at all... The idea is quite silly (sorry 3-8 and 3-4). Hope it rains on Friday, as there is drought all over the world. World Peace. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903776-108487344876288108?l=freshmints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/108487344876288108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/108487344876288108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshmints.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108487344876288108' title=''/><author><name>Martin Chris</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-6903776.post-108462021375929204</id><published>2004-05-15T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T20:32:25.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got back from the barber and got myself a horrible haircut and nightmares. My hair is bitchy short, just like YB's hair (which Mr. Toh said that it is the "best"). What a horror! Even hair gel has no effect on it, damn it! I can just kill myself. The reason is simple, the barber is a bimbo, a true bimbo. When she cut my hair, she make a lot of mistakes. Maybe she's new, but she does not even know how to use the comb. When she place the comb in my hair, she use the handle... BIMBO! At Cat. Class, my teacher did not come, so we combine class. Then I saw someone who looked like John, got a shock, and the teacher is very boring... Grace even slept during the lesson and was caught. We were also release late by 15 mins... ... Maybe I should not go to school on Monday (two tests on Monday)... ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903776-108462021375929204?l=freshmints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/108462021375929204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/108462021375929204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshmints.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108462021375929204' title=''/><author><name>Martin Chris</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-6903776.post-108458993439152344</id><published>2004-05-15T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T10:58:54.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We finally finish the Lit. Project in three freaky days. Maybe I will not fail Lit after all. Thank God! But, as usual, there is also bad luck with me. My history group project will, without a doubt, fail. Again, it is a short show. A very short show... ... Only two minutes long. The worst of all, in the characters introduction, I acted and looked damn "bitchy" and "slutty". Oh my gosh. Matthew thinks I am acting like I am in "America's next top model" (and, to Matthew, I am not acting as Nicole). I have no project left now to be handed in this term. I feel so good now. On Monday, maybe I should gel my hair in a very freaky way, if I have the time... ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903776-108458993439152344?l=freshmints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/108458993439152344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/108458993439152344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshmints.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108458993439152344' title=''/><author><name>Martin Chris</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-6903776.post-108453514309398075</id><published>2004-05-14T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T19:45:43.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A new post, a different topic...&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, there was Lit. filmming. Two of the scenes, we did it in Colin's house. Quite an interesting and funny experience. At the beginning, Matthew, Colin and me were in the "clubhouse" waiting quietly. Colin was trying to stop himself from laughing. Taking deep breath. I was staring at a fly (Too bored...). It was going nearer and nearer to Colin. Then all of a sudden, the fly (100% a bimbo) fly striaght into Colin's mouth. A moment of silence, then I burst out laugh... non-stop laughing. Matthew was like "why are you laughing?... What happened?...". Colin realised something was wrong and placed a finger in his mouth. After about 10 mins, Matheus (do not be in the same group as Matheus or you will die of anger) went out of the room and then Nicholas, Mathhew and Colin blocked the three doors. Matheus went to the one that Colin was blocking, They pulled the handle of the door. Then the handle broke, and Colin tried to fix it back. But it did not really work. Colin just stan there making sure that no outsider touch the handle. The last dumb thing that happened was when Nicholas pushed the main door, which was already kind of stuck, and broken the door frame. We then quietly left the place... ... Hope I will not get killed for writing this down... ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903776-108453514309398075?l=freshmints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/108453514309398075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/108453514309398075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshmints.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108453514309398075' title=''/><author><name>Martin Chris</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-6903776.post-108453398941068297</id><published>2004-05-14T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T19:26:29.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I did so freaking bad for my mid-term exams. Hate to talk about, but I have to release out the anger in me... For Maths, I screw up totally. The first common test, I got, somehow, don't know how, don't really want to know how, 50%. I could just die of shame. Lucky for my other common test, I did quite good (Thank god). In the end, I got an A2 (73), damn it, I did not get an A1. Look on the bright side, half the class failed. Look at the worse side, Nicholas got 98 and Jaren got 97, screw your mama... The worst of all, I lost to Terry by 1 freaky mark. Nicholas and Jaren, I "swear" on my life that I will beat you next term... also including science, which I will never get an A this term.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903776-108453398941068297?l=freshmints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/108453398941068297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/108453398941068297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshmints.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108453398941068297' title=''/><author><name>Martin Chris</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-6903776.post-108427480564047260</id><published>2004-05-11T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T19:26:45.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My third post today, nothing to do, might as well type something to fill up the page.&lt;br /&gt;Survivor: All Stars just finished (yesterday). I cannot believe Boston Rob is going to marry Amber. I have to admit that Amber is quite good-looking. Hope CBS will show their wedding ceremony or dinner on telvision. Glad that Amber won the first million dollar. She got the money and the man (oh, and a car). I feel sorry for Jerri, after all, she is also human.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903776-108427480564047260?l=freshmints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/108427480564047260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/108427480564047260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshmints.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108427480564047260' title=''/><author><name>Martin Chris</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-6903776.post-108426687000909355</id><published>2004-05-11T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T17:14:30.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, I CANNOT believe that Yi Xin (a.k.a. Catwoman) is getting a Sony Ericsson T610 phone today. Oh my heck! It used to be my dream phone. Watch out, I may choose to steal it from you... Just Kidding, I am not stupid or that greedy. I hope he buy the white and black one (the blue and the red sucks, no fashion sense). Anyway, I hope to get a better phone... ... -BYE ONCE AGAIN-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903776-108426687000909355?l=freshmints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/108426687000909355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/108426687000909355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshmints.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108426687000909355' title=''/><author><name>Martin Chris</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-6903776.post-108426308427610456</id><published>2004-05-11T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T19:02:37.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got back from school... A very crappy day it was... Near the end of school, after history lesson, Justin lost his DV tape. Bags Search!! About the fifth time already. Things in our class always goes missing, but this time... Mr. Khoo found the DV tape under Joseph's desk. He was so angry, I thought he lost his mind. He believe that Joseph was the one who stole the DV tape and the other stuff missing. I must admit that Joseph can be playful at some time, but I doubt he would steal. I trust Joseph when he told me he was not the one. Joseph, I hope that you will not be blamed. -BYE AGAIN-   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903776-108426308427610456?l=freshmints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/108426308427610456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/108426308427610456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshmints.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108426308427610456' title=''/><author><name>Martin Chris</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-6903776.post-108419965348709182</id><published>2004-05-10T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T22:34:13.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kate Beckinsale is such a great actress in "Van Helsing". She looked damn beautiful and hot in the movie (I mean it in a good way). Oh, and her slang and accent in her voice is very cool and kind of sexy. Her dancing is great and perfectly nice. Those who have not watch the movie, you must watch it or you will get a 500 word essay on "why Homework is more important than Van Helsing" from me. Just Kidding! I will get the movie 5 stars (like it matters). -BYE-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903776-108419965348709182?l=freshmints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/108419965348709182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/108419965348709182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshmints.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108419965348709182' title=''/><author><name>Martin Chris</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-6903776.post-108419106783196315</id><published>2004-05-10T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T20:11:07.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I survive... Even though I did not finish my Journal. Have to do a 200 words essay on "Homework" as it was my first time this year. Very easy to do, about 10 mins only. Watching "Survivor" now... ... Got to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903776-108419106783196315?l=freshmints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/108419106783196315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/108419106783196315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshmints.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108419106783196315' title=''/><author><name>Martin Chris</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-6903776.post-108410325067549004</id><published>2004-05-09T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T19:52:01.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Manage to skip my grandmother's motherday party... ... Alone at home trying to do my Journal entries (or else I must do a --- words reflection on homework - Already did three of them, quite easy).&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on friday, I went to watch "Val Helsing" with my friends on friday... ... Damn funny, when Matthew was frighten. He covered his face with the popcorn box with he is afraid of getting shocked by the movie... ... Thanks for the great time, you guys! I did not even get scolded for going home at 11.30pm without telling my parents. Should do it again. Pray that Mr.Khoo do not give us the science class test tomorrow. Oh, I remember that today after my violin class, my father was late, so I decided to walk home, damn far away... ... People, do not take short cuts when you are not sure. Got to do my journal or I will get killed... ... (If I do not write a new post, you know what happened)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903776-108410325067549004?l=freshmints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/108410325067549004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/108410325067549004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshmints.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108410325067549004' title=''/><author><name>Martin Chris</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-6903776.post-108384753610897074</id><published>2004-05-06T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T20:50:02.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is my new blog which I will try to update as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;My first entry (duh!)... ... and I have nothing to write except the school is getting very crap and my luck is totally and hopelessly horrible, example, I just stand in the sun for two hours and a bird drop its dropping on me. What luck! All Schools Suck (A.S.S.) ! I did so badly in most of my exams (and I am still playing the computer). I have myself to blame... ... Anyway, I going for a movie tomorrow and pray that my luck will get  better... ... ... ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903776-108384753610897074?l=freshmints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/108384753610897074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903776/posts/default/108384753610897074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshmints.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108384753610897074' title=''/><author><name>Martin Chris</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></feed>
