<?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-6582024</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:41:29.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dancer</title><subtitle type='html'>joyce
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And!! browsing around like don't know what at shopping centers while we all act rich with tschus and walk/saunter into like guess. yes and i will miss the nights plotting with you which day to skip or not to. and the times which i will tell you do to your homework lah. and all that nonsense. oh i think i'll miss the mee your mum cooks too. will miss your infectious laughter. too loud i think? GO NJ AND BE A SHU NU LAH. GORT EUUR HOTTIEXZ BOIX BOIX THERE NEH! OH WINDOW SHOPPING WAS FUN. but you got your princess cut jeans first. does that make you a princess earlier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TSCHUS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PUCKER UP LAH! you're THE next supermodel and your body needs to be longer. your legs are long enough. thank you for all the embarassing times and all, despite how embarassed i may have been. lemme see. train and bus. your favourite modes of embarassment. HEH. anyway. i will miss the noise noise and more noise in dance and on the bus. yes you make all the noise and i believe my rides home will be very quiet. thank you for being that nice window shopper too. and yes, i love you and lava, NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES YOU FREAKING INSIST THAT I LIKE PINK, WHICH I DON'T. though my bedsheets are like pink and orange at the moment. BUT NO I STILL DON'T LIKE PINK HAH. and i'll miss all the juicy gossip about things i never knew when you polluted my innocence. but i still had fun. will miss all the noise. and please go NJ and be a SHUNU. your hottiex BOIX BOIX are there. oh thanks for being such a wonderful frontflip supporter. GIMME A C! GIMME A UYUN what you get CHUYUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/feelingright/IMG_0093.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TSCHUS AND LAVA MONSTERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/feelingright/IMG_0108.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lava and tshucs lah poseurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/feelingright/IMG_0125.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST UNCOVERED PICTURE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/feelingright/IMG_0022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNLIKE THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/feelingright/IMG_0067.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAVA AND MUEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/feelingright/IMG_0107.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POSEUR WITH RECIEPT TAGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NISE NISE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey nise gossipmongerx! haha. keep the stuff on yeah? thanks for all the EXCLUSIVE you tell me about things i never knew. yes it's amazing about c_____ b______'s blog. and all the stupid times we spent laughing. that's for the thought provoking? motherly? kind? advice after i got my results. and i will aim to be top 10 in class while you MUST MUST MUST aim to be top IH student. i insist. will miss you lots and all that NISENISE calling out from the class. don't regret okay? that's the last thing you must do. and oh i'll doubt you'll regret anyway (: take care dear. will miss all the randomness and all the EXCLUSIVENESS in gossip and laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/feelingright/IMG_0205.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JOYCELYN &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey ho. known you as the very very determined one. though i don't think i've talked that much to you as compared to lava but do take care at nj. i don't think you'll be reading this, but yeah take care anyway. do enjoy yourself at nj yeah? you'll do great, i'm sure. thanks for all the help in work at any point or another. oh and tribond too (: and i still think i owe the clique windbreaker or tee? but yes, keep loving winnie the pooh. love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WENLIN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LINLIN. WHY SO SHY DE THAT DAY. SOME PEOPLE HOR TAKE BY THEMSELVES IS THE PRO LEH!!!! haha. anyway. will miss the extra noise even though tschus makes that much already. but yes, i'll miss it all the same. thanks for being a crescent dancer with me and sweating it all out. will miss you alot. all the smiles and your water from your water bottle. ;D haha. anyway. take care darling. PETERPOHPOYHUACAOYONG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/feelingright/IMG_0172.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEEFY WENLIN ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/feelingright/IMG_0034.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WENLIN ME JEANNE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/feelingright/IMG_0211.jpg" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;2C2, i love you all. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;anyway. going on the dress shopping that happened yesteryday, went with mum. it was toture. like yeah, toture. who in the world tries to squeeze into a dress and yet still fit nicely only. tried SEVEN pieces and changing in and out. almost suffocated. but oh well here's it. got black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/feelingright/IMG_0214.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/feelingright/IMG_0215.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the back criss cross.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some random pictures at window shopping and erm spying? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/feelingright/IMG_0076.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR FASHION DISASTER-lavania&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/feelingright/IMG_0101.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MS PINKIE GAL GAL-tschus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/feelingright/IMG_0104.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR I WEAR A PINK HOT SHIRT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still wonder why lava took it. he didn't break the rules of wearing a pink shirt. he isn't fair what so it really isn't that bad. anyway. moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/feelingright/IMG_0089.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEIDI KLUM BIRKIE WANNABE! just destud it and then, ADD ON TO BIRKIES AND IT'LL LOOK HEIDI KLUM-LAVA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/feelingright/IMG_0092.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAVA'S IDEAL DRESS HOT BABE HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/feelingright/IMG_0090.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tshucs favourite. of course, she matched it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/feelingright/IMG_0103.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this is way cute. and it's in GASP PINK?! EW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/feelingright/IMG_0109.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this looks cute. got stripes leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/feelingright/IMG_0110.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interesting hat. again, they insist it's my type but no! THEY ARE ALWAYS WRONG. THEY WANT IT FOR THEMSELVES SO MUCH THAT THEY DECIDE TO BE NICE TO ME FOR ONCE AND STOP LAUGHING. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/feelingright/IMG_0099.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the hello kitty is cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/feelingright/IMG_0026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAO SHI'S BIRTHDAY! (christine looks a bit scary)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/feelingright/IMG_0077.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like the RED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/feelingright/IMG_0047.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/feelingright/IMG_0046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY ONE LEG ONE LEG FRONT FLIP! (: thank you my coach, cindy and all my supporters. XIE XIE DA JIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay that's enough for today. sorry i didn't resize pics. was really lazy. heh. tired now. and i think xmas songs are really nice. BACK TO MY SHOW PEOPLE! LOVE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-113059531787603561?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/113059531787603561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/113059531787603561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/10/dress-shopping.html' title='dress shopping'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-113041837962802130</id><published>2005-10-27T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T21:06:19.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>inferior complex</title><content type='html'>(i trust you enough not to look beyond what you're not supposed to)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;after &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; things have changed so much for me. after &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;i lost a whole lot of will to do anything much, only hate it i guess. after &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;i had all the confidence drained out of me like i was kinda like a wet piece of tissue, ready to break anytime. after &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;i kept thinking i was the one who created the problems and with you hating me to the core (and i don't blame you for that) i just quiet. after &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;i felt rock bottom and zilch.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;so don't you dare tell me what to do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel sucky. are you there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me say some random stuff&lt;br /&gt;1. tschus and i were bread talking today&lt;br /&gt;2. i love dance to the core&lt;br /&gt;3. i hurt my back. it hurts bad.&lt;br /&gt;4. i'm glad you're __________&lt;br /&gt;5. i think i need some proper food soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-113041837962802130?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/113041837962802130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/113041837962802130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/10/inferior-complex.html' title='inferior complex'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-113033789937645082</id><published>2005-10-26T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T22:44:59.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIJ2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE WON LIJ2 &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(square) &lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt; ;D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;after all, we won nyp eh? barney guy, emo specs, try harder. after like ten &lt;em&gt;thousand&lt;/em&gt; years, it's done and we won (: love you guys. lois, isabella, joycelyn. sorry for all the emo times! &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TRIBOND&lt;/strong&gt;, your start to relationships that bind.&lt;/em&gt; now you know where the tablet training has gone to. oh i think &lt;em&gt;eunice olsen&lt;/em&gt; is like the hippestxz thingxz ebers! she wore black and pink today. (icey and tschus alert!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. rushed to learning lab, and oh chang kee (HOW DO YOU SPELL IT?) curry puff never tasted better. was starving. got the news when i was in english. i was like GRINNING AWAY. and the teacher had to ask me a question. oh well. had B&amp;J mudslide after that (!!!) fattening but so so so good. it was like, YUM MAN! i should try another flavour one day. one day that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am still obsessed over my show. and i love only one song. something something yon2 gan3. i think. WILL post the lyrics. first time you'll see chinese lyrics on my blog then. groud breaking or what? anyway. jocye is tired and she just got back and her shows are waiting for her. so bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-113033789937645082?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/113033789937645082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/113033789937645082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/10/lij2.html' title='LIJ2'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-113025305787116696</id><published>2005-10-25T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T23:10:57.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shoppink</title><content type='html'>yay. today muee, tschus and lava went SHOPPINK! (: i had LOADSA FUN. and no, i still insist i am NOT pinkie galxz galxz. after today, i rather hate pink already. omg, revolting i tell you. sigh. but you see, my camera casing is pink. but i was desperate for it. oh well. let me recount the entire afternoon. let me be embarassed!!! HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. shaw for lunch at kfc. haha it was funny. took pictures here and there, TILL WE SAW A FASHION DISASTER. yes. stripy colourful (NOT GRADIENT. COLOURFUL) and well, being the wonderful mongers that we are, we took a picture. and yes, the mode of crime was my wonderful red hot sexy canon camera. oh, and we went walking around shaw. to like bilabong, levis, topshop, BIBI AND BABA. let me start with bibi and baba first. walked in, saw my rgps uniform (!!!) their PE SHIRT change MATERIAL LEH! to the old, first one. lucky ducks. yes. and we wanted to get _____ her uniform. but we kinda figured, the craze MAY have died down. oh well, and we were looking at all the uniforms. so temtped to take a picture, but the lady would have thought we were mad (LIKE ALL THE OTHER SHOPKEEPERS). and oh we walked pass this shop which sold weird shoes. boots till like the knee and above, and RED AND PINK HOT SLIPPERS (?!). okay next, topshop. HAHA THEY SO "LOVED" the pink hued shirt, that they took a picture of it. NOT ME OKAY. i just stood there, and turned around. HOHO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. proceeded to like, wheelock because, it was pouring like mad mad mad. and we took pictures, yes, at wheelock to see the rain fall down the glass pieces in a conical like way. and we were standing in the middle of no where, staring upwards taking pictures. went to like birkenstock, crumpler and apple. AND WE SAW THIS JOB APPLICATION THING AT SOME RANDOM RESTARURANT. ONLY THEN DID WE KNOW THAT WE DESPERATELY NEED FUNDING FOR OUR HOLIDAY ACTIVITIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. went off to wisma. walked into like ANOTHER topshop. and all the yada yada shops. but yes. there, we saw LOTS OF GOSSIP. on people we don't know. and guess who's the supplier. GUESS WHO!!!! hint: starts with the letter 'T' .... TSCHUS! how exciting, and totally not surprising. hobby is blog hopping what. and most of the time, she's bored. scandal after scandal. person after person. they're pretty ordinary 'cept for one, wait two-they looked SUPER beng. yes. but oh well, he's a rich beng and _____ and _______ persons would be fighting for the rich beng! anyway. walked into another nike. and went to surfbabe. HOHO. that one was funny. we walked an pretended to be blinded by such painful looking objects. haha was hilarious. and we saw this jewel studded shoe and lava insisted that we could get the slipper and de-stud it and put it on birkies to make it look expensive and like the heidi klum one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. taka and roamed around looking for my camera pouch. wanted to try that crescent-lookalike-mango skirt, and UNFORTUNATELY NO MORE LIAO! ): but yes, then there was this hello kitty fair thing! IT WAS EXCITING. but the only lame part is that it was all pink lah. but oh well, i still think hello kitty is quite cute. SHUT UP TSCHUS AND LAVA HOHO! and they took yet another picture of a stranger in ALL PINK. yes. pink shirt, top but oh, a pair of black tights in pink sneakers. sigh. yes. and we walked on till we went up to the ladies department. and we saw this pair of shoes. high heeled, with a ball of fluf in the center. very hilarious looking and we happily took a picture. yes and we headed upstairs and they found yet another target wearing pink shirt. hot pink, GUY. yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. after roaming around somemore, i got my casing and then, they happily took enough sunglasses pictures already (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wonder if such occasions will be often next year, from the last we meet. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm kinda tired now. eventful but really FUN FUN FUN DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tschus and lava are my bestest shoppinkxz buddiexz! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-113025305787116696?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/113025305787116696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/113025305787116696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/10/shoppink.html' title='shoppink'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-113007105523296279</id><published>2005-10-23T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T20:41:31.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exciting</title><content type='html'>well, my parents are at the near edge of approving me to go PA! yeah today was at PA, rushed from church. reached there in half an hour. did the warm ups and all, and i did FRONTFLIPS! i kidna thing i am losing my touch AGAIN. i can't do the one leg one leg one after a while coz, i think my back was really tired and all. &lt;strong&gt;BUT I COULD COME UP IMMEDIATELY FOR SOME. :D JOY JOY JOY.&lt;/strong&gt; i was so excited can! haha. but yes. i MUST perfect it. CINDY (yes cindy is my gym coach for frontflips) IS GOING TO TEACH ME-i think. did so many till my back is sore. but oh well, it's worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;strained ankle muscle, sore back; but you know what? it's worth it, because i DANCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRASS IS MY FRIEND. ME LOVES GRASS. ME LOVES GRASS MORE THAN GYM MATS AND THE ONCE GREAT RED MAT. ME LOVE GRASS. (i can be nature girl!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JOYCE LOVES FRONTFLIPS. DO YOU? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh lemme add something else exciting; I GOT A NEW CAM (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/feelingright/MINE.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it pretty? i got red. my other one was kinda conking out. :/ but yeah. &lt;em&gt;luny lavania&lt;/em&gt; HAS GOTTEN HER LEVIS. GAH TO HER MAN. ME AND CHUYUN SAYS GAH. we (tschus, lava, natalie, lucy, me) should go shopping again. HAHA I THINK ITS HILARIOUS!! :D yes. LETS PLAN PEOPLE! oh another exciting thing. I'M GOING KAYAKING! yes i am. so exciting. NOV NOV NOV. and now i need to plan ice skating. when should i go ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you can see, i'm being extremely random today. and i keep on sneezing. (SOMEONE'S BITCHING ABOUT ME?!) oh, how i love gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;GYM RELEASES ENDORPHINES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah now you know why i'm high.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-113007105523296279?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/113007105523296279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/113007105523296279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/10/exciting.html' title='exciting'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112989212026815587</id><published>2005-10-21T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T22:27:18.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(i first apologize for the pics being so big. if it isn't i doubt you can see anything)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway these are my end of year results -gasp- kinda disappointed. but oh well. i'll just take it as it comes. and i've been really trying to be thankful these whole week no matter how disappointed i was. &lt;em&gt;thanks for the reminder (: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 679px; HEIGHT: 610px" height="1168" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/feelingright/21171020copy.jpg" width="1486" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;special&lt;/em&gt; dropping to &lt;strong&gt;express&lt;/strong&gt; because dropping higher chinese. i hope i stop flunking. i've been flunk for two consecutive years for chinese already. already immune to it. which is really really bad. i don't hate chinese. actually, i kinda enjoy it. just reading basically. but you see. i don't really get it after all. (the format that is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 690px; HEIGHT: 601px" height="1168" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/feelingright/21171049copy.jpg" width="1486" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the results, blow by blow. okay lemme' start from the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. english and lit were SUPPOSED to be A2s. my english this time was crap. (over 30) compo 23, letter 21, &lt;strong&gt;compre 12.5&lt;/strong&gt; (!!!!!!), (0ver 20) &lt;strong&gt;summary 13&lt;/strong&gt; (!!!) my lit was also not too good i guess. okay maybe one essay. because i had (over 25) &lt;strong&gt;14&lt;/strong&gt;, 18, 18. and the wonderful &lt;strong&gt;14&lt;/strong&gt; for MOV pulled me down like ten thousand miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. chinese failed. :( [refer to above]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. science. i think one more A looks nicer than one less right? haha. i think more could have been done. was a little too last minute i think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. OH DID I TELL YOU ART ROCKS MY BIG FAT SOCKS. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. math is sad. yes i am sad. i improved by like two grades, but stupid mid year pulled me down. i think a B looks nicer than a C on my slip right? one more mark lehh! haha. mids are horrid. (okay maybe not in the case of science)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. percentage of 63.3% improved. class postition still stuck there. level position is just bad. i think it's just purely unfair that for one, just because we're in special stream, hmt is like our L1. and as such, causing me to have the WHOLE YEAR overall is fail. people in express don't have to suffer this man. such injustice. and it looks ugly. and i am like 5th in the level! EXICITING I MUST SAY. from the &lt;strong&gt;bottom&lt;/strong&gt; you see. NOW YOU SEE THE THRILLS. nevermind. next year express. failing higher chinese just totally puts you at the bottom of a lot of things. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 679px; HEIGHT: 648px" height="1193" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/feelingright/21171206copy.jpg" width="1488" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;combinations. the underlined are like my choice. but, i doubt i would get it. i'll appeal like mad. my math and science average is like &lt;strong&gt;64%&lt;/strong&gt; and it's like short of one. bad, very bad. very bad. &lt;em&gt;pleasseeee. can i have physics chem? &lt;/em&gt;OH I AM TAKING ART (: with shian! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 671px; HEIGHT: 435px" height="507" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/feelingright/21184247.jpg" width="571" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't study as hard as i could. probably i could have lesser hours of sleep and maybe, things would have been different. &lt;strong&gt;maybe. &lt;/strong&gt;i'm learning thankfulness, and i'll take it with prayer as it comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 658px; HEIGHT: 699px" height="1088" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/feelingright/21171251copy.jpg" width="1492" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. so cool right? ONLINE YOU KNOW?! by 25th but mr lim said like 26th morning. but i think 25th's safer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 660px; HEIGHT: 676px" height="1194" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/feelingright/21171321copy.jpg" width="1495" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shucks, i'm away. ah i shall get someone to help me. really, i'm kinda scared. what if's pop into my brain constantly. i keep on forgeting on the aspect of &lt;em&gt;trusting&lt;/em&gt;. i've learnt a lot and i really hope i'll just not freak out with everything in place. i'm glad i didn't break after disappointing moments. it was like wrenching, but it could have been worse. &lt;em&gt;thanks for reminding me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;they all got higher. no matter how hard i try, i'll never be there right? oh wait. that's not new. &lt;em&gt;inferior complex&lt;/em&gt; oh wait. i'm the dumb one who totally cannot make it. yeah i kinda almost that. thanks. oh i forgot. their smarter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised i learn things pretty slowly. shucks, that's bad.&lt;br /&gt;anyway for now. &lt;3ta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112989212026815587?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112989212026815587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112989212026815587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-first-apologize-for-pics-being-so.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112962291630138826</id><published>2005-10-18T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T16:08:36.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay this is some funny thing i saw. do circulate, so that my efforts won't go to waste. the song was relly hard to listen to and i took at least an hour to make out the lyrics. it is REALLY cheesy. and this was featured on &lt;a href="http://museum-of-twits.blogspot.com"&gt;MOT&lt;/a&gt;. okay this is self composed and all, its a three man band, wenlong, ben and (IFORGOTTHELASTONE'SNAME). all from acsi i think . so yes. YOU MUST hear the song first and look at the lyrics. and oh, some of the lyrics are incorrect. i typed out what i could make out of okay. enjoy! oh right. i might warn that it is &lt;strong&gt;EXTREMELY CHEESY&lt;/strong&gt;. I ALMOST DIED. so yeah. &lt;em&gt;fairry landd` wif ger ger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.purevolume.com/benchensilentvalentine"&gt;http://www.purevolume.com/benchensilentvalentine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRINCESS IN FAIRY LAND&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-HORRIBLE INTRO- &lt;em&gt;(PIANO. WASN'T A KEY BOARD I INSIST. BANG BANG BANG)&lt;/em&gt; -then guitar and keyboard intro-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fairy tale land there were many bright stars&lt;br /&gt;many twinkling stars many bright stars. (&lt;em&gt;singapore doesn't have stars!!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but dreaming of time with you under my dose &lt;em&gt;(what's with dose, it's kinda incoherent?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;so under the castle with you princess&lt;br /&gt;so when her prince kissed her&lt;br /&gt;cinderella must get home by 12 midnight (&lt;em&gt;RIGHTT...&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;romeo and juliet died together while holding hands &lt;em&gt;(examples examples. can you live it up?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;living now together now forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hear your sweet voice echo in my head &lt;br /&gt;wonder if it was fate &lt;em&gt;(AREN'T ALL LOVE STORIES LIKE THAT?! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;i wonder if you are dreaming of me&lt;br /&gt;fairy tale land, princess&lt;br /&gt;felt myself staring in your shining eyes&lt;br /&gt;beautiful hair swaying in the wind&lt;br /&gt;could never far get there&lt;br /&gt;kisses we had good times we shared together&lt;br /&gt;if you heard the song i wrote for you&lt;br /&gt;you're the best the best princess that i've ever known &lt;em&gt;(the only maybe?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;that i bothered tell her&lt;br /&gt;that i'll get to you and we'll live happy ever after with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[INEEDHELPHERE. yes because there are some words i can't make out]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do want go there and next&lt;em&gt;(?! i was thinking it might be eggs)&lt;/em&gt; and jewels&lt;br /&gt;i can climb bits&lt;em&gt;(?! i don't know whats that either)&lt;/em&gt; for you princess&lt;br /&gt;if you want to go dream i bring the fires&lt;br /&gt;of moredart &lt;em&gt;(?! i didn't know what's that either)&lt;/em&gt; to get it for you&lt;br /&gt;if you get stuck in a tall tower &lt;em&gt;(when i first heard it i was like eifel tower?! romantic aye?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;i'll go you still and get you down&lt;br /&gt;you must think why i'm doing all these for you&lt;br /&gt;i'll tell you it's all because of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hear your sweet voice echo in my head&lt;br /&gt;wonder if it might be fate&lt;br /&gt;wonder if it was fate&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if you are dreaming of me&lt;br /&gt;fairy tale land, princess&lt;br /&gt;felt myself staring in your shining eyes&lt;br /&gt;beautiful swaying in the windcould never far get there&lt;br /&gt;kisses we had good times we shared together&lt;br /&gt;if you heard the song i wrote for you&lt;br /&gt;you're the best the best princess that i've ever known&lt;br /&gt;that i bothered tell her&lt;br /&gt;that i'll get to you and we'll live happy ever after with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-guitar and keyboard close AND FINALLY DRUMS COME IN-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERY SUITABLE FOR WELL, IDOL DRAMAS I MIGHT ADD. THE BEST. SO WHO'S GONNA SIGN HIM UP? ITS IDOL DRAMA MATERIAL AFTERALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 ta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112962291630138826?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112962291630138826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112962291630138826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/10/okay-this-is-some-funny-thing-i-saw.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112961961847043978</id><published>2005-10-18T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T15:13:38.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shucks</title><content type='html'>aches all over. had problems walking down. darn darn darn. tomorrow results. die die die die. can't go nz. crap crap crap crap. what next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i am super super sorry c2 that i forgot to pass the key to someone today. i am extremely sorry about what happened.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;forgive my carelessness please? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i need yokoyoko&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112961961847043978?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112961961847043978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112961961847043978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/10/shucks.html' title='shucks'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112938683630549648</id><published>2005-10-15T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T22:33:56.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cooking</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;today's a cooking day! &lt;/strong&gt;yay. it was fun fun fun. haha. you see, cara, pam and jewel came over to cook after ypg. yes. and i tell you, buying a birthday cake is LOTS cheaper than baking it like. i never knew cheese could be so expensive. so here's what happened. we wanted to bake a cake for Tr minyi on her birthday (LAST WEEK) and then we couldn't because exams lah. then today, we (me and cara) went to shop for the stuff and then pam and jewel came along to bake! yes we baked chocolate cheese cake and another sticky pudding thing. the sticky pudding thing was for us to eat though, but the cheese cake's for tomorrow. hoho. hope it's good! 4 TUBS OF PHILADELPHIA CHEESE. omg, i've never seen so much cheese in my entire life. up close, i might add. yes. but anyway. it was fun in short! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was embarassing today too. i went to meet lava and jeremy at nj. VERY GOOD LAH. big mistake. so extra can? then i went all the way there and ended up at sixth ave eating ice cream and some tomato bread. HOHO. WE WALKED THERE. HOW COST SAVING CAN THAT GET? and i heard stories of ___ ___ ___ and ___ ___. was so exciting. and yes, i'll heed joycelyn's advice next time. TSK! i'll make sure it's up to joycelyn's expectations lah! and lava, you BETTER thank me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'd wish for your message but you see,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it was never meant to be; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 ta bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I UPDATED THE PREVIOUS POST. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PA TMRW(: my first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112938683630549648?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112938683630549648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112938683630549648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/10/cooking.html' title='cooking'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112930635806027269</id><published>2005-10-14T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T22:23:10.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>such a nice day</title><content type='html'>today's a happy day (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to these people for making my day. IN ORDER- i tried!&lt;br /&gt;1. germ&lt;br /&gt;2. ben k&lt;br /&gt;3. jeremy&lt;br /&gt;4. janet&lt;br /&gt;5. eugene&lt;br /&gt;6. lava&lt;br /&gt;7. jeremy&lt;br /&gt;8. valencia&lt;br /&gt;9. joycelyn&lt;br /&gt;10. bell&lt;br /&gt;11. joseph&lt;br /&gt;12. su an&lt;br /&gt;13. cheekeng&lt;br /&gt;14. keon&lt;br /&gt;15. matthew&lt;br /&gt;16. tschus&lt;br /&gt;17. nat&lt;br /&gt;18. lucy&lt;br /&gt;19. yanting&lt;br /&gt;20. yenfang&lt;br /&gt;21. edlyn&lt;br /&gt;22. tr minyi&lt;br /&gt;23. cara&lt;br /&gt;24. cousins and auntiexz.&lt;br /&gt;25. yuting&lt;br /&gt;26. jem&lt;br /&gt;27. michelle ling&lt;br /&gt;28. xue yuan&lt;br /&gt;29. sarah jane&lt;br /&gt;30. bernice&lt;br /&gt;31. andrew&lt;br /&gt;32. joyce yap&lt;br /&gt;33. jus ang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( IF I LEFT YOU OUT, TELL ME OKAY)&lt;strong&gt;I UPDATED IT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i thank You, Lord for my very special friends! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;omg, i forgot&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TWIN XUEYUAN!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOPPING WAS FUN. ( i wrote this entry, but i felt i had to rewrite it for some reason. hm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1330- FINISHED TDP AND HEAD TO TOWN WITH LAVA TO MEET TSCHUS CHEEFY AND SARAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1400- taka! they went to return claire's book. yes and we went to like see zara, mango, guess, m)phosis, levis. and we headed off to wisma to like topshop, nike and surf babe, espirt. then headed back to taka. SHOPPING TONES YOUR CALF MUSCLES (QUOTE TSCHUS!) i got 4 tops for topshop (plain ones though). I INSIST I DO NOT LIKE PINK AND WHITE STUFF. I AM NOT TWITTY! AND TSCHUS JUST STOP LAUGHING. ITS JUST TOO EMBARASSING. IT MUST BE THE BEEF NOODLES. I BET IT HAS ENDORPHINES. while walking, me and lava were eating our lunch so unglamly then i prayed i wouldn't see anyone. OH WE TRIED THE LEVIS PRINCESS CUT. (IS IT CALLED THAT WAY?) anyway it was so nice. WE THREE WILL GET IT. HOH! we even tried the sizes so we can tell parent's the specific size cutting etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1530- went to cine to meet LUCY THE HIPPIEX VBGG and NATALIE. yes. and they were shopping for presents. i tell you VBGG IS MAD. anyway. we rushed to heeren. and we spotted SCANDAL! but aiyah they spotted us, so no stalking. i was HOWEVER INSISTENT ON GETTING PUMPS. or a belt in some case. but yes, we ended up walking around. and i got a charm bracelet with natalie! sho de pretty niahxz! then headed on to ceterpoint AFTER the rain died down abit. HOHO it was fun alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1630- centerpoint, ladies section, TRIUMPH. yesyes. chuyun aka, MOTHER was shopping for lucy's _______ for her EXTREMELY SHO DE PRETTY RACER BACK. as you may know, _______s b______ is way to revealing in that PRETTTYYYY RACER BACK, as such the case. i'm chipping in with tschus and bernice, so LUCY, WEAR IT. DON'T STASH AWAY IN THE DRAWER. OH! yun ying, lava's friend came along. anyway. erm. yes. we were making one whole lot of noise while waiting for lucy. and she kept on complaining. LUCY! YOU MUST TRY! PLEASE!! and we ended up walking around and around. esprit, some shoe shops and etc. STILL INSISTENT ON GETTING PUMPS. but to no avail. AT CENTERPOINT WE TRIED THE MANGO IMMITATION SKIRT. it's $105 and YOU CAN LIKE MODIFY SCHOOL SKIRT and it'll be cheaper. and oh just add a ribbon (: and a lady actually wanted to buy it when we were walking right in front of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1730- headed home, chatting on train till lava had a crisis. yes. and we stopped at bishan to help her. you better thank us man. you embarassed us on the train. ;) BUT I STILL LOVE YOU ALL THE SAME DEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1800- was on the bus doing all the twit poses in the mirror. HOHO WE WERE SO RETARDED CAN! finally had a nicer picture of the lot (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1830- HOME. SWEET. HOME. and cousins came over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read &lt;a href="http://commiserativeparanoia.blogspot.com"&gt;tschus&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://morethanjustyou-.blogspot.com"&gt;lavania&lt;/a&gt; FOR CROSS REFERENCES! HEH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;aside all this, i really hope _______ will come to know of Him. i'm hoping, and i'm leaving all the rest to Him. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;one year has passed. have lots to thank God for. just really grateful for everything, for every opportunity, for every change, for every joy, for every tear. at least, i know i'm still human and that i can feel. i thank Him for every friendship, every laughter, every hug. even though how much i may complain at times, i'm &lt;strong&gt;thankful&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photolog (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/feelingright/14172522.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the "immitation" crescent skirt. by the way, the black is just another version of the peacock blue skirt. yepp. $105, mango.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/feelingright/14180358.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what happened? i wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/feelingright/14183059.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE ARE TWITS. how die hard. i hope the bus uncle didn't look up and get the shock of his life. (IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A GOOD THING WITH ME AND TSCHUS IN THE MIRROR)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/feelingright/14184444.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was walking in when i took this pic. &lt;em&gt;You're my blue skies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/feelingright/14210642.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charm bracelet! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/feelingright/14212849.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two generations; the cousins and niece and nephew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/feelingright/14220111.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thousand cakes, taken by the brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/feelingright/14221733.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cousins (: - ilookretardedasusual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yepp, that's my day. i think i've had too many photologs. but oh well, i guess it's fresh! my bro's sweet. he got me a pink watch. LAVA AND TSCHUS TSK. anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3ta! take care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112930635806027269?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112930635806027269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112930635806027269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/10/such-nice-day.html' title='such a nice day'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112921194649582065</id><published>2005-10-13T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T21:59:06.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>photolog!</title><content type='html'>these are the purchases of the day! (yesterday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for:&lt;br /&gt;1. chalet (not really let after awhile)&lt;br /&gt;2. dance! in the morning (briefing)&lt;br /&gt;3. QUIDAM. OMG QUIDAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some purchases today! (yesterday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. SHIRT FROM QUIDAM (ex, painful, ouch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="440" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/feelingright/3fb583b5.jpg" width="576" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PRETTIEST SHIRT ON PLANET EARTH. haha. i'm jealous! TSCHUS HAS LIKE THREE OTHER SHIRTS. -cries!- i want the pretty red shirt and nice white jacket! mum, i know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"metamorphosis; life runs its course, everything changes" &lt;/strong&gt;that's what the shirt says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="440" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/feelingright/f1000b55.jpg" width="576" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE OVERVIEW OF SHIRT- pretty dancers(!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="440" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/feelingright/c53522c8.jpg" width="576" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the picture of the dancer i like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="440" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/feelingright/30defcaa.jpg" width="576" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other bigger more yellow one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. PRESENT FOR JENN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="440" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/feelingright/31333bbb.jpg" width="576" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. guess what it is. it's circular, and it's for girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="440" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/feelingright/2571c77c.jpg" width="576" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any idea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 567px; HEIGHT: 391px" height="422" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/feelingright/13200719.jpg" width="567" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOT MIRROR ALSO! you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="440" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/feelingright/13200731.jpg" width="576" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this should give it away... do you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 574px; HEIGHT: 508px" height="539" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/feelingright/13200741.jpg" width="576" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS A COMB! how ingenious is this! a small thing for a samll little girl like my niece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="440" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/feelingright/13200854.jpg" width="576" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's me trying the comb out. yepp, it's good. (darn i look retarded)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="440" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/feelingright/jennsochioo.jpg" width="576" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the girl who's gonna use it. she should like pink at her age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. QUIDAM PROGRAMME BOOKLET. (!!!) and yes, i paid for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="440" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/feelingright/13201059.jpg" width="576" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so cool and sophisticated. ahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="440" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/feelingright/13201112.jpg" width="576" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's quidam. (betcha' didn't know that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="440" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/feelingright/13201223.jpg" width="576" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favourite character! love the way he walks like tschus says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="440" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/feelingright/13201447.jpg" width="576" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girl was really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="440" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/feelingright/13202016.jpg" width="576" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY FAVOURITE ACT. SERIOUSLY GOOD. the other hoop one i couldn't find any pictures in the book. but yes. this is THE best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(apologies for the pictures taken from the book. i have no scanner that's why)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;QUIDAM WAS GREAT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's such an understatement. enjoyed it like mad. through out the show, it was like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"OMG OMG OMG." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"so cool the cart wheel. ahh i want to do the front flip."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"SHE DID A CHUAN FAN SHEN WHILE PLAYING WITH LE DIABLOS (!!!)"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I CAN DO A BACKFLIP JOYCE. I CAN DO IT!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the clowns were real funny. and the acts were so body stretching. esp the one with the red cloth. i think it was meant to signify birth from a baby. the way they did it, it was just amazing. yeah. and the other one (another one i liked), that which had two people in parallel, clad in only undergarments; the way they entered, i didn't even know they entered at all! and when they emerged it was like. woah. and the whole muscle control and body control thing is like, gasp. the whole place was quiet and all. then people were clapping. i was kinda not clapping at all, coz i was like staring intently. yes. looking rather. and the best part was, during the stunt, the stage was circulating! like moving in circles in a way. i think that one signified the creation of man. (maybe when i'm not so lazy, i'll load that picture up). another one was the hoops! i mean, three of them were in each their own hoop. and they were twirling, circulating (I DON'T KNOW WHATS THE WORD FOR IT!) and even like curled around it. these were those acts i really liked. oh i love the girl. and my favourite character. he's like the nemesis or something like that. i think. yeah but the whole thing was real abstract (quote tschus). all in all, it was great. had loadsa fun just watching it and looking around at all the merchandise- IT WAS SO PRETTY. esp the shirts. like it had dancers, and like slogans on your shirts. not your typical black shirt which is baggy and says "QUIDAM" in orange, yellow or whatever. no logos, AT ALL. even if there was, it's not obvious really.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's gonna be an exciting day. going shopping with lava, that is if she gets her money. LAVA GET YOUR MONEY :( and my nice nice nice friend has left the cyber world because her mum stole her com. CRIES. her entertainment is taken away (quote lava)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i still want that red shirt and jacket. mum i know you love me. ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i think this is long enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm thankful for everything-you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more day till i have taken that step to becoming old. YAY?&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112921194649582065?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112921194649582065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112921194649582065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/10/photolog.html' title='photolog!'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112895376511082970</id><published>2005-10-10T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T22:16:05.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i still believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i believed, and now it's done. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you said you could mend my broken heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but how are you supposed to do it for two &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HEARTBROKEN GIRLS! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kekekeke. look for me for what happened! SHO DE EXCITING NIAHXZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's the last, and i got plans! i'm a happy girl. good enough for me. (: apparently wed there's chalet. but, quidam clashes. and i want to go out with before that. DECISION DECISION DECISION! THIS WEEK IS AN EXCITING WEEK! so happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;break loose, what's new?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112895376511082970?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112895376511082970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112895376511082970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-still-believe.html' title='i still believe'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112885896246786727</id><published>2005-10-09T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T22:07:42.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 more days!</title><content type='html'>today is a slack day. shouldn't be the case, but i feel like i'm on holiday. i'm tired. really tired. why? because i am ________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. &lt;strong&gt;5 &lt;/strong&gt;MORE DAYS! till i am 14. i suppose, that's a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;and exams are over in &lt;strong&gt;2 &lt;/strong&gt;more days. got loads planned out! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOUTH CONFERENCE IS IN LIKE TWO MONTHS. yay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kinda just filled up my form. hope ______ can go conference. i'll pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lava&lt;/strong&gt;, don't you love mittens? &lt;s&gt;and of course secrets.&lt;/s&gt; TSK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday is gen 3. &lt;em&gt;i'm not complaining!&lt;/em&gt; there's no more papers anyway. so yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need to continue with my love-hate relationship with d&amp;t and history.&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112885896246786727?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112885896246786727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112885896246786727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/10/5-more-days.html' title='5 more days!'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112874377828347008</id><published>2005-10-08T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T12:00:30.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay!</title><content type='html'>this is currently my wallpaper, and i am a very happy person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEC TWO CRESCENT DANCERS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 587px; HEIGHT: 438px" height="687" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/feelingright/forblog.jpg" width="913" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHO DE KEWLXZ EH!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 while i wait for cara to come. gonna create a button if i'm not to busy and it's not too ugly. i shall try! should be studying. so yes. i'm excited about quidam and after exams and like, this is eternity for some reason. press on. hold on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112874377828347008?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112874377828347008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112874377828347008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/10/yay.html' title='yay!'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112868762601303822</id><published>2005-10-07T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T20:38:50.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bloggers back to normal</title><content type='html'>blogger's back to normal. not in a mood to study at all, but i shall try okay. really i will and i shall.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking what i should do after exams, and i got stuff planned out already:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. get back to &lt;strong&gt;church&lt;/strong&gt; on saturdays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;QUIDAM&lt;/strong&gt; (confirmed) wednesday, 12 oct, 8pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;DANCE. DANCE&lt;/strong&gt;. i must go PA by hook or by crook. parents can't say anything anymore. i want to dance. i want to get back to school on monday and thursday afternoon to &lt;strong&gt;DANCE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. ice skating with ___________ (who wants to go?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. canoeing with __________ (who wants to go?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 .shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. get my ben and jerry's. ben and jerry's i love you. oh haagen daz, you shouldn't be jealous because i love you too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. go get my camera for my birthday. dad remembers, right? HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. swimming with __________ (who wants to go?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. STRETCH. SPLIT. FLIP. JUMP.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE dance for laughter,&lt;br /&gt;WE dance for tears,&lt;br /&gt;WE dance for madness,&lt;br /&gt;WE dance for fears,&lt;br /&gt;WE dance for hopes,&lt;br /&gt;WE dance for screams,&lt;br /&gt;WE are the dancers,&lt;br /&gt;WE create the dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i miss crezdance.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(notice the &lt;strong&gt;WE&lt;/strong&gt;? yeah it's a group effort)&lt;br /&gt;oh credits to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cheefy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;1. english&lt;br /&gt;2. chinese&lt;br /&gt;3. lit&lt;br /&gt;4. science&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. history&lt;br /&gt;6. d&amp;amp;t&lt;br /&gt;7. math&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;four down, three to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lit and science are OVER the most harrowing subjects. but now, it's math and i'll keep press on.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to jeremy for science. lava, germ and joyce says thank you!&lt;br /&gt;thanks to ben for science too. lava and joyce says thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;why can't i be good at science LEH!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause' i still believe, in Your faithfulness&lt;br /&gt;cause' i still believe, in Your truth&lt;br /&gt;cause' i still believe in Your holy words&lt;br /&gt;even when i don't see,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i still believe. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-jeremy camp &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been holding on to that.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DANCE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you won't know it, till you &lt;em&gt;feel&lt;/em&gt; it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112868762601303822?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112868762601303822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112868762601303822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/10/bloggers-back-to-normal.html' title='bloggers back to normal'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112859020839838867</id><published>2005-10-06T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T17:16:48.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm at macs</title><content type='html'>at macs now. i'm not hungry and i can die. i think songs do me good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112859020839838867?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112859020839838867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112859020839838867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-at-macs.html' title='i&apos;m at macs'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112852372845419279</id><published>2005-10-05T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T22:48:48.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>adelene</title><content type='html'>i'm dedicatin a whole post to adelene.&lt;br /&gt;DAMN SHE'S MAD.&lt;br /&gt;i am NOT JOKING. what's wrong with her!&lt;br /&gt;SWOONING IS THE WORD.&lt;br /&gt;aiyah that's all for today!&lt;br /&gt;i know she loves her name. and she likes red now i think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112852372845419279?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112852372845419279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112852372845419279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/10/adelene.html' title='adelene'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112843267608943010</id><published>2005-10-04T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T21:31:16.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey love.</title><content type='html'>been talking about TWITS THE WHOLE DAY! i should go worship them or something man. i mean. if you can type hElLox. nIaHzx nn oYcE gOnNa cUtt MoHawWk styLOO maNx! you're pro. you type even faster than me dammit! LAVA AND I ARE GOING TO CUT MOHAWK STYLE MAN! SO UBER THE KEWL CAN?! HAHA. and ben as been teaching us the HEARTLANDER LANGUAGE LORH. realli cool leh. c'mon lets go get a pink skirt lava.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my science is in a worse state than math. how ironic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112843267608943010?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112843267608943010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112843267608943010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/10/hey-love.html' title='hey love.'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112834044076128491</id><published>2005-10-03T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T19:54:01.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TODAY!</title><content type='html'>chinese today leh. how? well. i'm glad i finished. it. please pray i pass. i was really going to &lt;em&gt;break down and cry&lt;/em&gt; like before the compo paper. i prayed before the paper. and &lt;strong&gt;isaiah 40:31&lt;/strong&gt; was in my mind. and i was humming &lt;strong&gt;in Christ alone&lt;/strong&gt; during my paper. brought about such reassurance. really. best part was before paper two. she gave us ten minutes to stone. i was really calm and collected. not freaking out like the first paper. i really thank God for that. i don't really care anymore for now. it's over. and i'm moving on. &lt;em&gt;no more fears. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two down, five to go! and i konw i'm not alone. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lit &amp; science&lt;br /&gt;history &amp;amp; d&amp;amp;t&lt;br /&gt;math!&lt;br /&gt;(and after that it's just: "OH WHATEVER")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112834044076128491?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112834044076128491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112834044076128491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/10/today.html' title='TODAY!'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112826614444001322</id><published>2005-10-02T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T23:15:44.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm running after you.</title><content type='html'>i don't care people will say&lt;br /&gt;i'm running after You&lt;br /&gt;i won't turn back and go their way&lt;br /&gt;i'm running after You&lt;br /&gt;no matter what may come my way&lt;br /&gt;i'm running after You&lt;br /&gt;it's you i'm following you today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm running after You.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese paper tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;please pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;please. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112826614444001322?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112826614444001322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112826614444001322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-running-after-you.html' title='i&apos;m running after you.'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112816913947649697</id><published>2005-10-01T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T20:19:02.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reply to tags</title><content type='html'>i need to reply since 26th september. A LOT of tags. show's that people are reading my blog. yay! haha.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;benk: HELLO. YOU MADE A NEW FRIEND HOT AND FUNKY LAVA LAMP! how exciting right. you meet a new friend during my history lessons. and she says that you're funny. (lava should be reading)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matt: diversion of limelight is not a very good thing....  HAHA aye your national pics. oh ben knows only lava lah. haha. you jealous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;germ: we'll study together next time okay. lit and math. (: we will do this together in His grace okay. take care dear. yes i will sms you next time also. haha. germ! ME AND LAVALAMP AND YOU CAN MUG TOGETHER! (: we will make it okay!!! haha. yes. i want to ponn next week to catch up with sleep and work. how, EXCITING. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lava: lava darrlinnggg. i bet mugging's good for you. when you want to schedule another lit marathorn? YOU ARE A CHENG GONG MUGGER! (: yes you and i are! i believe oh so earnestly! take care DARRLAVA. haha. oh and ben finds you funny too. (DO YOU SEE THE IRONY IN MY REPLY?) lava lamp, the hottest new thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jem: haha. yes i will. i'll keep trying. and i don't really intend to stick to failure. you too okay. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huishan: HELLO HUISHAN! yes dublin mudslide is like SO GOOD. haha i don't mind putting on weight for that! haha. yeahh see you around soon! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanting: hey! YOU TOO! haha all the best for eoys (THOUGHT ITS A BIT LATE AFTER ENGLISH) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sandra: YES HE IS SO MUCH BETTER THAN CHAD. LAFFERTY! :] totally de kewlxz nehxz! haha. one tree hill babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jacq: yeah i'm doing the same we're all gonna ponn. sc,cedar,crescent,kc,acsi then that leaves erm nanyang and hwi? nanyang got like exams next week? haha if not it leaves only jiaxi and lisheng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ersy: thanks ersy! you too! take care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112816913947649697?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112816913947649697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112816913947649697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/10/reply-to-tags.html' title='reply to tags'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112810756144692655</id><published>2005-10-01T02:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T03:12:41.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't care what people will say</title><content type='html'>LIT MARATHORN! joyce and lavania. ends as of 241. started at 2030. next week want another lava? i'ts exhausing though! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112810756144692655?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112810756144692655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112810756144692655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-dont-care-what-people-will-say_01.html' title='i don&apos;t care what people will say'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112810610501367674</id><published>2005-10-01T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T02:48:25.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't care what people will say</title><content type='html'>LIT MARATHORN! joyce and lavania. ends as of 241. started at 2030. next week want another lava? i'ts exhausing though! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112810610501367674?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112810610501367674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112810610501367674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-dont-care-what-people-will-say.html' title='i don&apos;t care what people will say'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112808279058473865</id><published>2005-09-30T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T20:19:50.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll try</title><content type='html'>i'm the one who can't make it.&lt;br /&gt;i'm the one who's slow.&lt;br /&gt;i'm the one who's odd.&lt;br /&gt;i'm the one who wants you &lt;strong&gt;gobsmacked&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(that would be below the priority of doing it for Him)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;aye germ if you read this call me okay. i want to ask you something. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112808279058473865?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112808279058473865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112808279058473865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/09/ill-try.html' title='i&apos;ll try'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112799012595215906</id><published>2005-09-29T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T18:35:25.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want birkies!!!</title><content type='html'>i want birkies. but i'm sure my mum will flip. so my excuse? MUM YOU GOT ONE ALREADY! yeah she does and she doesn't know. and now, i can say: JIE WANTS ONE TOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chuyun you could try this)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112799012595215906?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112799012595215906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112799012595215906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-want-birkies.html' title='i want birkies!!!'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112792074691655952</id><published>2005-09-28T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T23:19:06.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i didn't sing today. WHY LAVA WHY?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learning lab rocks. they gave me ben and jerry's ice cream vouchers. just get me ben and jerry's or haagen daz and i'll love you for life i tell you. oh are we still kids? i wonder. but DUBLIN MUDSLIDE IS GOOD STUFF.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teachers have been telling us about the hazards of blogging. isn't it equals them not wanting us to blog about them in short. coz they've been giving "warnings". i need to say this: BLOGS ARE OPEN SECRETS. isn't it true?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;germ just made me think of something: what if today was my last? new orleans, typhoon, hurricane, death. what would i regret? many things actually. really too many to count. all my wrong deeds. recorded in that book and the Lord will read it all out loud. would i be embarrassed? ashamed? scared? sometimes, it boils down to the most simple of things and yet we disappoint Him. we know it's wrong, yet we doing. is it part of being human? if it is, cruel that is. i've got so many people i love, i've got to share it.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was about to flame _______ . was irritating today. extremely. could kill. but no. when we praise God with this mouth of ours how can we say negative things from this same mouth too? something i'm trying to learn.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting caught up with studies is scary. it's like joyce=study. study circles my life or is my life? shouldn't be the case. not at all. really. maybe i shouldn't lose focus.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in CHRIST alone.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who has the song i'm running after you Lord? can send me? (:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care all. study hard for eoys&lt;br /&gt;and i'll be praying. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112792074691655952?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112792074691655952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112792074691655952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-didnt-sing-today_28.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112773168304824357</id><published>2005-09-26T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T18:48:03.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>loved</title><content type='html'>i'm so glad, i did work till late. (: prayer does really work wonders. &lt;em&gt;thank You. &lt;/em&gt;i'm gonna just keep trying, keeping aiming, and keep hoping, keep praying. i'm not gonna go out there and say i'm stressed, because i wanna like what i am doing. holding on and on.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply to tags!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lava&lt;/strong&gt;: tell me when you ponn okay. i need some extra time to erm. study? haha. we need to plan sorta a schedule!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;benk&lt;/strong&gt;: haha ben you've seen my hair. it's punk? i don't know lah. i just know it's fuss free and good for exam modes. HAHA. btw. WHAT'S WITH THE BALD PART? haha. btw. i'm talking about another mindset to determine to work hard ;) thanks anyway. also, it's no longer a debate if he talks to himself, it kinda becomes like a talkshow? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yenfang&lt;/strong&gt;: omg you said i'm hot?! HAHA. hello anyway. all the best for eoy's! i shall determine to tell the difference between the felicia and felissa sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jacq&lt;/strong&gt;: HEY JACQ ARE YOU GONNA DO HOMEWORK? is there any in the first place? we're getting ben and jerry's vouchers from learning lab i think! heard it's super good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cheekeeng&lt;/strong&gt;: OKAY NOW I KNOW WHY YOU PUKED. haha i don't do that. it's ultimate madness. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;carolyn&lt;/strong&gt;: hey! haha how did you find my blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;germ&lt;/strong&gt;: hey germiee! i read! anyway. lets keep holding on upon His word to pull us through this period of exams. do it for Him(: will be praying for you! and i think we should pray for all those people too.. you think? btw. i think adel as DITSY sounds cool. i wanna be vacuum. sounds COOLER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;matt&lt;/strong&gt;: hey. haha it's okay lah. nevermind. next week or something lah. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;soph&lt;/strong&gt;: wha. what you talking about. who's the one who's currently in a mix school now? and who's the one WHO HAS HORDES OF GUYS ON HER BACK &lt;strong&gt;BEGGING FOR HER NUMBER&lt;/strong&gt;? tsk. soph has grown up so much, that i must bet that she would be attached first. HAH!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;em&gt;finally &lt;/em&gt;passed that little test. scraped rather. but you see, i'm glad. i'll just keep on trying for a better, more &lt;strong&gt;decent&lt;/strong&gt; grade. but, i am happy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking on my table&lt;em&gt;, i got 5 math assignments: tuition. 3 mocks, 2 ws, and one topic test. AH THAT MAKES THAT 6. haha no wonder i failed math. (NOT ANYMORE BABY!) got 2 sets of eoy science paper that can be taken off mlg. go see guys. i think gkc say must do. and i got 1 ying yong wen, 1 zuo wen, 2 lian xi, 1 mock, 1 tian kong, 1 ws for chinese. history is like..........&lt;/em&gt; and the list &lt;strong&gt;goes on&lt;/strong&gt;. kill me?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think &lt;strong&gt;WHITE SKIRTS ARE SHO DE UBER HIPPXZ&lt;/strong&gt;. yes. esp when you wear striking _________ &lt;s&gt;underneath. (clue: i think you know)&lt;/s&gt; SHO DE UBER HIPPXZ also when you're wearing a &lt;s&gt;beach-ish&lt;/s&gt; ________ on a cloudy sad and depressing day. &lt;s&gt;brigthens up the atmosphere&lt;/s&gt; with us &lt;s&gt;laughing&lt;/s&gt; quietly sobbing. thanks for that. &lt;strong&gt;:] lava tsk! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to work. praying for you all &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;ps: love songs 2001 cd is GREAT for studying math for some &lt;em&gt;absurd reason.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112773168304824357?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112773168304824357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112773168304824357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/09/loved.html' title='loved'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112765425939816433</id><published>2005-09-25T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T21:17:39.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>subject rankings</title><content type='html'>liking of subjects at present. 1 being the most and 7 being the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. MATH! my new fave.&lt;br /&gt;2. science&lt;br /&gt;3. english&lt;br /&gt;4. chinese&lt;br /&gt;5. history&lt;br /&gt;6. lit&lt;br /&gt;7. d&amp;t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes. stay tuned to further rankings.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mindset. mindset. mindset. mindset. (help me Lord.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in Christ alone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(no other substitute for that. it just isn't &lt;em&gt;worth it&lt;/em&gt;.) &lt;strong&gt;:]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;praying for you all. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112765425939816433?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112765425939816433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112765425939816433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/09/subject-rankings.html' title='subject rankings'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112754750252290906</id><published>2005-09-24T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T15:38:22.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reply to tags</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;TSCHUS!&lt;/strong&gt;: tschus! YO BABE, I'M THAT STAR THAT DROPS FROM THE SKY GIRL! AHHAHAHA. fitting into image. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;germ&lt;/strong&gt;: yeah i am worried too. yeah we know who. you konw who i know who as long we don't say who! &lt;3 dear. i kinda started. take care. love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lava&lt;/strong&gt;: darling! we're both sick and at home! three cheers for home! HAHA TSK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nikki&lt;/strong&gt;: yepp. TOLERATION TOLERATION THIS IS THE GAME OF TOLERATION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;adelene and cheekeeng&lt;/strong&gt;: i drink coffee in moderation. and i have to admit, i am gooder than adelene. how to throw up on caffine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ben&lt;/strong&gt;: haha. i cut my hair again. i really look bung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;matt&lt;/strong&gt;: haha. debate's on what? and again? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta. got lots more to blog, but LAZY LAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112754750252290906?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112754750252290906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112754750252290906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/09/reply-to-tags_24.html' title='reply to tags'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112739362735094112</id><published>2005-09-22T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T20:53:47.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my hair is screwed</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;my hair is screwed &lt;/strong&gt;for some reason, i look like a bung. as in it's just short. really short. the auntie was pmsing and probably took it out on my hair. what's new. the person with the siccors (SP?!) gets the most power baby! x)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when there's despair, there's only one to rely on- &lt;strong&gt;Him&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holding on and on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112739362735094112?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112739362735094112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112739362735094112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-hair-is-screwed.html' title='my hair is screwed'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112735883008133963</id><published>2005-09-22T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T11:13:50.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gah</title><content type='html'>they are all just freaking &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;bitches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and idiots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's new? i just refuse to want to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112735883008133963?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112735883008133963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112735883008133963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/09/gah.html' title='gah'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112712627175366144</id><published>2005-09-19T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T18:37:52.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reply to tags</title><content type='html'>a lot ot tags since saturday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GERM&lt;/strong&gt;: haha thanks gerrmieeworrrmieee. anyway. CLASSIFY APPEAL?! like what the hell there isn't such a thing can?! okay. music appeal? haha. germ i should be asking you hor. when you heard guitar you were like okay okay average. HAHA TSK! what a question to ask germ. really. HOW WOULD HE KNOW ANYWAY! hopefully not. because it's your reputation. anyway. thanks for the encouragement! (: we'll both be holding on to His love and grace this crazy and mad rushing period. let's do it all for Him. &lt;3 EUU GERMXZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEN AND MATT&lt;/strong&gt;: haha okay no more debate. so i think my tagboard is freezed at the moment? haha anyway thanks matt. i practice taboo in english tuition. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOPH: &lt;/strong&gt;sophia. too much science is it? cause you to become like that! WHY! anyway here's one to you. soph goes woph! and she does her whooping oath! do that dance girl! so that you can rock the world! ah equally lame. but love you lots. take care. haven't talked to you in A-G-E-S. the stones would have already started to break down into bedrock by then. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KAMIEW: &lt;/strong&gt;huh? where did i ask you to go? e-mail? anyway all the best for eoys! (: haha. take care! and lit is quite fun if you write a whole lot of insensible things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHEEKEENG: &lt;/strong&gt;why coffeeshop auntie! LIKE COFFEE IS SHO DE HIPXZ DE KEWLXZ WORXZ. really. haha. kept me awake till 4 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DARRLAVA: &lt;/strong&gt;yes i should go endorse coffee darling. i think will. who wants to endorse me ah? I ENDORSE COFFEE ICECREAM ALSO! (: ahha anyway. WHY YOU PONN. IRRITATING MANXZ. i WANT TO PONN AND STUDY ALSO OKIEXZ. GARHHHH. anyway. quidam? i want to go manxz!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was the long reply to tags. now for something funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Top Ten Reasons to Take Chemistry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)  It's fun to say "Erlenmeyer"&lt;br /&gt;9)  If your parents ground you, dissolve their car! 8&lt;br /&gt;)  &lt;a href="http://misterguch.brinkster.net/chilirecipe.html"&gt;Mr. Guch's Chili Recipe!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)  Colleges like it more than &lt;a href="http://misterguch.brinkster.net/basketweaving.html"&gt;"Basketweaving 101"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)  It makes you look smart, like what's his name, that physics dude in the wheelchair&lt;br /&gt;5)  Find out what's in your school lunch!&lt;br /&gt;4)  You don't have to mess with dead things like in Biology.&lt;br /&gt;3)  Goggles, Goggles, Goggles!&lt;br /&gt;2)  You don't have to get all sweaty like you do in P.E.&lt;br /&gt;1)  Many major corporations are now asking applicants to balance equations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love ta, take care.&lt;br /&gt;WHILE CHUYUN IS STILL TSCHUS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112712627175366144?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112712627175366144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112712627175366144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/09/reply-to-tags.html' title='reply to tags'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112696583091744928</id><published>2005-09-17T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T22:03:50.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're gonna be my magnificent obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;You're gonna be my magnificent Obsession &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool song germ sent me.&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU GERRMIEEWORRMIE! (:&lt;br /&gt;love you for the times i can go to you after my results.&lt;br /&gt;horrible most of the time leh. how?!&lt;br /&gt;anyway mug hard for eoys LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on this reading thing lately.&lt;br /&gt;books lah. chick-lit and funny.&lt;br /&gt;can't take anything heavy for my weak mind now.&lt;br /&gt;no energy to think already-really.&lt;br /&gt;i want to watch a movie. anyone game?&lt;br /&gt;yes you don't have to tell me it's exam time.&lt;br /&gt;i kinda know that ;)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DARR LAVA! I MISS YOU LOADS LEH!&lt;br /&gt;WHERE ARE YOU ONLINE?&lt;br /&gt;YOU KINDA ABSENT YOURSELF.&lt;br /&gt;AND PONNED YOUR ONLINE SCHOOLING&lt;br /&gt;FROM 8-11. shucks sorry too much coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway go germ's blog for awesome lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://walkinginhislight.blogspot.com"&gt;http://walkinginhislight.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry lazy to link. 15sept post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112696583091744928?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112696583091744928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112696583091744928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/09/youre-gonna-be-my-magnificent.html' title='You&apos;re gonna be my magnificent obsession'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112687000757303768</id><published>2005-09-16T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T19:26:47.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i need to care.</title><content type='html'>x)&lt;br /&gt;button smiles.&lt;br /&gt;wish i could smile that way.&lt;br /&gt;but nope. everyone takes it too seriously.&lt;br /&gt;and probably,&lt;br /&gt;i just don't think the way they think.&lt;br /&gt;i don't have the intellectual to think that way.&lt;br /&gt;and probably,&lt;br /&gt;don't have the ability.&lt;br /&gt;and so, stop trying to make me feel horrible.&lt;br /&gt;i already am.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm loud, because, i hide that fear?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112687000757303768?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112687000757303768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112687000757303768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-need-to-care.html' title='i need to care.'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112643099806678681</id><published>2005-09-11T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T17:29:58.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all who call</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;all who call,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;on the name of Jesus,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;all who call,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;will be saved.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;all who call, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;on the name of Jesus,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;find His love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;find His grace. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you got the full lyrics?&lt;br /&gt;send to me okay?&lt;br /&gt;thanks.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna depend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112643099806678681?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112643099806678681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112643099806678681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/09/all-who-call.html' title='all who call'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112626802443881361</id><published>2005-09-09T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T20:13:44.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(: album cover rockxz</title><content type='html'>the used album cover's &lt;strong&gt;cool&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;partly why i want the album.&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE &lt;strong&gt;BLACK. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;WHITE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;that being the only reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why i want the album.&lt;br /&gt;but their songs are pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;so oh well. just buy lah.&lt;br /&gt;if not, &lt;em&gt;infringe copyright rules HOW?! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. (yeah right)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've actually got a funny post.&lt;br /&gt;but i've become lazy.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll entertain you later.&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112626802443881361?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112626802443881361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112626802443881361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/09/album-cover-rockxz.html' title='(: album cover rockxz'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112619018287359418</id><published>2005-09-08T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T22:36:22.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all that i've got</title><content type='html'>wow. almost a week.&lt;br /&gt;nearly unproductive.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna keep trying.&lt;br /&gt;i have to.&lt;br /&gt;i can't just give up just like that.&lt;br /&gt;just because one freaking week was&lt;br /&gt;ALMOST wasted.&lt;br /&gt;i can't just stop there,&lt;br /&gt;because it has happened&lt;br /&gt;too many times already.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just need a hug sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112619018287359418?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112619018287359418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112619018287359418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/09/all-that-ive-got.html' title='all that i&apos;ve got'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112610328161122028</id><published>2005-09-07T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T22:28:01.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i've read something</title><content type='html'>are You all i'm living for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shucks. i don't know anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know. but i want it to be that way.&lt;br /&gt;sidetracking half the time,&lt;br /&gt;finding thousands of excuses.&lt;br /&gt;what is it coming to anyway.&lt;br /&gt;pull me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;please? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it isn't so easy.&lt;br /&gt;wasn't it?&lt;br /&gt;are you there?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the drive is gone.&lt;br /&gt;everything is.&lt;br /&gt;this is usually a time of cold expressions.&lt;br /&gt;incessant papers.&lt;br /&gt;but wait. something's missing.&lt;br /&gt;and it has always been.&lt;br /&gt;so many times.&lt;br /&gt;and that is probably one crappy crucial mistake&lt;br /&gt;i ALWAYS make.&lt;br /&gt;and i can't let it go wrong this time.&lt;br /&gt;i just can't.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm always being pulled back.&lt;br /&gt;to the same failure.&lt;br /&gt;THAT one.&lt;br /&gt;it's just. wrong.&lt;br /&gt;i dare not face up to see what's in store.&lt;br /&gt;it all comes down the the freaking bottom line is it.&lt;br /&gt;i regret. i regret like crap.&lt;br /&gt;and nothing can help me right?&lt;br /&gt;is that all there is to it?&lt;br /&gt;i'm seriously numbed to like _______&lt;br /&gt;and nothing's working.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll come back again&lt;br /&gt;when i know what i'm typing away.&lt;br /&gt;maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3tajoyce.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112610328161122028?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112610328161122028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112610328161122028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/09/ive-read-something.html' title='i&apos;ve read something'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112600617269255193</id><published>2005-09-06T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T19:29:32.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chocolate's good</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i'm seeing a big hoo ha over my darling. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-CHOCOLATE BABY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;who generated it?&lt;br /&gt;MATTHEW. how wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;and oh the chocolate tasted good.&lt;br /&gt;and soon everyone else started&lt;br /&gt;commenting on my chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE SPARE THE INNOCENT.&lt;br /&gt;joyceyap's parents freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;WHY?! AUNTIE AND UNCLE!&lt;br /&gt;CHOCOLATE IS GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;IT KEEPS YOU HIGH AND HEALTHY.&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS IN READERS DIGEST AND AS PART OF&lt;br /&gt;YOUR DIET! SO EAT CHOCOLATE TODAY! (:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. haven't been blogging lately.&lt;br /&gt;busy lazy lah.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH 56 concert.&lt;br /&gt;going with bestie, and cousin huiling and wendy.&lt;br /&gt;expo this time leh.&lt;br /&gt;not so fun liaoxz.&lt;br /&gt;better get their album maxz.&lt;br /&gt;BESTIE YAY!&lt;br /&gt;haah.&lt;br /&gt;you know what i mean cheefy.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3tajoyce.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112600617269255193?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112600617269255193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112600617269255193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/09/chocolates-good.html' title='chocolate&apos;s good'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112540567821127610</id><published>2005-08-30T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T20:41:18.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't know what to blog,&lt;br /&gt;other than just to say:&lt;br /&gt;my future is well.&lt;br /&gt;in the pits?&lt;br /&gt;aiyah all i know is that&lt;br /&gt;end of years is just gonna be&lt;br /&gt;a caffinated one.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmrw is teacher's day&lt;br /&gt;still don't know whether i'm going back rg.&lt;br /&gt;i think i will. haha.&lt;br /&gt;need the mian lah. haven't eaten in AGES.&lt;br /&gt;shucks i miss alot of things from rg.&lt;br /&gt;crescent's just different.&lt;br /&gt;so much more different.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i was exposed faster than i expected.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with every slow song i listen to,&lt;br /&gt;i think of ______________&lt;br /&gt;which is sad.&lt;br /&gt;miss you.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can do all things in &lt;strong&gt;CHRIST &lt;/strong&gt;who strengthens me (:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there you'll be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will you all be there when ________ happens.&lt;br /&gt;i hate to see another replay and act like&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chuyun and i went on a purposeful shopping trip today.&lt;br /&gt;did that sound right? i suppose it did.&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;we were at marks and spencers.&lt;br /&gt;and omy&lt;br /&gt;the chocolate buttons are good.&lt;br /&gt;and i kept on emphasizing that she is pmsing.&lt;br /&gt;so she got chocolate and i got to eat too.&lt;br /&gt;after she leave: no one go home with me.&lt;br /&gt;no one to pucker up with leh.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah. i'm supposed to be a good girl.&lt;br /&gt;but aiyah. i'm too lazy.&lt;br /&gt;i'll start soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3tajoyce.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112540567821127610?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112540567821127610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112540567821127610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-dont-know-what-to-blog-other-than.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112522070540041233</id><published>2005-08-28T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T17:18:25.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>teacher's day.</title><content type='html'>had teachers day celebration today in church.&lt;br /&gt;we realised that our batch is extremely small.&lt;br /&gt;or rather. it's just the guys.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;today was okay i guess.&lt;br /&gt;I WANTED TO GO PA.&lt;br /&gt;AND MUM HAPPILY TOLD ME IT'S&lt;br /&gt;MY UNCLE'S BIRTHDAY.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my. goblet of fire is exciting.&lt;br /&gt;shucks. i'm in this mood to watch movies on end&lt;br /&gt;like a movie marathorn or what not.&lt;br /&gt;i need movies.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've realised many things,&lt;br /&gt;and there's no use being too nice.&lt;br /&gt;so that's that.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah today is randomness day.&lt;br /&gt;and i haven't seen lava&lt;br /&gt;or nise nise the WHOLE weekend.&lt;br /&gt;feels weird.&lt;br /&gt;hope she doesn't _______ tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3tajoyce.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112522070540041233?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112522070540041233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112522070540041233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/08/teachers-day.html' title='teacher&apos;s day.'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112510154873927376</id><published>2005-08-27T07:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T08:16:25.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gawwwsh.</title><content type='html'>ah.&lt;br /&gt;well. the pain of&lt;br /&gt;ALL the common test papers are back.&lt;br /&gt;let's review the pain shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;english- 79%&lt;br /&gt;math- 60%&lt;br /&gt;chinese- failed&lt;br /&gt;science- 67%&lt;br /&gt;history- failed&lt;br /&gt;lit- 88%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;average amounts up to: 61%&lt;br /&gt;painful painful.&lt;br /&gt;but really, thank God i had lit&lt;br /&gt;and english to give me a 60+%&lt;br /&gt;looks nicer and you'll actually feel&lt;br /&gt;a LITTLE better.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/shop?d=hv&amp;cf=pg&amp;amp;photoid=581767&amp;amp;id=1808475610"&gt;goblet of fire cast&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there. this is MY favourite.&lt;br /&gt;omy. i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;harry's getting. older.&lt;br /&gt;and hermione's getting. prettier.&lt;br /&gt;and ron's getting. funnier.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, people do change eh?&lt;br /&gt;i don't know, but&lt;br /&gt;every time the next movie comes,&lt;br /&gt;the props are grander.&lt;br /&gt;even the weasely's home.&lt;br /&gt;i imagined a lot of things to be a little more...&lt;br /&gt;not so grand?&lt;br /&gt;somehow, after every year,&lt;br /&gt;their robe materials&lt;br /&gt;are getting better.&lt;br /&gt;i think make too much money liao. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harry: he looks more mature. but i think he's uglier. at one point harry does have long-er hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ron: OMY HIS LONG HAIR IS COOOOOL. love the orange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hermione: ah well. she's prettier by the movies i guess. she looks good wearing a gown. what's new. she's pretty anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cedric diggory: ah well. he's handsome alright. got that british look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fleur: i love her eyes. looks quite enchanting i must say. her hair is veela-ish blond and cascading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;krum: AHHH. krum. he looks like some football player or some sports man. he looks perfectly fine but i kinda imagined him to be a little like tom riddle in chamber of secrets. after all, many girls do like him eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cho: omy. she's such a disappointment. not pretty even though she's like mixed?! i think they so should have chosen boa or something. i even think her 'fake' whom everyone thought it was her is so much prettier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ritaskeeter: hm i imagined her to be a little not so high and mighty-ish look. but i'm wrong. she looks gossipy alright. &lt;strong&gt;( LAVA, NISE NISE, LEARN LEARN!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lord voldermort: he looks quite good you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credited cast:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0705356/"&gt;Daniel Radcliffe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0342488/"&gt;Rupert Grint&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Ron Weasley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0914612/"&gt;Emma Watson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Hermione Granger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001059/"&gt;Robbie Coltrane&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Rubeus Hagrid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000146/"&gt;Ralph Fiennes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Lord Voldemort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0002091/"&gt;Michael Gambon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Albus Dumbledore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0322407/"&gt;Brendan Gleeson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Professor Alastor 'Mad-Eye' Moody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005042/"&gt;Jason Isaacs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Lucius Malfoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000198/"&gt;Gary Oldman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Sirius Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001669/"&gt;Miranda Richardson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Rita Skeeter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000614/"&gt;Alan Rickman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Professor Severus Snape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001749/"&gt;Maggie Smith&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Professor Minerva McGonagall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001758/"&gt;Timothy Spall&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Peter Pettigrew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rest of cast listed alphabetically:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1715136/"&gt;Afshan Azad&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Padma Patil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1637962/"&gt;Tiana Benjamin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Angelina Johnson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0084759/"&gt;Predrag Bjelac&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Igor Karkaroff (as Pedja Bjelac)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0103195/"&gt;David Bradley&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Argus Filch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1715231/"&gt;Shefali Chowdhury&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Parvati Patil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1006741/"&gt;Jarvis Cocker&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Band Member&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001116/"&gt;Warwick Davis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Professor Flitwick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0209428/"&gt;Frances de la Tour&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Madame Maxime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1218560/"&gt;Louis Doyle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Ernie MacMillian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0257917/"&gt;Alfred Enoch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Dean Thomas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0271657/"&gt;Tom Felton&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Draco Malfoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0339351/"&gt;Jonny Greenwood&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Band Member&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0362735/"&gt;Robert Hardy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Cornelius Fudge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0376602/"&gt;Shirley Henderson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Moaning Myrtle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0378830/"&gt;Joshua Herdman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Gregory Goyle (as Josh Herdman)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1648506/"&gt;Stanislav Ianevski&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Viktor Krum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1648520/"&gt;Katie Leung&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Cho Chang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0507535/"&gt;Matthew Lewis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Neville Longbottom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1631222/"&gt;Henry Lloyd-Hughes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Roger Davies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0516181/"&gt;Roger Lloyd-Pack&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Barty Crouch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1701596/"&gt;Angelica Mandy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Gabrielle Delacour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1701576/"&gt;William Melling&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Nigel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0614912/"&gt;Devon Murray&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Seamus Finnigan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1500155/"&gt;Robert Pattinson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Cedric Diggory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0962359/"&gt;James Phelps&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Fred Weasley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0962360/"&gt;Oliver Phelps&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;George Weasley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0993242/"&gt;Clémence Poésy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Fleur Delacour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0712575/"&gt;Jeff Rawle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Amos Diggory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0712628/"&gt;Adrian Rawlins&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;James Potter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1670700/"&gt;Tolga Safer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Karkaroff's Aide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0783621/"&gt;Phil Selway&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Band Member&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1217942/"&gt;Charlotte Skeoch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Hannah Abbot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0813893/"&gt;Geraldine Somerville&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Lily Potter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0855039/"&gt;David Tennant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Barty Crouch Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0915488/"&gt;Jamie Waylett&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Vincent Crabbe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0928894/"&gt;Robert Wilfort&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0931247/"&gt;Mark Williams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Arthur Weasley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0942247/"&gt;Bonnie Wright&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Ginny Weasley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(click on their real names for pictures)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there. the cast. for more you could visit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0330373/fullcredits"&gt;cast&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trailer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://harrypotter.warnerbros.co.uk/gobletoffire/"&gt;goblet of fire trailer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy people! (:&lt;br /&gt;while i go on a &lt;strong&gt;GOBLET OF FIRE FRENZY. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so excited for the movie lah.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3tajoyce&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112510154873927376?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112510154873927376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112510154873927376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/08/gawwwsh.html' title='gawwwsh.'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112497839066794855</id><published>2005-08-25T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T21:59:50.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DANCERS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BRING JEANS AND WHITE TEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TOMORROW GOT REHERSAL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PLEASE PASS THE WORD ALONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i am tired,&lt;br /&gt;and i wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;probably because i can't take the blow&lt;br /&gt;of my chinese&lt;br /&gt;being so extremely pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;ah i should just speak chinese from now onwards.&lt;br /&gt;i think.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to go now.&lt;br /&gt;bye (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;can't stop thinking of _________&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112497839066794855?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112497839066794855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112497839066794855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/08/dancers.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112480409269627343</id><published>2005-08-23T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T21:34:52.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ORALS TMRW?!</title><content type='html'>i've been a bad girl.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know there was chinese oral tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;i kept on thinking&lt;br /&gt;it was going to be next week.&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness it's oral.&lt;br /&gt;nothing to prepare anyway.&lt;br /&gt;just go there and talk crap.&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness cheefy told me.&lt;br /&gt;scared me to death.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i bet you're proud of me.&lt;br /&gt;i bought soluble ice coffee.&lt;br /&gt;YES it's extremely milky.&lt;br /&gt;and has a coffe taste there.&lt;br /&gt;and my caffine intake will be there.&lt;br /&gt;hope i'll be alive to do math tonight or something.&lt;br /&gt;chuyun, i've not been to ntuc in ages.&lt;br /&gt;shucks.&lt;br /&gt;how to be aspiring tai tai?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOODNESS.&lt;br /&gt;natalie embarasses you BIG TIME.&lt;br /&gt;worse than chuyun i tell you&lt;br /&gt;everyone was staring at her.&lt;br /&gt;like mad.&lt;br /&gt;she said some of these&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"joyce do i have wrinkles? if not i have to go for botox"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"why do you keep on doing that you're so irritating!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh my i should lower my volume everyone can hear our conversation"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"joyce the person opposite me is staring at me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this was toturous on the train from orchard,&lt;br /&gt;to bishan. (that's where she got off)&lt;br /&gt;pity weicheng though.&lt;br /&gt;and everyone, was staring at her.&lt;br /&gt;her voice was so loud.&lt;br /&gt;me chuyun and weicheng were like&lt;br /&gt;ignoring her&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry but, i couldn't help but laugh.&lt;br /&gt;oh well. natalie ah.&lt;br /&gt;-shakes head-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;busy busy busy!&lt;br /&gt;gotta go now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112480409269627343?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112480409269627343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112480409269627343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/08/orals-tmrw.html' title='ORALS TMRW?!'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112471631425720619</id><published>2005-08-22T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T21:11:54.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the gossip business.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;me and lava are &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;discussing important plans. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our business in crescent,&lt;br /&gt;and hopefully,&lt;br /&gt;stretching to njip too.&lt;br /&gt;hope we can come to a conclusion&lt;br /&gt;after much deliberation from such&lt;br /&gt;after a turn of issues.&lt;br /&gt;so we have a local, and&lt;br /&gt;abroad business (ref:nj)&lt;br /&gt;so yes. await the news.&lt;br /&gt;currently, the members.&lt;br /&gt;1.lava&lt;br /&gt;2.me&lt;br /&gt;3.nisenise&lt;br /&gt;4.yunnisy&lt;br /&gt;5._______&lt;br /&gt;plans are being made for the fifth.&lt;br /&gt;currently,&lt;br /&gt;three will be involved with the business abroad.&lt;br /&gt;so leaves me to do the dirt here.&lt;br /&gt;how exciting.&lt;br /&gt;new plans shall be updated.&lt;br /&gt;soon i think.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah. chuyun and i at the kfc branch&lt;br /&gt;unfortunate incidents meeting guys&lt;br /&gt;with long hair.&lt;br /&gt;one had rebonded and coloured his hair&lt;br /&gt;the other just plain fizzy and curly&lt;br /&gt;cascading down his shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;wait drooping.&lt;br /&gt;second unfortunate one;&lt;br /&gt;smokers should perish.&lt;br /&gt;i was screaming the word asthma&lt;br /&gt;continuously&lt;br /&gt;and coughing.&lt;br /&gt;and finally some did move away from me.&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want lung cancer leh.&lt;br /&gt;well cheese fries dinner was fine aye?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;migrane's killing me.&lt;br /&gt;hindering me from work.&lt;br /&gt;better start though&lt;br /&gt;or else, a horrible death awaits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3tajoyce.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112471631425720619?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112471631425720619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112471631425720619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/08/gossip-business.html' title='the gossip business.'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112462904268551768</id><published>2005-08-21T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T20:58:28.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jon</title><content type='html'>jonathan ng yih ren.&lt;br /&gt;you better go ac ah.&lt;br /&gt;i think bell knows what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;i missed church.&lt;br /&gt;i missed the people there.&lt;br /&gt;ah. crap. school tmrw already?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hardly ate&lt;br /&gt;and my mind is in one big whirlwind.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thanks for being so extremely nice.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the rain was nothing. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tribond's over.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;can sleep/ mug liaoxz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eunice olsen's one hippie chic.&lt;br /&gt;nmp alright man!&lt;br /&gt;so it was kinda one ac gathering?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assh*les some of you.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 joyce.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112462904268551768?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112462904268551768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112462904268551768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/08/jon.html' title='jon'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112446119050799649</id><published>2005-08-19T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T22:19:50.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school</title><content type='html'>well.&lt;br /&gt;a very important lesson learnt today.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, being too nice isn't good.&lt;br /&gt;really. mistakes were made.&lt;br /&gt;i tried to ammend.&lt;br /&gt;but oh well. don't accept&lt;br /&gt;not really my fault is it?&lt;br /&gt;oh wait. it was till you refused to accept it.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work and friends draw a clear line.&lt;br /&gt;learnt that on 9oclock show today&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;nothing is gonna damp my mood.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ANNIVERSARY! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exciting excting.&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my trusty camera&lt;br /&gt;shall never give up on me again okay?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha school's well &lt;strong&gt;hectic&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and i think i shall stop there&lt;br /&gt;coz anything more than that will take up erm&lt;br /&gt;1 hour of your time?&lt;br /&gt;so, unadvisable. (:&lt;br /&gt;and oh my,&lt;br /&gt;i'm so glad it's the WEEKENDS!&lt;br /&gt;haha and a extremely exciting one in fact.&lt;br /&gt;ref: above&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i've never been able to admit. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 TA&lt;br /&gt;SEE YOU GUYS LIKE ERM ON MON?&lt;br /&gt;but yeah. TA LOVE ALL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112446119050799649?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112446119050799649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112446119050799649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/08/school_19.html' title='school'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112437702625548024</id><published>2005-08-18T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T22:57:06.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exciting weekend</title><content type='html'>AN EXCITING WEEKEND BECKONS!&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna be one EXTREMELY exciting one.&lt;br /&gt;as in JAM PACKED. haha.&lt;br /&gt;200805 and 210805!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;200805&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CHURCH ANNIVERSARY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super excited. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;210805&lt;br /&gt;GEN THREE-TRIBOND&lt;br /&gt;stress man stress man.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm in school.&lt;br /&gt;STILL STRESS MAN.&lt;br /&gt;IPOD UP FOR GRABS LEH!&lt;br /&gt;COME TAKE LAH!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been using &lt;em&gt;lah &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too much.&lt;br /&gt;bad bad. -shakes head-&lt;br /&gt;should speak prim and proper.&lt;br /&gt;haha. i'm on an active campaign to&lt;br /&gt;listen to chinese music and read chinese gossip.&lt;br /&gt;my tuition teacher tells me that when you start reading,&lt;br /&gt;START FROM THE GOSSIP&lt;br /&gt;haha my goodness that was seriously HILARIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. off to do ppts.&lt;br /&gt;YOU SURE YOU DON'T WANT THE IPOD?&lt;br /&gt;COZ I WANT IT (:&lt;br /&gt;ta&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112437702625548024?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112437702625548024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112437702625548024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/08/exciting-weekend.html' title='exciting weekend'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112428906439243363</id><published>2005-08-17T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T22:31:04.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>learning lab</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;learning lab &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was hilarious today.&lt;br /&gt;for some reason i was laughing like mad lah.&lt;br /&gt;haha. oh well! (:&lt;br /&gt;madlips is fun&lt;br /&gt;and does miss see have&lt;br /&gt;blog/msn/friendster?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omy.&lt;br /&gt;amazement.&lt;br /&gt;i'm listening to CHINESE music.&lt;br /&gt;are you proud of me?&lt;br /&gt;yes i think you should be.&lt;br /&gt;tonghua. haha.&lt;br /&gt;okay on behalf of jeanne and peiyi&lt;br /&gt;vote for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;junayng: 19001121001&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weilian: 19001121002&lt;br /&gt;either way.&lt;br /&gt;VOTE FOR &lt;strong&gt;JUNYANG &lt;/strong&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;he's the superstar lah.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tribond.&lt;br /&gt;please join.&lt;br /&gt;got ipod and creative mp3 hor.&lt;br /&gt;join hor.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta &lt;3 you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112428906439243363?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112428906439243363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112428906439243363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/08/learning-lab.html' title='learning lab'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112420525104662618</id><published>2005-08-16T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T23:14:11.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anniversary</title><content type='html'>omg. i'm super excited for anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;really really excited (:&lt;br /&gt;20th AUGUST!&lt;br /&gt;that would be &lt;em&gt;chuyunisy's&lt;/em&gt; birthday too.&lt;br /&gt;today is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. mum&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. tr ade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;birthday &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how exciting.&lt;br /&gt;160805&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired.&lt;br /&gt;D&amp;T GONNA DIE LEH HOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we can make, a world of difference&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;with the love of God we can change the world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we can shine the light that overcomes the darkness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sharing hope across the land&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;heart to heart and hand in hand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we can make a world of difference &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;with the love of God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOYCE(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112420525104662618?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112420525104662618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112420525104662618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/08/anniversary.html' title='anniversary'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112411316766194351</id><published>2005-08-15T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T21:39:31.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're my i don't know</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;today's a happy day. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had history.&lt;br /&gt;was crap. i got nothing much to say about that&lt;br /&gt;other than, i spent alot of time thinking&lt;br /&gt;and dreaming about coffee.&lt;br /&gt;okay i was tired.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dance was fun today.&lt;br /&gt;doing some jazz stuff.&lt;br /&gt;and SO MUCH SHAKING OF BUTT LAH.&lt;br /&gt;like HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;sec ones were quite hilarious i must say.&lt;br /&gt;but oh well!&lt;br /&gt;they're learning the orientation dance. (:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reliant k is going to be an aHlIaNxz band.&lt;br /&gt;yes. me and chuyun were analyzing the situation.&lt;br /&gt;and yes. it is. whatever is played on perfect 10&lt;br /&gt;is over rated.&lt;br /&gt;so yes. hate perfect 10. i think class 95 is like&lt;br /&gt;A WHOLE LOT BETTER.&lt;br /&gt;i've just realised that me and chuyun can talk about&lt;br /&gt;34567843456784345678 subjects on one ride home&lt;br /&gt;scary. OH AND SHE INSISTS SHE DIDN'T EMBARASS&lt;br /&gt;ME. OH WOW. &lt;strong&gt;nevermind i still love you lah. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lava says i'm unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so i love her too. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adelene professes her love for her too.&lt;br /&gt;what a lovable day.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shucks i'm so not making any sense&lt;br /&gt;whatsoever. lavania rengarajoo slept&lt;br /&gt;FIVE HOURS. slap her man.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye. busy week aheaddd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112411316766194351?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112411316766194351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112411316766194351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/08/youre-my-i-dont-know.html' title='you&apos;re my i don&apos;t know'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112394848240990321</id><published>2005-08-13T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T23:54:42.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i teared</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i teared &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going to miss &lt;strong&gt;YOU ALL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the laughter we had.&lt;br /&gt;it was fun really.&lt;br /&gt;just laugh and laugh and all the stupid&lt;br /&gt;wait not really. hilarious inside jokes.&lt;br /&gt;making fun of people. (OKAY IT'S MEAN)&lt;br /&gt;but yeah that's well. part of us? HAHA&lt;br /&gt;but yes. (so anti climax)&lt;br /&gt;i don't know,&lt;br /&gt;because friendships may not stay as strong.&lt;br /&gt;when people are apart. (difficult lah just like that)&lt;br /&gt;but i just wanna say while i can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i really love you guys okay. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you all lah. leave me all alone!&lt;br /&gt;oh well. it's just like that,&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm really happy for you guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you deserved it (:&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna miss you. all of you.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess over this whole course.&lt;br /&gt;i really learnt one thing.&lt;br /&gt;that would be to just trust.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure it can't be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missing already.&lt;br /&gt;shucks.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;3 ta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112394848240990321?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112394848240990321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112394848240990321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-teared.html' title='i teared'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112385660140801671</id><published>2005-08-12T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T20:37:01.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I NEVER GOT TO SEE YIJIE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVER AGAIN. CRIES. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. it's just a show.&lt;br /&gt;but still!&lt;br /&gt;it's yijie leh.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted him to go with&lt;br /&gt;joanne peh. sadness.&lt;br /&gt;to think i'm obsessing over a show.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;lit was crap today.&lt;br /&gt;i wrote crap&lt;br /&gt;i wrote too little&lt;br /&gt;and i am basically dead.&lt;br /&gt;oh well. good luck to me.&lt;br /&gt;cts weren't good. i think.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NATALIE FROM 2C3 IS FUNNAY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUNNAY FUNNAY HILARIOUS. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ULTIMATE I TELL YOU. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(someone knock into her on orchard road)&lt;br /&gt;nat: "that person knocked me without saying sorry!&lt;br /&gt;no manners man!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(people approach at orchard mrt for donation)&lt;br /&gt;nat: "why your list all girls one ah no guys?"&lt;br /&gt;guy: "oh. girls are more approachable and yadayada...&lt;br /&gt;guys more thrifty, don't want to spend"&lt;br /&gt;nat: "are you hungry? you want one?" (she was holding combos)&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. to think the guy is from NUS. top 100 unis in the world&lt;br /&gt;don't play play man. gave such a LAME answer. please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(me and chuyun singing abba)&lt;br /&gt;nat: "bye wanyun and weicheng, i'm scared!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i know why chuyun loves to joke with her. (:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after what she did today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I STILL LOVE CHUYUN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;got my markers.&lt;br /&gt;so happy man. (:&lt;br /&gt;been dooodling.&lt;br /&gt;anyway. history can go and die.&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112385660140801671?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112385660140801671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112385660140801671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/08/cry.html' title='cry'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112376819352345554</id><published>2005-08-11T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T21:53:42.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;oh litting is over baby! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes after which,&lt;br /&gt;i can go on with my degree&lt;br /&gt;to write professional love letters.&lt;br /&gt;i mean like HOW COOL IS THAT.&lt;br /&gt;(gah. going mad)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cts today sucked.&lt;br /&gt;other than science.&lt;br /&gt;was pretty much enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;other than that, the rest sucked.&lt;br /&gt;oh w e l l. what's new?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have decided to take a new approach to my tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JUST WHACK LAH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean how cool is that.&lt;br /&gt;so if you're sad,&lt;br /&gt;cry for 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;eat lollipop/choc/ritz&lt;br /&gt;watch tv fo an hour&lt;br /&gt;then you're fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tried and tested &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait. let me include &lt;strong&gt;prayer&lt;/strong&gt; in all things also.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't memorized my quotes yet.&lt;br /&gt;but i can't be bothered anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i'm too tired oh well.&lt;br /&gt;let me slack.&lt;br /&gt;TA (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112376819352345554?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112376819352345554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112376819352345554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/08/oh-finally.html' title='oh finally'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112366270395279425</id><published>2005-08-10T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T16:31:43.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>escapades</title><content type='html'>escapades&lt;br /&gt;ambrosia&lt;br /&gt;oh enough&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shakespeare in love&lt;br /&gt;the song's nice.&lt;br /&gt;but the theme isn't (ref: MOV)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112366270395279425?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112366270395279425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112366270395279425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/08/escapades.html' title='escapades'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112356141488770347</id><published>2005-08-09T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T12:23:34.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nats day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;0908 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a special day&lt;br /&gt;for our darling little city of singapore.&lt;br /&gt;the sun shines majestically after a brief shower&lt;br /&gt;over the estate of seletar.&lt;br /&gt;a rainbow stretches across the&lt;br /&gt;azure blue sky&lt;br /&gt;with the fluffy clouds puffing around in the air.&lt;br /&gt;ah what a sight.&lt;br /&gt;(i should get 30 for description man)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a special day because:&lt;br /&gt;1. work can be done&lt;br /&gt;2. piling work can be finally done&lt;br /&gt;3. it's a catch up day&lt;br /&gt;4. it's time to mug day&lt;br /&gt;5. it's mug mug mug day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that's enough reasons ;)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I PRAY YOU TARRY&lt;br /&gt;to pause a day or two.&lt;br /&gt;so that i canneth finsish&lt;br /&gt;thee lit.&lt;br /&gt;doth being too difficulth&lt;br /&gt;(i think i'm cut out for this)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY NATS DAY ALL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MAY YOU HAVE A WONDERFUL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PATRIOTIC DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I HOPE YOU'RE WEARING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED OR WHITE TODAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BE A LITTLE PATRIOTIC FOR ONCE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FOR THIS YOUNGER GENERATION TO FOLLOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TODAY'S THE ONLY TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHERE YOU CAN SAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;STAND UP STAND UP FOR SINGAPORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WITHOUT PEOPLE THINKING YOU'RE MAD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SO ENJOY AND &lt;s&gt;SING!&lt;/s&gt; SCREAM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3ta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112356141488770347?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112356141488770347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112356141488770347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/08/nats-day.html' title='nats day'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112351091122850241</id><published>2005-08-08T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T22:21:51.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;THAT'S WHEN I LOVE YOU;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you have to look away&lt;br /&gt;when you don't have much to say&lt;br /&gt;thats when I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you, just that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to hear you stumble when you speak&lt;br /&gt;or see you walk, with two left feet&lt;br /&gt;thats when I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you, endlessly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when you're mad 'cause you lost the game&lt;br /&gt;forget i'm waiting in the rain&lt;br /&gt;baby I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'cause heres my promise made tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can count on me &lt;strong&gt;for life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats when I love you&lt;br /&gt;when &lt;em&gt;nothing you do can change my mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the more I learn,&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;strong&gt;more I love&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;the more my heart can't get enough&lt;br /&gt;thats when I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when I love you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;no matter what&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hide your eyes&lt;br /&gt;'cause the movie made you cry&lt;br /&gt;thats when I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you a little more each time&lt;br /&gt;and when you can't quite match your clothes&lt;br /&gt;or when you laugh at your own jokes&lt;br /&gt;thats when I love youI love you, more than you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when you forget that we had a date&lt;br /&gt;or that look you give when you show up late&lt;br /&gt;baby I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause heres my promise made tonight&lt;br /&gt;you can count on me for life&lt;br /&gt;thats when I love youwhen nothing you do can change my mind&lt;br /&gt;the more I learn&lt;br /&gt;the more I love&lt;br /&gt;the more my heart can't get enough&lt;br /&gt;thats when I love you&lt;br /&gt;when I love you no matter what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooohhh! oooooohh!&lt;br /&gt;thats when I love you&lt;br /&gt;when nothing baby&lt;br /&gt;nothing you do can change my mind&lt;br /&gt;the more I learn&lt;br /&gt;the more I love&lt;br /&gt;the more my heart can't get enough&lt;br /&gt;thats when I love youwhen I love you&lt;br /&gt;no matter what&lt;br /&gt;ooooooohhhh ooooooooooh!&lt;br /&gt;no matter what&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;super nice song &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for today.&lt;br /&gt;got lots to say,&lt;br /&gt;BUT AIYAH too lazy lah.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SELETAR GOT SIT BY THE ROAD &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AH BENGS LEH! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cycle past&lt;br /&gt;I SEE SOMEONE SQUATTING BY THE ROAD&lt;br /&gt;BELOW THE ROAD SIGN&lt;br /&gt;i think it's quite classic you know.&lt;br /&gt;haha. bleeched hair (i have nothing against that)&lt;br /&gt;oh well. little interesting things you see at night.&lt;br /&gt;i still think the security guard is quite sad.&lt;br /&gt;saw him eating bread today.&lt;br /&gt;DINNER HOW?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I CUT MY HAIR TODAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exciting anot?&lt;br /&gt;haha. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;i think i look.&lt;br /&gt;weird. but my head is lighter.&lt;br /&gt;light-headed. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;sorry lame(:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112351091122850241?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112351091122850241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112351091122850241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/08/thats-when-i-love-you-when-you-have-to.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112342204433962230</id><published>2005-08-07T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T21:40:44.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gossiper</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;LAVANIAAAA! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my darling little gossiper.&lt;br /&gt;learn fast aye? learn fast.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA (:&lt;br /&gt;learn the laughing part a little faster.&lt;br /&gt;and you can call me and laugh into the phone!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;singapore minute part 2 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the quiet little town? area? of seletar,&lt;br /&gt;there is this guard house guarding&lt;br /&gt;a SEMI D.&lt;br /&gt;in the middle of no where.&lt;br /&gt;this guard house is such a cool little thing.&lt;br /&gt;well, it has MAGICAL POWERS.&lt;br /&gt;it keeps the little area of seletar safe.&lt;br /&gt;well. who inhabits the house?&lt;br /&gt;a minister if i am not mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;so when i ride the roads on my&lt;br /&gt;bike, i can scream&lt;br /&gt;and i hope that that cisco guard can&lt;br /&gt;help me if anything happens. hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;but you see.&lt;br /&gt;i noticed something.&lt;br /&gt;you know the schools stepped up security.&lt;br /&gt;with three security guards.&lt;br /&gt;but they're mostly&lt;br /&gt;older, aged, a little more plump.&lt;br /&gt;PROBABLY can't run anyway.&lt;br /&gt;but what i observed was that person&lt;br /&gt;was NOTHING like the above.&lt;br /&gt;ah the perks of staying near by.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder whether they get leave&lt;br /&gt;on like deepavali and chinese new year.&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE! there can be security guards&lt;br /&gt;at like EVERY ESTATE to ensure safety.&lt;br /&gt;COOL AYE?&lt;br /&gt;wishful thinking on my part.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. upadate on the first part.&lt;br /&gt;LAVA AND I WILL WRITE A PROPOSAL&lt;br /&gt;and BOOST! tourism at erm&lt;br /&gt;the beautiful (later) crescent canal.&lt;br /&gt;i mean really!&lt;br /&gt;can enhance mass run experience.&lt;br /&gt;more therapeutic.&lt;br /&gt;COOL AYE AYE?&lt;br /&gt;only need abit of money&lt;br /&gt;to repaint,&lt;br /&gt;redeco&lt;br /&gt;CREATE THE MOOD.&lt;br /&gt;and erm add more benches.&lt;br /&gt;that is lacking.&lt;br /&gt;and of course.&lt;br /&gt;EMPLOYING divers to swim swim swim.&lt;br /&gt;and pick up the dirt.&lt;br /&gt;cost friendly what.&lt;br /&gt;out great plan. (:&lt;br /&gt;we can go be town councils.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. we are employing a NEW gossip monger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we (lava and i) would like to extend a &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;welcome to nise nise as a fellow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOSSIPMONGER! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we hope you do accept our offer. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are currently thinking of&lt;br /&gt;FRANCHISING.&lt;br /&gt;into a GREAT BIG BUSINESS!&lt;br /&gt;exciting exciting.&lt;br /&gt;our profit margin will be.&lt;br /&gt;1 MIL next year.&lt;br /&gt;who wants to join?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;getting down to the real stuff.&lt;br /&gt;i need to mug soon.&lt;br /&gt;and that's that.&lt;br /&gt;listen up y'all.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna rockit.&lt;br /&gt;and that lv cherryish girlie.&lt;br /&gt;shall... wear&lt;br /&gt;___________(fill in the blanks)&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;only lava and nise nise know.&lt;br /&gt;i think.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh&lt;br /&gt;please chip into the&lt;br /&gt;RED HOT PANTS fund.&lt;br /&gt;nise nise wants it for her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;yess she wants it.&lt;br /&gt;so chip in okay?&lt;br /&gt;impt milestone in her life.&lt;br /&gt;yes. -nods head solemnly-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;out of control now. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;can't break away. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112342204433962230?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112342204433962230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112342204433962230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/08/gossiper.html' title='gossiper'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112333906869396019</id><published>2005-08-06T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T22:37:50.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hola</title><content type='html'>first and foremost.&lt;br /&gt;i need to apologize to all the people&lt;br /&gt;i msged and called.&lt;br /&gt;msging wasn't working on my phone.&lt;br /&gt;couldn't recieve any msgs of ANY sort.&lt;br /&gt;then at 3pm, like 17 msgs rushed in since like thurs.&lt;br /&gt;and my phone texting is weird.&lt;br /&gt;so yes i apologize! (:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah vik just informed me the room is fully edible.&lt;br /&gt;shucks. now i wanna go.&lt;br /&gt;(refer to tag board)&lt;br /&gt;and oh my she reads everyday?&lt;br /&gt;now the FIRST reply to whoever reads my blog.&lt;br /&gt;i'm touched. really.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day was spent rotting.&lt;br /&gt;not successful in studying coz i was&lt;br /&gt;a little high. which wasn't good for the&lt;br /&gt;study-for-common-test-mood.&lt;br /&gt;i was asking people how were their interviews.&lt;br /&gt;and come to realise how normal my friends were&lt;br /&gt;some were well, dressed in shirt and tie.&lt;br /&gt;not normal on a hot day as such.&lt;br /&gt;and there are others on the other end of the spectrum also.&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness they're in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;i'm LAVA'S no. 1 fan.&lt;br /&gt;do you love me or not lava. HAHA (:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was at singapore river,&lt;br /&gt;riverside walk for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;mymy. for once the singapore river looked so darn good.&lt;br /&gt;yes. you know why?&lt;br /&gt;i came up with a theory.&lt;br /&gt;you smell the air, it's saltish.&lt;br /&gt;i'm cool with that.&lt;br /&gt;but you know the colour of the water&lt;br /&gt;has ALWAYS been a problem.&lt;br /&gt;looks gross lah.&lt;br /&gt;then at night right,&lt;br /&gt;so dark! can't see the colour of water.&lt;br /&gt;then with the little lights around the area,&lt;br /&gt;it makes it all that better.&lt;br /&gt;and the sky, it wasn't pitch black.&lt;br /&gt;clouds a little luminiscent.&lt;br /&gt;so what i'm saying is.&lt;br /&gt;if that concept is applied to the canal at crescent,&lt;br /&gt;couples will be going there to date man!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;remove the stench.&lt;br /&gt;yes it reeks of crap.&lt;br /&gt;and then light up the place with&lt;br /&gt;cute little lights&lt;br /&gt;light up the bridge abit at both ends.&lt;br /&gt;have nicer road lamps- more stylish.&lt;br /&gt;and you get VISITORS at the canal.&lt;br /&gt;how cool is that man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(i decided to be patriotic and observe our country&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for once a litte in detail today. ) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nayway. (new way of anyway)&lt;br /&gt;one of my little musings there.&lt;br /&gt;some mad little thought&lt;br /&gt;but really,&lt;br /&gt;WOULDN'T IT BE NICE.&lt;br /&gt;i mean it'll be lovely.&lt;br /&gt;(oh let's add benches cool leh)&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;now the girl's tired.&lt;br /&gt;so she says ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112333906869396019?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112333906869396019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112333906869396019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/08/hola.html' title='hola'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112329541850634097</id><published>2005-08-06T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T10:30:20.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HI WORLD</title><content type='html'>i've been alot carefree&lt;br /&gt;and happier lately.&lt;br /&gt;yes. it's finally happening.&lt;br /&gt;well. NJ INTERVIEW TODAY MANXZ.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to support.&lt;br /&gt;(sound like some fan club)&lt;br /&gt;got work to do.&lt;br /&gt;but i want to go and 'chou chou re nao!'&lt;br /&gt;fun what isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;at least just wait outside for them &lt;em&gt;lorh &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALL THE BEST &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE YOU ALL LOTS. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(wear proper stuff ah!&lt;br /&gt;tsk lava, chuyun and denise!)&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE else wants to go and&lt;br /&gt;chou chou re nao also&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;i need to find a model for the badges.&lt;br /&gt;who ah?&lt;br /&gt;was thinking:&lt;br /&gt;adelene&lt;br /&gt;or chuyun&lt;br /&gt;or lavania&lt;br /&gt;or __________ (fill in your own name)&lt;br /&gt;yes. exciting exciting.&lt;br /&gt;must &lt;em&gt;pose&lt;/em&gt; one you know!&lt;br /&gt;i've been feeling high since&lt;br /&gt;yesterday's charlie and the chocolate factory.&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;over dose of chocoalte. HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;but anyway.&lt;br /&gt;yeah the movie's okay&lt;br /&gt;a little boring.&lt;br /&gt;but it was just nice&lt;br /&gt;to get into the world where everything's edible.&lt;br /&gt;and i &lt;em&gt;lurrrvveed &lt;/em&gt;the songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NINCOMPOOP! (sp?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah and i went with my movie partner&lt;br /&gt;bell. and we were&lt;br /&gt;UNFORTUNATELY&lt;br /&gt;sandwiched in between two rows of guys.&lt;br /&gt;worst case scenario.&lt;br /&gt;super noisy lah.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;the theatre was full for a 3.50 show&lt;br /&gt;haha. anyway. work awaits me (:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope that _________ ___________&lt;br /&gt;so that ___________ __________ __________&lt;br /&gt;can ___________&lt;br /&gt;and won't have to suffer.&lt;br /&gt;you won't get the drift.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm mean lately. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;too much chocolate makes me high!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder who reads my blog.&lt;br /&gt;tag if you ever drop by.&lt;br /&gt;ta (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112329541850634097?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112329541850634097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112329541850634097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/08/hi-world.html' title='HI WORLD'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112308230909576487</id><published>2005-08-03T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T23:24:06.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i will bite</title><content type='html'>%$^&amp;*(&amp;amp;^%TYAUSIDFH&gt; &amp;YUHKDJ .m,zhgju/nkbmcg/h.dbaj sfmg.j hbcvx/.ghde bsfgedhnmjrfjisfdoj$%^&amp;amp;*&amp;^%$#$%^&amp;amp;^%$E#WE$R%^&amp;**&amp;amp;^%$#$%^&amp;*(()*&amp;amp;^%$#)PO&amp;T%R$E#@#$%^&amp;amp;^%$#@!@#%&amp;*&amp;amp;^%$#$%^&amp;*(*^%$#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dead.&lt;br /&gt;death.&lt;br /&gt;die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112308230909576487?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112308230909576487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112308230909576487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-will-bite.html' title='i will bite'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112297465897805380</id><published>2005-08-02T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T17:24:18.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;school's &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a hot topic&lt;br /&gt;tiring&lt;br /&gt;draining me&lt;br /&gt;fun. not&lt;br /&gt;boring&lt;br /&gt;busy&lt;br /&gt;a social thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea what i'm typing now.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall update a little.&lt;br /&gt;tmrw's not gonna be a good day.&lt;br /&gt;nono.&lt;br /&gt;with the _________ meeting.&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna be omg.&lt;br /&gt;oh well. i need to finish up the ads.&lt;br /&gt;and all that jinkish things.&lt;br /&gt;i need to salvage the current situation of my science.&lt;br /&gt;horrible. the perfect word for it.&lt;br /&gt;and wait.&lt;br /&gt;common test is next week?&lt;br /&gt;oh my.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know! (okay i lied)&lt;br /&gt;ah oh well. good luck to little ole me.&lt;br /&gt;i need to _____ school tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a headache&lt;br /&gt;i need caffine&lt;br /&gt;i need to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;but i can't.&lt;br /&gt;yet.&lt;br /&gt;so keep me alive&lt;br /&gt;by giving me sweets!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah bliss bliss&lt;br /&gt;i have NEVER gotten home&lt;br /&gt;before 4 on a normal schooling day.&lt;br /&gt;that's new.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall we dance?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________ wants her name big big.&lt;br /&gt;so irritating manxz.&lt;br /&gt;yes. and she doesn't know what art is.&lt;br /&gt;________ wants her name in there.&lt;br /&gt;oh wait it already is THERE lehxz.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweaty palms: STRESS?&lt;br /&gt;i need sand's pbl project now.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;oh wait gloria's too.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______ i hate it lehxz.&lt;br /&gt;how?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAVA WHY LIKE THAT.&lt;br /&gt;MY DARLING SINGING TAG BOARD IS MISSING.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah my tag boards gone.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to this stage, i'll never make any form of sense.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye to the cyber world.&lt;br /&gt;where i wear a "dark mask"?&lt;br /&gt;ta(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112297465897805380?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112297465897805380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112297465897805380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/08/school.html' title='school'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112268736605806781</id><published>2005-07-30T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T09:36:06.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll live</title><content type='html'>i'll live i hope.&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna be one really busy week.&lt;br /&gt;like yeah.&lt;br /&gt;extremely busy.&lt;br /&gt;let me count the no. of things&lt;br /&gt;that are supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;completed over the week end..&lt;br /&gt;(refers to trusty postcard)&lt;br /&gt;24 things to do.&lt;br /&gt;how amazing (:&lt;br /&gt;well i hope i'll live.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes lava is like pretty over little things.&lt;br /&gt;extremely&lt;br /&gt;well. horrifyingly weird.&lt;br /&gt;yes she loved/loves fabric glue&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joycelyn, bell, lois;&lt;br /&gt;love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;we'll do it.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caffine is necessary.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112268736605806781?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112268736605806781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112268736605806781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/07/ill-live.html' title='i&apos;ll live'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112256102799621623</id><published>2005-07-28T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T22:30:28.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>work piles fast</title><content type='html'>work piles fast.&lt;br /&gt;and we're at the end of the week.&lt;br /&gt;i'm extremely glad.&lt;br /&gt;elated.&lt;br /&gt;estatic.&lt;br /&gt;overjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;lost for words.&lt;br /&gt;i think you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i know what ________ is.&lt;br /&gt;i don't like to accept _________ myself but&lt;br /&gt;well i always always end up&lt;br /&gt;_________ someone else.&lt;br /&gt;the pressure's there.&lt;br /&gt;________ thinks that it's all okay&lt;br /&gt;but the thing is that,&lt;br /&gt;it's not. go figure.&lt;br /&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people wonder why i write ambiguous stuff.&lt;br /&gt;well i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;but. you see you can ask me about it&lt;br /&gt;and if i decide to tell you,&lt;br /&gt;then well great.&lt;br /&gt;but you see.&lt;br /&gt;i tend to forget what the blanks are for sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. 5 day warranty.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my congruent is fun fun fun.&lt;br /&gt;simple to write given and observe and write&lt;br /&gt;common line&lt;br /&gt;SAS&lt;br /&gt;AAS&lt;br /&gt;RHS&lt;br /&gt;SSS&lt;br /&gt;cool aye?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dance COLLAR PIN?&lt;br /&gt;dance TRACK PANTS?&lt;br /&gt;dance HAIR CLIP&lt;br /&gt;dance HAIR BAND.&lt;br /&gt;dance RUBBER BAND&lt;br /&gt;dance STICKER&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;and the list goes on..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112256102799621623?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112256102799621623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112256102799621623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/07/work-piles-fast.html' title='work piles fast'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112247578833170242</id><published>2005-07-27T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T22:49:48.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reenforcement.</title><content type='html'>okay a happier post here.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learning lab was extremely funny today.&lt;br /&gt;haha yes. it was.&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;our class split up.&lt;br /&gt;we were like visting each other?&lt;br /&gt;oh wait. that was only jeryll. (however you spell his name)&lt;br /&gt;and i found out that his younger brother is younger&lt;br /&gt;yet bigger sized than him.&lt;br /&gt;well i felt mean asking him but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;esmond was totured today. which was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;yirong and hannah were laughing like mad as usual.&lt;br /&gt;making weird jokes.&lt;br /&gt;laughing at lisheng's malaysian jokes.&lt;br /&gt;and donnavan laughing along.&lt;br /&gt;the teacher always asking you to copy.&lt;br /&gt;extremely dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;and i spent most of the time chatting with&lt;br /&gt;amanda ho qi xuan&lt;br /&gt;(why i typed out her whole name is becuase.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know whether to call her amander&lt;br /&gt;or qixuan.)&lt;br /&gt;haha it was a funny session.&lt;br /&gt;the sec ones are so quiet.&lt;br /&gt;and our table was havoc.&lt;br /&gt;so much for their class being serious.&lt;br /&gt;HEH.&lt;br /&gt;and oh united sq has nice food in the foodcourt.&lt;br /&gt;like finally. i found good indian food.&lt;br /&gt;nan was goood man. (:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. crumble pie.&lt;br /&gt;ta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112247578833170242?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112247578833170242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112247578833170242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/07/reenforcement.html' title='reenforcement.'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112247431268897861</id><published>2005-07-27T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T22:25:12.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel like crying for no apparent reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;STOP &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acting like you know everything.&lt;br /&gt;fact is, you don't. (okay you know a little bit)&lt;br /&gt;but the thing is that.&lt;br /&gt;YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going for ________ is not a hot topic.&lt;br /&gt;STOP telling me i can't make it.&lt;br /&gt;i already know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so shut up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't intend to make it anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm hopeless and i suck.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know you know that.&lt;br /&gt;stop on the ________ hot topic like it is.&lt;br /&gt;it so isn't.&lt;br /&gt;for your info. i'm trying to forget.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pbl's screwed.&lt;br /&gt;it takes two hands to clap.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blow after blow after blow.&lt;br /&gt;i still have to pick myself up.&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks to death.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know whether they exist anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i'm like their tool. to make use of.&lt;br /&gt;they'll just dump me aside till they need me.&lt;br /&gt;always the case.&lt;br /&gt;same thing that happened to ________&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't do things so that you get your grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHY DON'T YOU SETTLE YOURSELF?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's only wednesday?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112247431268897861?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112247431268897861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112247431268897861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-feel-like-crying-for-no-apparent.html' title='i feel like crying for no apparent reason'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112221120336289555</id><published>2005-07-24T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T21:20:03.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i just wanna know</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;break lah break. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in both senses.&lt;br /&gt;firstly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's failure darling. failure.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly,&lt;br /&gt;i need a break.&lt;br /&gt;break through and rest break.&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;eitherway, i'm just dead.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to pull myself out.&lt;br /&gt;i'm seriously regretting, and seriously&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what the hell i'm doing right now.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pbl's far from done?&lt;br /&gt;oh well. my fault again.&lt;br /&gt;too slack lah&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gen 3 i need to logo done.&lt;br /&gt;sigh i better put my creative juices into use&lt;br /&gt;and stop thinking and dreaming of&lt;br /&gt;making countless blogskins.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. my percentage has&lt;br /&gt;to go up up up up up .&lt;br /&gt;no more down.&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, it can't get any worse&lt;br /&gt;coz i'm at the bottom already.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;i should just go sleep.&lt;br /&gt;i would like to think it's hallucination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;(&lt;em&gt;unfortunately it's not&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112221120336289555?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112221120336289555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112221120336289555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-just-wanna-know.html' title='i just wanna know'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112194951403676257</id><published>2005-07-21T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T20:38:34.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't know</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i don't know. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the people reading had enough of these vauge&lt;br /&gt;one liners and all that crap.&lt;br /&gt;so i have decided to type a little more proper.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i treat three options.&lt;br /&gt;one as the ultimate,&lt;br /&gt;the other two the soft options.&lt;br /&gt;so how do you go about making the choice.&lt;br /&gt;when already you have failed?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i wanna dance,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had i not applied.&lt;br /&gt;had i realised earlier.&lt;br /&gt;i should have just given it all up.&lt;br /&gt;and enjoy right now.&lt;br /&gt;the syf looks great (:&lt;br /&gt;as usual.&lt;br /&gt;chuyun, me wenlin&lt;br /&gt;were screaming,&lt;br /&gt;and people stare.&lt;br /&gt;sorry lah&lt;br /&gt;too excited.&lt;br /&gt;never see from this point of view before.&lt;br /&gt;so sad the dancers don't get to see it this way.&lt;br /&gt;but it's great.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday's half day.&lt;br /&gt;and finally crescent declared something like that.&lt;br /&gt;i was hoping a full whole day to do freaking pbl.&lt;br /&gt;yes FREAKING pbl.&lt;br /&gt;that's sad.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make or break.&lt;br /&gt;you decide.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112194951403676257?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112194951403676257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112194951403676257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-dont-know.html' title='i don&apos;t know'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112187121948723518</id><published>2005-07-20T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T22:53:39.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;happy? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i so unsatisfied?&lt;br /&gt;insecurity?&lt;br /&gt;i need my own effort.&lt;br /&gt;(and of course His)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah today's a happy day&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i voted for mr crab.&lt;br /&gt;4 SMS LEH JEANNE&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh speak good engrish everyone.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;history test ah.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG CONSPIRACY.&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY.&lt;br /&gt;ALL FOUR CONSPIRACYS! (sp?)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta. (: LOVE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112187121948723518?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112187121948723518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112187121948723518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/07/happy.html' title='happy?'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112177708113361703</id><published>2005-07-19T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T20:44:41.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T.T DURAI</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;T.T DURAI &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i keep seeing his bloodshot eyes man.&lt;br /&gt;so evil-ish. haha.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think &lt;em&gt;they're &lt;/em&gt;blind.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's over.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally &lt;em&gt;she's &lt;/em&gt;doing something about it&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;3 dance&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;newspapers are kewlxzxz.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;not so proper.&lt;br /&gt;yet proper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112177708113361703?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112177708113361703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112177708113361703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/07/tt-durai.html' title='T.T DURAI'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112168819943459336</id><published>2005-07-18T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T20:03:20.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>acceptance</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;acceptance &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mixture of feelings.&lt;br /&gt;guilt mostly.&lt;br /&gt;angry at myself.&lt;br /&gt;hurling fists at myself.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please. just let me go.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know anymore.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112168819943459336?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112168819943459336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112168819943459336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/07/acceptance.html' title='acceptance'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112161690464258216</id><published>2005-07-17T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T00:16:17.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HARRY POTTER</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i need to comment. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spoilers a little here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;so much love here love there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know harry potter and his friends are 16 this year&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, i don't really need to know&lt;br /&gt;how fiercely ron was snogging lavender&lt;br /&gt;and how hermione tired to spite him&lt;br /&gt;by dating mclaggen.&lt;br /&gt;and how harry was deeply in love with&lt;br /&gt;ginny yet disguises it with brotherly love.&lt;br /&gt;HOW LAME AND SOAP OPERAISH.&lt;br /&gt;i mean like i really care who goes out with who.&lt;br /&gt;it's just the CONSTANT whimperish contemplation&lt;br /&gt;-which seriosuly annoys me.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't mind the fleur and bill parts&lt;br /&gt;or the tonks and lupin parts.&lt;br /&gt;or a little of the ginny and harry when they got together.&lt;br /&gt;but the constant rattle on their love lives&lt;br /&gt;in the 10-14 chapter was boring.&lt;br /&gt;i slept through it i must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;em&gt;. i don't need some moodswings while J.K ROWLING was writing the book.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking that J.K ROWLING was&lt;br /&gt;moodswinging while writing!&lt;br /&gt;i mean aintit interesting?&lt;br /&gt;like.&lt;br /&gt;AFTER -AHEMS- death. (yes there is a death)&lt;br /&gt;tonks confessed her love for lupin. well.&lt;br /&gt;it was a weird time.&lt;br /&gt;i found it hilarious so it was bad on my part.&lt;br /&gt;but yeah. fleur was confessing and confirming her love for bill.&lt;br /&gt;and tonks blurted out the same.&lt;br /&gt;i found that hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to cry about his death yet i wanted to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;so i felt that she was moodswinging.&lt;br /&gt;-wanting to laugh and cry all at one go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;they didn't describe -ahem-'s death. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well -ahem- was killed by the curse.&lt;br /&gt;yeah so nothing much to say?&lt;br /&gt;like how -ahem- reacted?&lt;br /&gt;or like just about one para on his death.&lt;br /&gt;or was it two?&lt;br /&gt;insignificant?&lt;br /&gt;the after math was MASSIVE though.&lt;br /&gt;BUT STILL.&lt;br /&gt;it was -AHEM- WHO DIED!&lt;br /&gt;it was afterall one measely paragragh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;em&gt;i would have loved more clues and action &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i thought it was too much for&lt;br /&gt;snogging here and there. LIKE I REALLY CARED.&lt;br /&gt;okay a little gossip in the book would do.&lt;br /&gt;BUT STILL?&lt;br /&gt;i think those lame soap opera pages killed&lt;br /&gt;the darling little trees on planet earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;em&gt;snape the half blood prince? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was hoping for someone more spectecular.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. like. i didn't really think it would be snape.&lt;br /&gt;was kinda caught by surprise.&lt;br /&gt;was thinking it would be tom riddle's one.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. okay i'm sorry i'm slow.&lt;br /&gt;i just thought that snape being the half blood prince&lt;br /&gt;-was just plain weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;em&gt;crabbe and goyle becoming girls &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i loved that part.&lt;br /&gt;laughed like mad for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;when i say becoming girls&lt;br /&gt;-it's the polyguice potion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;em&gt;i hated the first few chapters &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought it was a little boring.&lt;br /&gt;but the muggle prime minister was pretty hilarious to me.&lt;br /&gt;oh i think fred and george are wayy cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;em&gt;i loved the part at the robes store. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought it was written pretty subtly. ah&lt;br /&gt;i love such stuff. man more should appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;em&gt;i feel cheated &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not as exciting as the previous book leh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;em&gt;half blood prince &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is okay and enjoyable to a certain extent lah.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i want the pieces to the puzzle. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll piece it for you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;and i am dreading.&lt;br /&gt;and i feel sick.&lt;br /&gt;wow that's new.&lt;br /&gt;ta and have a great week all.&lt;br /&gt;love! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112161690464258216?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112161690464258216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112161690464258216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/07/harry-potter_17.html' title='HARRY POTTER'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112160260265618138</id><published>2005-07-17T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T20:16:42.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HARRY POTTER</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HALF BLOOD PRINCE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had enough of who snogs who.&lt;br /&gt;and like yeah. it's irritating to a certain extent.&lt;br /&gt;not done with the book yet&lt;br /&gt;BUT THE BLOG AND MY FAITHFUL READERS&lt;br /&gt;(if there are any)&lt;br /&gt;can wait! (:&lt;br /&gt;love you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112160260265618138?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112160260265618138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112160260265618138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/07/harry-potter.html' title='HARRY POTTER'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112135187723539648</id><published>2005-07-14T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T22:37:57.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>over the edge</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;over the edge &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the days have been&lt;br /&gt;reflective, crappy, quick, tired, drained&lt;br /&gt;unaccomplished, moodswinged, &lt;strong&gt;gone&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that's kinda what i have to say.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chuyun, you do that okay (:&lt;br /&gt;except in cabs of course.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta (:&lt;br /&gt;take care all.&lt;br /&gt;and hangin there.&lt;br /&gt;lava and all my readers,&lt;br /&gt;SORRY NO ENTERTAINMENT FOR NOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112135187723539648?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112135187723539648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112135187723539648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/07/over-edge.html' title='over the edge'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112117006867386369</id><published>2005-07-12T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T20:07:48.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moodswinged</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i'm feeling crappy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sincerely apologize to all i've bad mooded at.&lt;br /&gt;i sincerely apologize to all i've whined at&lt;br /&gt;i sincerely apologize to everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;i sincerely thank you all.&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must prove her wrong.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;extremely confused.&lt;br /&gt;you tell me what to do.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desperate circumstances already&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went esplanade.&lt;br /&gt;realised how cool the graffiti stuff was.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't been updating people&lt;br /&gt;will do it PROPER&lt;br /&gt;when i'm freer.&lt;br /&gt;and with more air to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;germ i miss you truckloads too (:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry to bear all my trash.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;follow His ways. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no bad thoughts okay? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HANG IN THERE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HANG IN FRIEND (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112117006867386369?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112117006867386369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112117006867386369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/07/moodswinged.html' title='moodswinged'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112082902885144581</id><published>2005-07-08T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T21:23:48.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh try me</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;oh try me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fear.&lt;br /&gt;i fear.&lt;br /&gt;i fear.&lt;br /&gt;what will she say.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHUYUN ALWAYS EMBARRASSES ME #3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah.&lt;br /&gt;third incident okay?&lt;br /&gt;YES AGAIN ON THE BUS.&lt;br /&gt;now this time it's erm&lt;br /&gt;76 YES 76.&lt;br /&gt;so if you saw me.&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't me&lt;br /&gt;if that really helped.&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;she saw this lady reading&lt;br /&gt;"NORAH -SOMETHING"&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;and she, the well knowledged one&lt;br /&gt;said it was erotica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW THAT.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she possesing the loud voice.&lt;br /&gt;said it.&lt;br /&gt;and i somehow sensed the lady looking at us.&lt;br /&gt;and she switched her books countless times.&lt;br /&gt;all of which that norah person.&lt;br /&gt;and oh. chuyun knows coz lucy knows.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA TSK.&lt;br /&gt;and she had to go on to say that&lt;br /&gt;she's &lt;em&gt;deprived&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM TOO ASHAMED TO GO ON ANYMORE.&lt;br /&gt;OTHER THAN THAT.&lt;br /&gt;I SHALL SWEAR NEVER TO GO ON&lt;br /&gt;A BUS/MRT WITH CHUYUN.&lt;br /&gt;but aiyah.&lt;br /&gt;chuyun, i still love you.&lt;br /&gt;BUT STILL!&lt;br /&gt;don't ever tell me&lt;br /&gt;such stuff.&lt;br /&gt;COZ I'LL DIE LAUGHING LIKE MAD.&lt;br /&gt;REALLY.&lt;br /&gt;I DID ACTUALLY.&lt;br /&gt;aiyah &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;disgrace school how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but aiyah it's hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;she said the plots were little.&lt;br /&gt;why am i not surprised?&lt;br /&gt;ah.&lt;br /&gt;chuyun.&lt;br /&gt;WHY LIKE THAT ONE?&lt;br /&gt;bimbotism at it's best,&lt;br /&gt;MEET CHUYUN.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah today.&lt;br /&gt;had 5 periods free.&lt;br /&gt;DID FLASH.&lt;br /&gt;and had a horrible headache.&lt;br /&gt;and math was just.&lt;br /&gt;-blur-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for being there.&lt;br /&gt;ta (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112082902885144581?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112082902885144581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112082902885144581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/07/oh-try-me.html' title='oh try me'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112073984501863231</id><published>2005-07-07T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T20:37:25.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>once again</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;it never fails to rewind does it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea how many times&lt;br /&gt;i have just screwed it up.&lt;br /&gt;how many times i am super pissed off at people.&lt;br /&gt;how many times i am gonna kill someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;gives me more of a reason to go. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that said,&lt;br /&gt;it's really regardless the outcome.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;she thinks i'm ALWAYS in the wrong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;she thinks i am DAMN FREE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;she thinks that i'm not good enough.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;she thinks that i totally cannot make it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(look who does all the work)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;she gets pissed off with me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and gives me that bloody irritated look.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;she gives me that bloody irritated tone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when they want something out of it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;then treatment is better&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;she just discriminates me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm just a tool.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm attempting to smile more often.&lt;br /&gt;as in i lost that madness in me.&lt;br /&gt;i lost that screamy laughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i lost it all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english was weird.&lt;br /&gt;they just love weird pictures.&lt;br /&gt;and that's weird.&lt;br /&gt;ah nevermind&lt;br /&gt;it's over.&lt;br /&gt;and i thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that i had a good conversation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's once again boring.&lt;br /&gt;wait.&lt;br /&gt;it's not.&lt;br /&gt;it's just mad.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something's wrong with my brain.&lt;br /&gt;just kill me.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta. chinese needs me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112073984501863231?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112073984501863231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112073984501863231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/07/once-again.html' title='once again'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112065999451427492</id><published>2005-07-06T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T22:28:33.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>masked</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;masked &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's my new favourite word.&lt;br /&gt;did i tell you that?&lt;br /&gt;oh wait i think i did tell you that.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder.&lt;br /&gt;i think i should be born to this earth&lt;br /&gt;to sit down there.&lt;br /&gt;learn, mug, sleep, eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;and look pretty.&lt;br /&gt;and oh let me include.&lt;br /&gt;shutting up.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that would suffice.&lt;br /&gt;(for living that is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sorry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"the closing years of life &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;are like the end of a masquerade party &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;where masks are dropped"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't drop yours.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my persona is cool and mad.&lt;br /&gt;and possibly happy.&lt;br /&gt;oh that was suppose to hide the tears.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my next favourite phrase:&lt;br /&gt;had enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but &lt;/strong&gt;i will hold on.&lt;br /&gt;for my dear life.&lt;br /&gt;that you gave me this chance.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;immense confusion.&lt;br /&gt;is there sucha phrase?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112065999451427492?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112065999451427492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112065999451427492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/07/masked.html' title='masked'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112057389840289998</id><published>2005-07-05T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T22:31:38.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm happy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;only  you know i'm lying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112057389840289998?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112057389840289998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112057389840289998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112048311411091010</id><published>2005-07-04T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T21:18:34.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>music baton</title><content type='html'>total volume of music in my computer:&lt;br /&gt;well. it's little really.&lt;br /&gt;224mb&lt;br /&gt;that's pathetic (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last cd i bought:&lt;br /&gt;urhm. I DON'T KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;that's seriously how long i've bought a cd.&lt;br /&gt;won't go into further details&lt;br /&gt;on how i get hold of music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song playing right now:&lt;br /&gt;alex parks- maybe that's what it takes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;five&lt;/s&gt; six songs i've been listening to lately or mean alot to me:&lt;br /&gt;1. evan and jaron-crazy for this girl (yes it's oldd)&lt;br /&gt;2. lifehouse-you and me&lt;br /&gt;3. for such a time as this (anniversary song)&lt;br /&gt;4. weezer- beverly hills&lt;br /&gt;5. by this they will know&lt;br /&gt;6. reliant k- my escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;five&lt;/s&gt; six people whom im passing the baton to:&lt;br /&gt;1. all the lavanias in the world&lt;br /&gt;2. all the germaises in the world&lt;br /&gt;3. all the adelenes in the world&lt;br /&gt;4. all the jeremys in the world&lt;br /&gt;5. all the dancers in the world&lt;br /&gt;6. WHOEVER SEES THIS JUST DO IT (:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;had dance today.&lt;br /&gt;super tired.&lt;br /&gt;been thinking about some stuff;&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently who i am&lt;br /&gt;because of &lt;strong&gt;your &lt;/strong&gt;constrictions.&lt;br /&gt;i really think i should&lt;br /&gt;just ignore you and kick you out of my life?&lt;br /&gt;yeah i think that sounds good.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dance is painful for the feet on the parade sq&lt;br /&gt;haha. dancing barefooted.&lt;br /&gt;indian dance.&lt;br /&gt;and i can do honkie accent chuyun.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HEREBY PRONOUNCE CHUYUN&lt;br /&gt;UNSTABLE&lt;br /&gt;AND SHALL UNASSOCIATE WITH HER&lt;br /&gt;FROM NOW ONWARDS.&lt;br /&gt;she's freaky.&lt;br /&gt;she speaks of herself as&lt;br /&gt;not crazy of boys.&lt;br /&gt;and tells of her experience with her friend&lt;br /&gt;telling her that:&lt;br /&gt;"oh you haven't reached the puberty stage"&lt;br /&gt;"your hormones are not raging"&lt;br /&gt;OH WHAT THE HELL CHUYUN.&lt;br /&gt;WE ARE ON BUS 86.&lt;br /&gt;I SHALL WAS THE MEMORY&lt;br /&gt;OF ANYONE WHO WAS ON THAT BUS.&lt;br /&gt;AND SHE WAS SPEAKING LOUDLY.&lt;br /&gt;OMG I WAS EMBARRASSED.&lt;br /&gt;AHH CHUYUN.&lt;br /&gt;MY REPUTATION HOW&lt;br /&gt;LEHXZ?&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laoshi's kids are cute little things.&lt;br /&gt;to think i was so cute. then and now also.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah. just do the musical baton okay?&lt;br /&gt;ta dears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112048311411091010?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112048311411091010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112048311411091010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/07/music-baton.html' title='music baton'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112039650229566811</id><published>2005-07-03T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T21:15:02.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yo yo yo</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;my mum&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has had this obsession lately over cycling.&lt;br /&gt;and i think it's taking it's getting to me.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is a weird weird day.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;i feel weird.&lt;br /&gt;today's teens was cool.&lt;br /&gt;tr chen kee was talking about like&lt;br /&gt;14 being some problematic angsty age.&lt;br /&gt;haha i have a feeling it's true.&lt;br /&gt;wait i'm 14? haha.&lt;br /&gt;not yet lah. but anyway that's not the point.&lt;br /&gt;the point is.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IN THE WORLD AM I DOING ONLINE.&lt;br /&gt;WHEN I SHOULD BE GARUNTEEING MYSELF SOMEWHERE.&lt;br /&gt;nevermind, none of you will get what i mean (:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;howcuteward.&lt;br /&gt;hottay aye adel?&lt;br /&gt;still swooning?&lt;br /&gt;i shall create a freaking fan club for you.&lt;br /&gt;enjoy dear i shall come up with it soon.&lt;br /&gt;i've never seen adelene so mad.&lt;br /&gt;is that how you put it?&lt;br /&gt;hm. crush? in-fa-tu-a-te-d?&lt;br /&gt;i don't know&lt;br /&gt;ASK HER LAH.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;i love faith&lt;br /&gt;as in she looks so cute in pictures.&lt;br /&gt;go see them on&lt;br /&gt;mrbrown.com&lt;br /&gt;yeah. as in that was a random thing.&lt;br /&gt;but she's one cute girl.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey i'm waiting for you to tell me okay.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta dears ta ta ta ta.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not in the right mind at present.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112039650229566811?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112039650229566811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112039650229566811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/07/yo-yo-yo.html' title='yo yo yo'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112030721851992264</id><published>2005-07-02T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T20:29:17.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAIMAISHU</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;TAIMAISHU WILL &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DRIVE ME MAD SOMEDAY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OR ACTUALLY. THE PEOPLE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHO LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOMORROW GOT SCHOOL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STUCK IN MY HEAD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;THIS ENTRY SHALL BE CAPS.&lt;br /&gt;ACCORDING TO MY WHIMP AND FANCY.&lt;br /&gt;YESYES.&lt;br /&gt;JAYNE MADE IT! YAYNESS.&lt;br /&gt;CAN SEE HER THERE THIS SAT.&lt;br /&gt;TODAY'S CHOIR WAS NICE.&lt;br /&gt;NICE SONGS.&lt;br /&gt;AND NICE TALKING TO &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;LIANYA&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;I THINK THAT'S HER NAME.&lt;br /&gt;SHALL FIND OUT TMRW.&lt;br /&gt;NOT SURE LAH.&lt;br /&gt;CAN'T BUT BIG BIG.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IF WRONG HOW?&lt;br /&gt;HOW?&lt;br /&gt;VERY BAD RIGHT RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;HOPE WENYA IS COMING TMRW.&lt;br /&gt;WELL SU AN IS.&lt;br /&gt;AND THE REST SHOULD BE.&lt;br /&gt;AND HOPE ANNA WAKES UP.&lt;br /&gt;HOH.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW(CUTE)WARD.&lt;br /&gt;YES. THE LATEST OBSESSION OF THE GANG.&lt;br /&gt;THE GANG LEADER CAN'T BE BOTHERED.&lt;br /&gt;WELL.&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T THINK SHE KNOWS.&lt;br /&gt;WELL ONE GANG MEMBER (ME)&lt;br /&gt;CAN'T BE BOTHERED TOO.&lt;br /&gt;WELL, COZ HE'S NICE AND THAT'S THAT.&lt;br /&gt;JUST NICE ACCENT.&lt;br /&gt;I WANT THAT ACCENT.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOSEF TAN'S WIFE IS SUPER PRETTY.&lt;br /&gt;YEAH. SHE IS.&lt;br /&gt;REALLY. EVERYONE WANTED TO TAKE A PIC&lt;br /&gt;OF HER AND PROBABLY WITH HER.&lt;br /&gt;AND AFTER HIS WEDDING.&lt;br /&gt;WE ZHAOED TO LIKE J8&lt;br /&gt;AND ROTTED.&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN&lt;br /&gt;WENT TO LOIS'S DAD'S OFFICE.&lt;br /&gt;TO ROT AND WATCH&lt;br /&gt;SUPERSTAR.&lt;br /&gt;AND THAT'S LIKE MY FIRST EPI&lt;br /&gt;WATCHING THAT SHOW?&lt;br /&gt;HOHO. YES IT'S TRUE.&lt;br /&gt;AND THE STUPID MOVIES WON'T OPEN TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;YES. THEY DID BUT LATE.&lt;br /&gt;SO WE DIDN'T WATCH.&lt;br /&gt;THE MOVIES HATE ME.&lt;br /&gt;AND I AM HEREBY DEPRIVED.&lt;br /&gt;-CRIES-&lt;br /&gt;OF MOVIES AND SHOPPING&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NKF TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;WATCH THE OPENING DANCE.&lt;br /&gt;GOT CRESCENT PEOPLE DANCING.&lt;br /&gt;7.30PM OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;MUST WATCH.&lt;br /&gt;I'M NOT EXACTLY SURE OF THE TIME&lt;br /&gt;SO 7.00 BE IN FRONT OF TV.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE THING I'VE LEARNT:&lt;br /&gt;NEVER WEAR SKIRTS TO CHOIR.&lt;br /&gt;ITS PURE TOTURE. (:&lt;br /&gt;TA ALL.&lt;br /&gt;LOVE LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;AND I NEED TO GO FIND MONEH FOR THE&lt;br /&gt;LAO UNCLE TAXI DRIVER WHO CALLS ME.&lt;br /&gt;AND CHUYUN&lt;br /&gt;MISS NG AND MISS WONG.&lt;br /&gt;TA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112030721851992264?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112030721851992264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112030721851992264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/07/taimaishu.html' title='TAIMAISHU'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112023403733788215</id><published>2005-07-02T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T00:07:17.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i had enough already</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ai nia steady buay! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha choc buffet was fun.&lt;br /&gt;but you see.&lt;br /&gt;my weak little stomach of the late&lt;br /&gt;had to interrupt me.&lt;br /&gt;all the time.&lt;br /&gt;so yes. but i enjoyed the chocs lots.&lt;br /&gt;oh we sat there for about 3 hrs +&lt;br /&gt;chatting and all.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i daresay, i think it's enough already.&lt;br /&gt;really enough.&lt;br /&gt;i think we did it they way we do it.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;say what you want-really.&lt;br /&gt;i don't need to anymore.&lt;br /&gt;fang4shou3le4&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;microsoft thing was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;with erm. the creative guy being quite funny&lt;br /&gt;over the apple thing and all.&lt;br /&gt;and then bill gates being extremely technical.&lt;br /&gt;ah software demonstrations.&lt;br /&gt;exciting man.&lt;br /&gt;and adelene. -nudge-&lt;br /&gt;i think i've said enough&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marina otah.&lt;br /&gt;is&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;BEST.&lt;br /&gt;i guess that's an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just takes something to ruin another.&lt;br /&gt;oh right, thank you so much for ruining my day.&lt;br /&gt;i regret doing a 1001 things this year.&lt;br /&gt;i regret every being open and direct.&lt;br /&gt;i regret ever being so vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;chocolate. my &lt;strong&gt;abrosia. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112023403733788215?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112023403733788215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112023403733788215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-had-enough-already.html' title='i had enough already'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112016355390384564</id><published>2005-07-01T04:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T04:32:33.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;hello morning.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's 428 hours as i speak. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry i know its madness for me to type at this hour.&lt;br /&gt;but i am super thankful that i woke up&lt;br /&gt;early considering that i slept well, on the bed/table.&lt;br /&gt;fell asleep lah.&lt;br /&gt;and its freaking cold now (:&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;up to do chinese project.&lt;br /&gt;yeahh&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the plate's thankfully OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;if not, iwould have died. yeah&lt;br /&gt;gotta make a new one what.&lt;br /&gt;and not enough paint and all that crap.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&amp;T is one helluva weird lesson.&lt;br /&gt;people are zilianing with that 5 pix cam(i think)&lt;br /&gt;during D&amp;amp;T while mr ho speaks.&lt;br /&gt;super funny.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two people who are weirder are like.&lt;br /&gt;adelene and lois lah.&lt;br /&gt;today happy happy go make tees.&lt;br /&gt;-.-'' oh and why? 0107 what.&lt;br /&gt;i think we should all be like them.&lt;br /&gt;happy happy go make class shirt&lt;br /&gt;then SURE have class shirt done one.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm dead for chinese project.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 ta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112016355390384564?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112016355390384564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112016355390384564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/07/hello-morning.html' title='hello morning'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-112005662346224224</id><published>2005-06-29T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T22:50:23.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i've been complied to blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i've finally decided to revive the dead.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 10:39 now. as i type.&lt;br /&gt;and i just got back.&lt;br /&gt;i'm freaking tired.&lt;br /&gt;and it's only the first week.&lt;br /&gt;almost slept during lesson.&lt;br /&gt;which was like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ermmmmm. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah that kinda was like what it is. and was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stuff has been happening.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. alot actually.&lt;br /&gt;too much for me to handle.&lt;br /&gt;in a good and bad way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i'm suffocating under the chinese newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;i can't even do or write chinese for nuts.&lt;br /&gt;2. my math state HAS TO BE BRUSHED UP.&lt;br /&gt;3. my dance steps is super un shou-ed&lt;br /&gt;4. i keep dreaming about things.&lt;br /&gt;okay maybe not keep. but yeah i dreamt about something&lt;br /&gt;erm. painful.&lt;br /&gt;5. i figured that text is one good way&lt;br /&gt;6. it's youth day celebrations this fri&lt;br /&gt;7. i don't intend to be like bell and enter the&lt;br /&gt;"SHANG LIU SHE HUI" and be like -ahem-&lt;br /&gt;8. pbl is died.&lt;br /&gt;9. gen 3 is a huge event with 3 tall people and 1 short one.&lt;br /&gt;yeah you know who's the short one. the one who wants a dior bag.&lt;br /&gt;10. i need sleep. damn tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school is boring.&lt;br /&gt;seriously. if not for adelene and her lame jokes.&lt;br /&gt;bell who just simply keeps on laughing today.&lt;br /&gt;and i was talking to the wall in the end.&lt;br /&gt;and all the lame stuff we're doing.&lt;br /&gt;lois joycelyn bell adel lava&lt;br /&gt;taking zi lian photos of themselves during d&amp;t&lt;br /&gt;had first math lesson today.&lt;br /&gt;had first history lesson yesterday&lt;br /&gt;had  first science lesson yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;i need sweets.&lt;br /&gt;and i think you get the drift from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i've blogged LONNG enough for germie.&lt;br /&gt;yesyes. i shall not make my blog in this prehistoric&lt;br /&gt;state like yeo kia leng's, the kampong girl.&lt;br /&gt;and i shall not talk about such sensitive issues here.&lt;br /&gt;heh. tsk i'm nice.&lt;br /&gt;and now i am freaking tired.&lt;br /&gt;and i need to complete some unfinished stuffxzx.&lt;br /&gt;ta. love &lt;3 (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-112005662346224224?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112005662346224224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/112005662346224224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/06/ive-been-complied-to-blog.html' title='i&apos;ve been complied to blog'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-111978946029253142</id><published>2005-06-26T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T20:37:40.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>copying's fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;can i say i love you? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I AM SUPER HIGH?&lt;br /&gt;that's like a super random title.&lt;br /&gt;but oh wells. who cares?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work's not done.&lt;br /&gt;just need to get english done.&lt;br /&gt;math is history.&lt;br /&gt;so didn't touch it.&lt;br /&gt;but.&lt;br /&gt;gahed.&lt;br /&gt;i'm too tired to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;and i heard new teacher.&lt;br /&gt;exciting or what?&lt;br /&gt;jeanne's sad.&lt;br /&gt;she misses huay wen.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man and boy rocks.&lt;br /&gt;i cried when i read it.&lt;br /&gt;it's super touching.&lt;br /&gt;by tony parsons.&lt;br /&gt;GO READ IT! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh darn.&lt;br /&gt;i'm missing spyyder mann.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;okay ta (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-111978946029253142?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/111978946029253142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/111978946029253142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/06/copyings-fun.html' title='copying&apos;s fun'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-111966268166282716</id><published>2005-06-25T09:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T09:24:41.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haven't blogged</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;haven't blogged properly in a-g-e-s.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to a certain someone,&lt;br /&gt;there are defamation laws on blogs too.&lt;br /&gt;if you must know.&lt;br /&gt;so i suggest that you don't sprout nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;you can eat the wrong thing.&lt;br /&gt;but you can't say the wrong thing.&lt;br /&gt;(okay it's translated)&lt;br /&gt;i really think that you should watch it.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thanks &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to jem jamie and viki.&lt;br /&gt;and joyce,&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't help when you say you're gonna&lt;br /&gt;flunk. when you're not.&lt;br /&gt;TSK TSK TSK.&lt;br /&gt;smarty pants dear.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to viki &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the person who named me bean sprout&lt;br /&gt;whenever did you start using RAWKS?&lt;br /&gt;haha. okay yes. shameless advertising.&lt;br /&gt;and the word smart is totally,&lt;br /&gt;undefined.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been real busy this week.&lt;br /&gt;helped out at camp.&lt;br /&gt;rushed for dance.&lt;br /&gt;went for the dreadful&lt;br /&gt;and so on.&lt;br /&gt;busy busy busy,&lt;br /&gt;tired.&lt;br /&gt;and oh. i think i'm overly.&lt;br /&gt;(if there is such a word)&lt;br /&gt;going nuts.&lt;br /&gt;gah. grammar is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;oh my i thought i lost touch of my writing of essays.&lt;br /&gt;better blog&lt;br /&gt;frequently from now onwards.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hol homework.&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;br /&gt;it's opening in two days time.&lt;br /&gt;how exciting.&lt;br /&gt;can't wait?&lt;br /&gt;okay for dance.&lt;br /&gt;but probably not school.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to feel a rush of pain&lt;br /&gt;to pull me back into reality.&lt;br /&gt;that's how painful&lt;br /&gt;-it really is.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss too many things already.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-111966268166282716?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/111966268166282716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/111966268166282716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/06/havent-blogged.html' title='haven&apos;t blogged'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-111961952693301718</id><published>2005-06-24T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T21:25:26.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gat aat</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was the freaking test.&lt;br /&gt;i think my new favourite word is freaking.&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i've brought the word flunk to a whole new level.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone wanna beat that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;math was just simply.&lt;br /&gt;mind boggling?&lt;br /&gt;nah. okay fine killer?&lt;br /&gt;yeah and to simply put it,&lt;br /&gt;i'm dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english was fine i guess?&lt;br /&gt;i just regretted not doing the&lt;br /&gt;snb which is so inexsitent.&lt;br /&gt;gah i almost forgot how to write an essay damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i just pray i make it into next round.&lt;br /&gt;which is gonna be tough&lt;br /&gt;coz, my hopes are wayy low. (:&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;just try then.&lt;br /&gt;ta for now (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-111961952693301718?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/111961952693301718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/111961952693301718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/06/gat-aat.html' title='gat aat'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-111927910646173846</id><published>2005-06-20T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T22:51:46.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's happening before my eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;it's happening before my eyes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't know?&lt;br /&gt;how?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grandmotherhood. (:&lt;br /&gt;thanks jus &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tongues tend to wag sometimes&lt;br /&gt;can we don't stick to the norm?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-111927910646173846?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/111927910646173846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/111927910646173846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/06/its-happening-before-my-eyes.html' title='it&apos;s happening before my eyes'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-111927368064698207</id><published>2005-06-20T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T21:21:20.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes i don't know</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;sometimes, i don't know.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she can read my mind i think.&lt;br /&gt;my grandma.&lt;br /&gt;i think she knows i've been slacking too much&lt;br /&gt;and she gave me this talk&lt;br /&gt;about my other cousin who is like.&lt;br /&gt;p5?! but thats besides the point.&lt;br /&gt;the point is,&lt;br /&gt;it's freaky how she can read your mind sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;she kept on saying that i shouldn't be too complascent.&lt;br /&gt;sigh. she's probably right.&lt;br /&gt;my cousin is aiming to be&lt;br /&gt;top scholar of rgps.&lt;br /&gt;oh i'm not surprised,&lt;br /&gt;considering she wants to go rgs.&lt;br /&gt;but sigh. i have to admit she's the mugger man!&lt;br /&gt;but okay i will learn from her.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;i better watch myself.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;helped out today.&lt;br /&gt;oh man i stink of chicken rice,&lt;br /&gt;fish and chips, and tapioca cake, pizza&lt;br /&gt;all in one.&lt;br /&gt;with ALOT of dish washing liquid.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the night session drama.&lt;br /&gt;was super good. (:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got some presentation on tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;gah.&lt;br /&gt;i'm dead, literally.&lt;br /&gt;i better start practicing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta all (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-111927368064698207?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/111927368064698207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/111927368064698207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/06/sometimes-i-dont-know.html' title='sometimes i don&apos;t know'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-111917850272107348</id><published>2005-06-19T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T18:55:02.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;and i'm tangled up in you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i need to seriously update.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thurs:&lt;br /&gt;6a CLASS GATHERING.&lt;br /&gt;omg. missed them alot.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. sun tan,&lt;br /&gt;kayaked, and all.&lt;br /&gt;and i am burnt.&lt;br /&gt;as usual.&lt;br /&gt;but not as bad.&lt;br /&gt;BUT I PUT ON SUN BLOCK?!&lt;br /&gt;like HELLO!?&lt;br /&gt;sue them man.&lt;br /&gt;skin cancer here me and mich wee come.&lt;br /&gt;HEH!&lt;br /&gt;kayaking was pretty weird.&lt;br /&gt;considering you&lt;br /&gt;see people making out here and there.&lt;br /&gt;imagine the LITTLE INNOCENT KIDS?!&lt;br /&gt;val and shi had to say RA MAN. haha.&lt;br /&gt;tsktsk&lt;br /&gt;oh there's a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;next one: 2nd july sat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fri:&lt;br /&gt;work day nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat:&lt;br /&gt;went to do the ppt slides.&lt;br /&gt;died die, DYING!&lt;br /&gt;haha. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;we all should speak it all out baby! (:&lt;br /&gt;then rushed to church.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sun:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hapy father's day dad.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sang grace (:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today:&lt;br /&gt;slept 5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;cousins coming over.&lt;br /&gt;gonna do work.&lt;br /&gt;or some form of work tonight.&lt;br /&gt;have to.&lt;br /&gt;must.&lt;br /&gt;try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if i want it i gotta do it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wake up can? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;can slap myself soon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;had enough?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i don't know &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-111917850272107348?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/111917850272107348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/111917850272107348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/06/and-im-tangled-up-in-you-okay-i-need.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-111902301128618581</id><published>2005-06-17T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T23:43:31.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;sigh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALOT ALOT ALOT to update.&lt;br /&gt;but you know,&lt;br /&gt;i am tired.&lt;br /&gt;and i am tired.&lt;br /&gt;and i shall do so soon.&lt;br /&gt;a few random thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to sue the sun block company.&lt;br /&gt;for creating such a problem&lt;br /&gt;that when i put sun block&lt;br /&gt;i still am burnt.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cycling for one and a half hours is really&lt;br /&gt;NO JOKE.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to submit more blogskins soon.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy birthday jeremy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the class gathering was fun.&lt;br /&gt;and viki is predicting our burns.&lt;br /&gt;THIRD DEGREE BURNS YEAH?!&lt;br /&gt;rewind and play the happy memories(:&lt;br /&gt;LOVE LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;joyce.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-111902301128618581?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/111902301128618581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/111902301128618581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/06/tired.html' title='tired'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-111885010921198393</id><published>2005-06-15T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T23:41:49.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay</title><content type='html'>today's a pretty good day i guess.&lt;br /&gt;a few good things happened all at once.&lt;br /&gt;and i am pretty much a happy girl.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pck musical was weird.&lt;br /&gt;okay&lt;br /&gt;let me credit tan kheng hua&lt;br /&gt;and probably gurmit singh at the last part.&lt;br /&gt;they were probably the better few.&lt;br /&gt;and oh the orchestra and choir were pretty good too&lt;br /&gt;i kept on thinking about syf&lt;br /&gt;when i saw the dances.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's a pretty good day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but, you're not happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and she's not happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i kinda regret.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my first reaction,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;even though still this incident so small,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can't pass it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joycelyn chua SIAXZ. talk rot.&lt;br /&gt;pck fun yeah? HEH.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;michelle &lt;/strong&gt;wee is going to be the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HOTTEST GIRL ON THE BEACH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and all the guys are going to ask for her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NUMBER.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so if she isn't going to give it then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i'll give it FOR HER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;she's going to wear:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;SHORT ADIDAS TANK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;AND SHORT BOARD SHORTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so look  out for her at &lt;strong&gt;sentosa baby! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1. mrs armstrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2. mrs brocoli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;whats next dears?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;JOYCE YAP PLEASE STATE YOUR SURNAME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;IF NOT THE TWO PEOPLE BY THE NAME OF &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;CK AND MATT WILL THINK I AM MAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ta all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;its the sun shining brightly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;till i can burnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;love all (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-111885010921198393?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/111885010921198393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/111885010921198393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/06/yay.html' title='yay'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-111876253097608388</id><published>2005-06-14T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T23:22:11.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cousins</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;love the cousins.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. went out with them today.&lt;br /&gt;haha was late.&lt;br /&gt;catched a movie- unleashed&lt;br /&gt;caught up at mos.&lt;br /&gt;and wendy happily spilled her ministrone (:&lt;br /&gt;and just got back.&lt;br /&gt;man it's late.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i will be Christ to you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All alone,&lt;br /&gt;dying inside.&lt;br /&gt;Needing a comfort,&lt;br /&gt;needing a guide;&lt;br /&gt;Wounded brother,&lt;br /&gt;broken sister.&lt;br /&gt;In the name of Jesus take my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be Christ to you&lt;br /&gt;I will be Christ to you&lt;br /&gt;I'll be His hands,&lt;br /&gt;to do what i can,&lt;br /&gt;because he has loved me too.&lt;br /&gt;I will be christ to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By His grace&lt;br /&gt;(by His grace)&lt;br /&gt;sealed by His hand&lt;br /&gt;(by His hand)&lt;br /&gt;We are His family,&lt;br /&gt;(ooo)&lt;br /&gt;together we'll stand;&lt;br /&gt;Looking Christward,&lt;br /&gt;(looking side by side)&lt;br /&gt;side by side,&lt;br /&gt;Through the storm and trials&lt;br /&gt;(ahh)&lt;br /&gt;we are one.&lt;br /&gt;(we are one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be Christ to you&lt;br /&gt;I will be Christ to you&lt;br /&gt;I'll be His hands,&lt;br /&gt;to do what i can,&lt;br /&gt;because he has loved me too.&lt;br /&gt;I will be christ to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not my might or my power&lt;br /&gt;it's not the strength of what I am;&lt;br /&gt;But through God's love and His mercy&lt;br /&gt;and through the blood of the Lamb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be Christ to you&lt;br /&gt;I will be Christ to you&lt;br /&gt;I'll be His hands,&lt;br /&gt;to do what i can,&lt;br /&gt;because he has loved me too.&lt;br /&gt;I will be christ to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be His hands,&lt;br /&gt;to do what i can,&lt;br /&gt;because he has loved me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be Christ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will be Christ to you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anniversary song again&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pbl.&lt;br /&gt;is&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;most&lt;br /&gt;____________&lt;br /&gt;thing on&lt;br /&gt;earth.&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;fill&lt;br /&gt;in&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;blanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta all (:&lt;br /&gt;tired&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-111876253097608388?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/111876253097608388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/111876253097608388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/06/cousins.html' title='cousins'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-111858968254746619</id><published>2005-06-12T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T23:21:22.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for such a time as this</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;for such a time as this &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, all i have is now.&lt;br /&gt;to be faithful&lt;br /&gt;to be holy&lt;br /&gt;and to shine, lighting up the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;right now,&lt;br /&gt;i really have no choice&lt;br /&gt;but to voice the truth to the nations,&lt;br /&gt;a generation looking for God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For such a time as this&lt;br /&gt;i was placed upon this Earth&lt;br /&gt;to hear the voice of God and do His will,&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is&lt;br /&gt;For such a time as this&lt;br /&gt;for now and all the days He gives,&lt;br /&gt;i am here,&lt;br /&gt;i am here&lt;br /&gt;i am His&lt;br /&gt;for such a time as this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do you ever wonder why,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seems&lt;/strong&gt; like the grass is always greener &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;under everybody else's sky&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but right here for this time and place&lt;br /&gt;(right here for this time and place)&lt;br /&gt;you can live a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;mirror of His mercy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;a forgiven image of grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For such a time as this&lt;br /&gt;i was placed upon this Earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to hear the voice of God and do His will&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;whatever it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For such a time as this&lt;br /&gt;for now and all the days He gives,&lt;br /&gt;i am here,&lt;br /&gt;i am here&lt;br /&gt;i am His&lt;br /&gt;for such a time as this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't change whats happened till now&lt;br /&gt;(can't change, happened till now)&lt;br /&gt;change what will be&lt;br /&gt;(change what will be)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;by living in holiness,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that the world will see Jesus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For such a time as this&lt;br /&gt;i was placed upon this Earth&lt;br /&gt;to hear the voice of God and do His will,&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is&lt;br /&gt;For such a time as this&lt;br /&gt;for now and all the days He gives,&lt;br /&gt;i am here,&lt;br /&gt;i am here&lt;br /&gt;i am His&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For such a time as this&lt;br /&gt;i was placed upon this Earth&lt;br /&gt;to hear the voice of God and do His will,&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is&lt;br /&gt;For such a time as this&lt;br /&gt;for now and all the days He gives,&lt;br /&gt;i am here,&lt;br /&gt;i am here&lt;br /&gt;i am His&lt;br /&gt;for such a time as this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for such a time as this&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i'm mixed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i'm confused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i don't know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thanks you there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-points-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;pastor mitch was talking on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the church today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;he wanted us to thank the Lord for bethany.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;which i am really thankful of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;many things. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;like camille said once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;you wish to live in church forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;went to watch madagascar today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yes i am late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but oh wells! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;we played a trick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;cara, put the booster for kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;on tr min yi's chair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-shakes head-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;CARA AH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i like to move it move it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we like to move it move it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you like to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MOVE IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KING JULIAN THE 13TH&lt;br /&gt;IS MY ULTIMATE ROCK STAR BABY.&lt;br /&gt;('CAUSE HE LIKES TO MOVE IT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh don't watch madagascar.&lt;br /&gt;ripped me off urh 9 bucks?&lt;br /&gt;just watch the trailer and enjoy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay long entry ta (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-111858968254746619?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/111858968254746619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/111858968254746619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/06/for-such-time-as-this.html' title='for such a time as this'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-111850025292024864</id><published>2005-06-11T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T22:30:52.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too much to say</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i kinda have stuff to say.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i am too tired.&lt;br /&gt;so tomorrow. (:&lt;br /&gt;ta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;text twist here i come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-111850025292024864?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/111850025292024864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/111850025292024864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/06/too-much-to-say.html' title='too much to say'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-111841001520525975</id><published>2005-06-10T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T21:26:55.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm so freaking proud of myself.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i'm so freaking proud of myself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did some form of work today.&lt;br /&gt;yes i am.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go holland V&lt;br /&gt;and look for that&lt;br /&gt;ma yao tang aunty&lt;br /&gt;for pbl (:&lt;br /&gt;love her man.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am damn hungry now&lt;br /&gt;after just finishing dinner.&lt;br /&gt;shucks. i got 8 stomachs.&lt;br /&gt;MOO.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crazy cow adelene&lt;br /&gt;PRESUMES&lt;br /&gt;too much.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6A CLASS GATHERING.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next thurs.&lt;br /&gt;CALL JOYCE YAP for details.&lt;br /&gt;i'm the one who's NOT planning&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta all (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-111841001520525975?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/111841001520525975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/111841001520525975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-so-freaking-proud-of-myself.html' title='i&apos;m so freaking proud of myself.'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-111832186252762560</id><published>2005-06-09T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T20:57:42.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't know</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i need a holiday too. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been mixed up.&lt;br /&gt;yes i have been. i think i still am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i question whether i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;was/am/used to/ was ever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i can go ask myself.&lt;br /&gt;because i kinda know the answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh whatever. i don't know anything anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in two worlds,&lt;br /&gt;ta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-111832186252762560?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/111832186252762560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/111832186252762560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-dont-know.html' title='i don&apos;t know'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-111824498198508180</id><published>2005-06-08T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T23:36:21.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lifehouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;c'mon. stop lying to yourself &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't stop thinking.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;today was at cine doing the project.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;OH DID YOU SEE THAT I AM AN ENGLISH GENIUS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;anyway, missed a chance to watch madagascar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;honey stars are your one solace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;trust me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I MISS LAVANIA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(ALOT)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SHE BETTER SEE THIS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SHE'S RUNNING &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AWAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TO THE LAND &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OF AUSSIE(NO)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MISS YOU! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;have a great trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ta(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582024-111824498198508180?l=feelingright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/111824498198508180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582024/posts/default/111824498198508180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingright.blogspot.com/2005/06/lifehouse.html' title='lifehouse'/><author><name>JOYCE</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-6582024.post-111822496173529490</id><published>2005-06-08T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T18:02:41.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>show off.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;damn. i am a show off.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="WIDTH: 246px; HEIGHT: 712px" cellpadding="20" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;English Genius&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You scored 100% Beginner, 100% Intermediate, 100% Advanced, and 100% Expert! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;You did so extremely well, even &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; can't find a word to describe your excellence! You have the uncommon intelligence necessary to understand things that most people don't. You have an extensive vocabulary, and you're not afraid to use it properly! Way to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you so much for taking my test. I hope you enjoyed it! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;For the complete Answer Key, visit my blog: http://shortredhead78.blogspot.com/. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span id="comparisonarea"&gt;My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people &lt;i&gt;your age and gender&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="4" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="black" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="107" bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="free online dating" src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="43" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="free online dating" src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;71%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;Beginner&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="black" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="90" bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="free online dating" src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="60" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="free online dating" src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;60%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;Intermediate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="black" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="126" bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="free online dating" src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="24" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="free online dating" src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;84%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;Advanced&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="black" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="146" bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="free online dating" src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="4" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="free online dating" src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;97%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;Expert&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=14457200288064322170"&gt;The Commonly Confused Words Test&lt;/a&gt; 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