<?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-6618098</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:29:00.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>who's got the pRaIse?!?!</title><subtitle type='html'>gooEy boOEy
</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>303</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618098.post-111570088884190158</id><published>2005-05-10T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T12:54:48.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;changing blog.. moving blog.. no more blogging here again. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;blog closed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. see you all at live journal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-111570088884190158?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/111570088884190158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/111570088884190158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111570088884190158' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-111434327777434197</id><published>2005-04-24T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T19:47:57.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello world!!! back here blogging after a long while. anyway, i've written most of my entries in my live journal account. which is just &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/joyeeq/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; so click on it if you miss reading my entries. for now, i just want to wish everyone a happy week ahead..i've got to start packing for mission trip!! one thing i don't like about travelling is the packing. and, it's dinner time. yay..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-111434327777434197?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/111434327777434197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/111434327777434197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111434327777434197' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-111254172394122767</id><published>2005-04-03T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T23:22:03.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yo! its been some time since i last blogged here. think its unlike me? that's because this silly site dislikes me after i got my LJ account. so i've been blogging there for the past couple of days. it's just a click away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/joyeeq/"&gt;Mostly About Joy&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;and for those who are my friends but i've not added you, add me ok? thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-111254172394122767?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/111254172394122767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/111254172394122767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111254172394122767' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-111184885983489557</id><published>2005-03-26T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T22:54:19.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got a livejournal account after much persuasion. but i doubt i'll blog there. just want to peek at your accounts. =p&lt;/p&gt; here is the address. &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/joyeeq/"&gt;Mostly About Joy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-111184885983489557?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/111184885983489557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/111184885983489557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111184885983489557' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-111158728025404378</id><published>2005-03-23T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T22:14:40.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>guess what? i gave tuition today because my boss wasnt free. primary 4 mathematics, fractions. hows that? but it was a naughty boy...quite annoying to teach for long arh..teach me patience. bought him bubble tea and only gave it to him when he acted nice. but actually still annoying and naughty la!!! then when i check his worksheet, he only got 1 out of 10 right. i was like oh man!!! then i ask him to do corrections, he started to whine. so i said ok we'll do together. then the first question was 54/16. i told him to simplify it until its the simplest form. then he said can only divide by 2. so i told him to work it out. he don't know how to simplify. and i said ok, let's do it together. i asked him what's 54 divide by 2. he don't know. what's 5 divide by 2? his answer was 2. i nearly fainted!!! that's when i went focus la..talk and talk...do work! have to resist scolding him. i mean primary 4..still don't know how to do long division..what's 5 divide by 2?!?! haiyohhh...finally he worked it out and he got his reward. bubble tea!!! hmm..the adventures for today ended there. other than that, work was really super boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-111158728025404378?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/111158728025404378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/111158728025404378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111158728025404378' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-111149913400525785</id><published>2005-03-22T21:31:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T22:05:07.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.morticiasmorgue.com/images/BewitchLogo.gif" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 186px; HEIGHT: 393px" height="459" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0595315577.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" width="235" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 262px; HEIGHT: 379px" height="401" src="http://www.morticiasmorgue.com/be/bewitchedflyingtoy.JPG" width="280" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;bewitched. i love this show...watched it when i was a child and then they stopped showing it. now that it's showing on hallmark every weekday, i'm watching it again!!! i decided to do some checking up on it [and the lead actress elizabeth montgomery] since i'm so free. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;********* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Elizabeth Montgomery was born either April 13, 1933, according to her studio biography and numerous interviews, or 1938, according to her family and publicist. The daughter of actors Robert Montgomery and Elizabeth Allen, she appeared in more than 250 live TV productions and two dozen theatrical and TV movies. She was the last surviving regular cast member of her long-running TV series "Bewitched," which ran from 1964 to 1972 on ABC, in which she played Samantha Stephens, a witch married to a mortal man. The series was responsible for five of her nine Emmy nominations, and it averaged a 22.6 rating and 35% audience share for its entire eight-year run, and was the number one show for four of those years. Until the advent of Happy Days, it was the network's highest-rated half-hour prime-time series ever aired. It's 254 episodes continue to air the world over. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Elizabeth's television debut was on her father's drama series Robert Montgomery Presents, although she had previously played ingenues on broadway. In addition, she played on series such as The Untouchables, for which she won her first Emmy nomination. Her first theatrical movie was The Court Martial of Billy Mitchell, with Gary Cooper, followed a few years later by Johnny Cool, starring Sammy Davis, Jr., followed by Who's Been Sleeping in My Bed, with Dean Martin. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She was married four times, first to Fred Cammann, second to actor Gig Young and third to William Asher, who produced Bewitched, among other shows. Liz and Bill Asher divorced amicably in the mid-70's. They had three children, William, Jr., Robert and Rebecca. In 1975 she moved in with actor Robert Foxworth and they married some years later. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lizzie, as she preferred to be called, was a staple of TV drama for 20 years. She preferred movies with a message, and throughout her career fought intolerance and prejudice. She rarely attended show business functions, but regularly appeared at benefits. Among her personal crusades was AmFAR, The American Foundation for AIDS research and she regularly supported liberal causes. In March, 1995, she was diagnosed with cancer and, after a short illness of only eight weeks, died on May 18, 1995. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her co-stars, already gone:&lt;br /&gt;Dick York (Darrin) - died in 1993 of emphysema.&lt;br /&gt;Dick Sargent (Darrin) - died in 1994 of prostate cancer.&lt;br /&gt;Agnes Moorehead (Samantha's mother Endora) - died of cancer.&lt;br /&gt;Maurice Evans (Maurice, Samantha's father) - died in 1989.&lt;br /&gt;David White (Larry Tate, Darrin's boss) - died 1990.&lt;br /&gt;Paul Lynde (Uncle Arthur) - died in 1982 of a heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;Alice Pearce (Gladys Kravitz) - died in 1966.&lt;br /&gt;George Tobias (Abner Kravitz) - died in 1980.&lt;br /&gt;Mabel Albertson (Darrin's mother) - died in 1982 of Alzheimer's disease.&lt;br /&gt;Roy Roberts (Darrin's father) - died in 1975. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;********&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i feel so sad lehz...the show i love watching all the actors died-ed liaoz. waseh...but i kinda thought most of them would be dead already since the show was filmmed so many years ago...sad sad... and i thought elizabeth montgomery is super pretty. i'd like to think that she was still alive now. haaa...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-111149913400525785?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/111149913400525785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/111149913400525785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111149913400525785' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-111149180061825126</id><published>2005-03-22T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T19:59:56.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i withdrew money from an ATM today and i realised that my pay cheque bounced. i felt so cheated for a while. didnt feel like working but i recovered soon enough. i reached home and i got the letter from DBS that my cheque bounced. i'm going to show it to my boss tomorrow. what kind of lousy boss is that? bank account no money one... -_-!! my colleague's cheque also bounced. and i thought mine was ok. at first when i reached the ATM, i went to one machine. it could not issue a receipt so i decided to wait for another machine. thankfully i did if not i wouldn't have realised my cheque bounced. ironically, i wanted to withdraw money to pay my tithes..heeee!!!&lt;/P&gt;i'm so bored at work. doing vocabulary... primary 4, primary 2 and primary 3. bleahz. i ate sushi for lunch today and yesterday. if i continue eating sushi everyday, i'm going to go broke.&lt;/p&gt;going to IDP on thursday morning to apply for Monash University [Melbourne] and CUrtin UNiversity [Perth] in case no one in singapore takes me in, last resort is to go to australia. leaving everyone behind. sadded. IDP only opens for 2 hours from 10 am - 12 pm. siiigh...means i have to go on kiasu mode. wake up early and leave early.&lt;/p&gt;i want to go sonic fest!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-111149180061825126?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/111149180061825126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/111149180061825126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111149180061825126' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-111133024177102432</id><published>2005-03-20T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T23:07:10.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay &lt;strong&gt;synerg!z&lt;/strong&gt; was great fun!!! can't wait for the next one but &lt;strong&gt;sonic fest&lt;/strong&gt; is coming too in july and &lt;strong&gt;planet shakers&lt;/strong&gt; will be there. hopefully i can go? i missed last year's one. the sad thing about synerg!z was that xing yi backed out last minute although she confirmed she was coming for saturday and thursday's night conference. i felt really sad. maybe i just didnt pray hard enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;you know, some times your day starts off well and it's a great day but suddenly something happens when your day is about to end and just then, you don't feel like your day was that fun and that great after all? you wish you could talk to someone over something but then you don't sound too happy so that person is reluctant to talk to you in case he/she offends you more...and what you really want somehow doesnt seem to happen? sometimes it seems like people don't seem to want to talk to you. you wish he/she would, even if you don't feel like talking, but nope. they say "good night" or "bye" and just leave...then you start wondering what you did wrong when all you did was tell him/her how you feel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;hahahaha &lt;em&gt;haiyoh i don't know what i'm talking about.&lt;/em&gt; just a thought!! so, good night world!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/engagementringquiz.html"&gt;What's Your Dream Engagement Ring?&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/ynr2/heart-diamond.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your Dream Engagement Ring Has a Heart Diamond! You wear your heart on your sleeve, so of course you should also wear it on your ring. A heart diamond is the perfect choice for highlighting your passionate disposition. Only a true romantic can get away with wearing this ring. Luckily, that's you. And only a true romantic can give you this ring, so make sure you find him...! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;well...that's not exactly true. i find a heart diamond so cheesey...i just want a diamond ring. not a diamond in the shape of a heart...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-111133024177102432?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/111133024177102432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/111133024177102432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111133024177102432' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-111072170130994593</id><published>2005-03-13T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T21:50:01.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>- &lt;strong&gt;chose my new mortals&lt;/strong&gt; today. this game is kinda fun.&lt;br /&gt;- went &lt;strong&gt;home&lt;/strong&gt; after church.&lt;br /&gt;- mel and her mom came over and we all went for &lt;strong&gt;lunch&lt;/strong&gt; together at parkway food court.&lt;br /&gt;- our moms and i ate bar chor mee while mel had duck rice.&lt;br /&gt;- went with mel to &lt;strong&gt;scout for her new phone&lt;/strong&gt;. her old phone finally gave up on her.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;bought&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;bread&lt;/strong&gt; at four leaves.&lt;br /&gt;- mel's mom dropped me and my mom home.&lt;br /&gt;- went to &lt;strong&gt;pump petrol&lt;/strong&gt;. bought fruit tree fresh blackcurrent with aloe vera bits from the kiosk. i totally love it.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;went NTUC&lt;/strong&gt; at marine parade to do grocery shopping with my mummy.&lt;br /&gt;- finally &lt;strong&gt;got the first sms&lt;/strong&gt; of the day.&lt;br /&gt;- came &lt;strong&gt;home&lt;/strong&gt;. unloaded the stuff. went to pick grandma for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;- we ate at tampines mall. bali thai. not bad food. bad service. very very very expensive rice. for two scoops of rice, it costs $1.20&lt;br /&gt;- sent grandma back.&lt;br /&gt;- came back &lt;strong&gt;home&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- went to &lt;strong&gt;bathe&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;scratched my tetanus jab&lt;/strong&gt; by accident while bathing. froze in pain under running water for a while.&lt;br /&gt;- came &lt;strong&gt;online&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- cant wait for &lt;strong&gt;synerg!z&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;- i'm starting to babble..&lt;br /&gt;- which indicates it's time for me to move.&lt;br /&gt;- ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-111072170130994593?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/111072170130994593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/111072170130994593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111072170130994593' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-111059662299326586</id><published>2005-03-12T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T11:03:42.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i went to SIM this morning to settle the application. very happy with that. but i have to remind myself to call up and find out how much is the course fee. forgot to ask while i was there.&lt;/p&gt;had a fun time yesterday. went to tp then met michelle and dawn. watched hitch. nice show lehz. so farnie. then i got prezzie some more!!!&lt;/p&gt;work is quite sian now. my boss didnt give me anything to do so yesterday when i went to work, i had nothing to do. i sat there singing along to the music that was playing.&lt;/p&gt;so exciting to see which school will take me in next! i still hope i can go church camp though... please please please please!!!!!!!!!!! i WANNA GO!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-111059662299326586?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/111059662299326586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/111059662299326586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111059662299326586' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-111038023282208823</id><published>2005-03-09T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T22:57:12.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i saw shooting star on the way back from nat's house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 153px; HEIGHT: 120px" height="70" src="http://www.betterphoto.com/uploads/processed/0010/020504233558sunsetstartrails_f.jpg" width="153" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;ran into MJC's soccer captain [i think] on the way home too. [i think they were having some gathering at ibrahim's place...] he stopped me and kept saying hi. i must have had that "who are you" look written all over my face for 20 seconds because he kept saying hi. then i just realised that he &lt;em&gt;might&lt;/em&gt; be the captain. so i also said hi and started talking. oh well...i didnt think he'd ever talk to me! after all, we never even made eye contact in school. in fact...come to think of it...have i ever even walked passed him in school?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;about the shooting stars, i just wish someone was with me to see them, and maybe we can make a wish together!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-111038023282208823?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/111038023282208823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/111038023282208823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111038023282208823' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-111028713558766768</id><published>2005-03-08T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T21:06:48.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>firstly, MEL!!! i replied your comment =)&lt;/P&gt;NUS application opens tomorrow so i guess i'll be applying soon...&lt;/p&gt;i'm going down to SIM to apply on saturday. michelle, is SIM still open from 9 - 6 on saturday too?&lt;/p&gt;anyone got the SMU brochure to give me?? someone &lt;strong&gt;please&lt;/strong&gt; say yes!!!&lt;/p&gt;going to nat's house to watch the hindi movie tomorrow. i forgot the name la. super long la. starrs kajol and shah rukh khan. [it was 10 years ago so kajol's dressing kinda sucks la] can't wait!!! had to do a great deal of convincing my mom to allow me to go. she was like no no no settle all your things first!! she's making such a big deal out of all the university applications. i was like so annoyed by her. was so annoyed just now that i went into my room and threw the application form onto my table. i didnt know it would make such a loud sound!!! heez... =p !!!&lt;/p&gt;by the way, for all samsung phone users, the password to erase your call durations is eight zeros.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-111028713558766768?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/111028713558766768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/111028713558766768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111028713558766768' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-111010577230226667</id><published>2005-03-06T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T18:42:52.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>applied to NTU today. just submitted the online application. must pay $10 application fee. haiyohz. &lt;br /&gt;first choice: communication studies&lt;br /&gt;second choice: sociology&lt;br /&gt;third choice: english literature.&lt;br /&gt;i figured out after so many years doing lit, maybe i should change a little and put something else as second choice.&lt;/p&gt;the SIM intake for their bachelor of arts &amp; communication this year seems quite early. they wrote on the webby and on the brochure that they're starting in may. i don't want to start so early! if i enter the course, i might not be able to go for mission trip [if they start early early may] and i'll definately not be able to visit my sister in london and maybe i can't even make it for church camp. that's dumb actually...i thought they'll start in july or something... =( now i don't know if i should apply for SIM...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-111010577230226667?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/111010577230226667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/111010577230226667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111010577230226667' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110994680732279970</id><published>2005-03-04T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T22:33:27.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;4th march. the day the results came out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110994680732279970?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110994680732279970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110994680732279970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110994680732279970' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110990392771998534</id><published>2005-03-04T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T10:39:55.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was still sleeping at 9:08am today when i heard my phone beep. "1 message received". [apparently, 2 received but i didn't hear the first beep] one message from michelle yong wishing us all the best, stay calm and "don't freak"...the other from lionel.&lt;/p&gt;"physics.. lit.. F Maths and history all 100% pass"&lt;/p&gt;my immediate reaction was "oh no!!! that means i only got 1 credit!" so i asked him what about the other subjects.&lt;/p&gt;he heard that geog only had 89% pass thereabouts. i quickly did the math. if we've got 60 geog students, 89% pass meant 53.4 people passing. what about the other 7 people? "oh no...i might be one of those 7 who failed!!!"&lt;/p&gt;i also found out that two of my friends have got 3 distinctions. that's like a perfect score la.&lt;/p&gt;all right. i'm so freaking out now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i have about 4 hours more to go...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110990392771998534?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110990392771998534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110990392771998534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110990392771998534' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110985581629204337</id><published>2005-03-03T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T21:20:33.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>results are coming out tomorrow. in about....17 hours and 20 minutes. let's see, how's everybody feeling?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing i know is that i feel...normal.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not worrying myself,&lt;br /&gt;i'm not scaring myself,&lt;br /&gt;i'm not feeling that "heck care" attitude,&lt;br /&gt;i'm not "can't be bothered",&lt;br /&gt;i'm not anxious,&lt;br /&gt;i'm not trying to live in denial,&lt;br /&gt;i'm not feeling over confident,&lt;br /&gt;i'm not even feeling confident,&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure if i'll enter a university,&lt;br /&gt;i'm not thinking about my results,&lt;br /&gt;i'm not saying that i'll do exceptionally well,&lt;br /&gt;i'm not saying that i'll do well,&lt;br /&gt;i'm not saying that i'll outdo what i expected,&lt;br /&gt;i'm not keen in getting my results back,&lt;br /&gt;i'm taking things slowly,&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to sleep earlier so that tomorrow comes faster,&lt;br /&gt;i'm not keeping myself so occupied that i won't have time to think about results,&lt;br /&gt;i'm letting things come one step at a time,&lt;br /&gt;i'm the one telling others to relax,&lt;br /&gt;i'm the one wishing them well,&lt;br /&gt;i'm not freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;why????&lt;br /&gt;is that good? or is that bad?&lt;br /&gt;and after making that list of "i'm not"s...i'm starting to think...&lt;em&gt;am i freaking out unconciously&lt;/em&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm...i wonder.&lt;br /&gt;oh i think have the answer. &lt;br /&gt;i'm going mad.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm panicking!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehz.....am i??&lt;br /&gt;i'm so weird.&lt;br /&gt;ok. i'm really, truly, seriously confused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110985581629204337?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110985581629204337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110985581629204337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110985581629204337' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110974554968162126</id><published>2005-03-02T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T14:50:35.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thanks to alaric, mel and geri for their comments and get well soon wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;results are coming out on friday, 4th march. i can so wait. i don't want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=14457200288064322170"&gt;The Commonly Confused Words Test&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oddly Advanced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You scored 73% Beginner, 0% Intermediate, 81% Advanced, and 0% Expert!&lt;br /&gt;Your test results are extremely interesting. Though your test scores in the beginner, intermediate, and expert levels weren't very high, you got at least 75% of the advanced level questions correct. Possibly you guessed very well in the advanced level section? I don't know what else to say. You puzzle me immensely. But....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;i like my result. sounds cool! looks cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110974554968162126?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110974554968162126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110974554968162126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110974554968162126' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110968278527680539</id><published>2005-03-01T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T21:13:05.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm sick. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*GASP!!* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;flu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AGAIN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;??!!? &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;haaa, yeah. even i can't believe it. oh man...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110968278527680539?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110968278527680539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110968278527680539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110968278527680539' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110959894257243322</id><published>2005-02-28T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T22:15:31.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[waaah 6 days without blogging?!]&lt;/p&gt;hello world...&lt;/p&gt;i cant trade in my phone yet. contract's not up yet. can only trade in on 6th march onwardS!!! i'm so sad. but i'm looking forward to that day =)&lt;/p&gt;my dad annoyed me. i told my mom what happened and she said don't bother about him. haiz...&lt;/p&gt;i killed a mosquito and its fat full of blood. i bet its MY BLOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!! mwahahahahah it paid for biting me.&lt;/p&gt;urgh i got a sore throat coming up...&lt;/p&gt;i am so bored...i still dunno why ripway doesnt work for me...&lt;/p&gt;good night world..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;i'm a happy little girl&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110959894257243322?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110959894257243322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110959894257243322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110959894257243322' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110907626624585891</id><published>2005-02-22T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T21:18:59.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-GBfont-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;first, i have a question. who knows where to upload songs to put it on my blog? i tried ripway and uploaded the song successfully but the url they gave me doesnt seem to work??&lt;/p&gt;there were two highlights at work today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-GBfont-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;i bought homemade lemon tea from the nearby coffee shop and it was so so so so so yummy. you know they come on those little take-away plastic bags? i hung my packet on the chair and i completely forgot it was there. i was working on my laptop when i turned and being my chor-lor self, i knocked into the chair. the whole packet of lemon tea went crashing to the ground. i remembered valerie telling me about the same experience she had weeks ago. i immediately went, "TISSUE!! TISSUE!!" but the spill was quite huge so after using 3 pieces of tissue paper, valerie became the toilet roll dispenser. she hung the toilet roll on both of her index fingers and as i rolled the roll for toilet paper, i felt like i was sitting on the toilet bowl rolling the dispenser. in the end the bin was full of stained yellow toilet paper. was commenting to val that it sort of looks like someone pee-ed into the bin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-GBfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-GBfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;i left work at 6 because i was at work early today. was going to return the rented VCD and we had to cross a road. valerie and i were standing at the curb when there were a few lorries moving into the lane. [it's a two way lane] we were standing next to the road leading out to the main road. as usual, i lost my balance and i nearly fell off the curb. i knew there was a lorry coming towards me. my leg was already stepping on the road as i desperately tried to regain my balance. valerie also freaked out. she tried to pull me back but she missed. luckily, i sprang back onto the curb just as the lorry driver horned me. valerie was like, "WA!! you never see the lorry is it!!" i was like "oh manz..." thank God for protection and springing me back onto the curb in time!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;of course, there's a smaller highlight. we rented another VCD for lunch today: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;the little black book&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it is so hot in singapore nowadays. perfect sun for tanning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-GBfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110907626624585891?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110907626624585891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110907626624585891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110907626624585891' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110899618286118179</id><published>2005-02-21T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T22:42:48.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I GOT MY PAY TODAY&lt;/strong&gt;!!!! not like my boss automatically handed me the cheque. i actually had to ask him for it. i mean it's super late la but never mind. better than don't have at all. there was a scenario when i collected my cheque:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;boss&lt;/span&gt;: joy???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; [&lt;em&gt;running out from the office and asking in that ridiculously loud and stupid voice&lt;/em&gt;]: HUH??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;boss&lt;/span&gt;: how to spell your name huh?? E-E Q-I-N is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; [&lt;em&gt;looking over his shoulder&lt;/em&gt;]: yup! but "Ee Qin" is first then "Joy" is at the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;boss&lt;/span&gt;: ohh so "Joy" is your chinese name la?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; [&lt;em&gt;confused&lt;/em&gt;]: huh no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;boss&lt;/span&gt;: it's at the back what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ke lun&lt;/span&gt; [&lt;em&gt;who happened to be around&lt;/em&gt;]: orh...your chinese name is just two words la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: yup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;boss&lt;/span&gt; [&lt;em&gt;staring at my corrected name&lt;/em&gt;]: wah your name so cute one hah..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; [&lt;em&gt;in "eh??" mode&lt;/em&gt;]: [&lt;em&gt;pause&lt;/em&gt;] what?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think he didnt hear me because he handed me my cheque and that was it. but there was one point in time when he was in the office and i was in the room next door. i don't know if my boss burped because i thought i heard him burp one extremely super loud burp. maybe i was hearing things. we rented &lt;strong&gt;the stepford wives&lt;/strong&gt; during lunch. &lt;strong&gt;$3 for one VCD&lt;/strong&gt;. the rent duration depends on the number of discs you rent. 1 movie, 1 day. 2 movies, 2 days. and it goes on. so, is that considered cheap already? i don't really know because it's my first time renting a VCD. anyway if it is cheap, it's near my workplace! so we da-bao-ed food back to watch. ke lun bought &lt;strong&gt;chicken rice&lt;/strong&gt;, valerie bought &lt;strong&gt;rice and some dishes&lt;/strong&gt; and i bought 12 &lt;strong&gt;butter rolls&lt;/strong&gt;. [&lt;em&gt;shhh don't tell my mummy. she'll scream and say i don't know how to take care of myself&lt;/em&gt;.] there's 6 rolls in one packet. i ate 8 of them during the course of today. i'm eating the remainder for breakfast! i looooove butter rolls. but usually when i'm addicted to something, i eat lots of it for the time being. then later, i get sian of it and i won't touch it anymore. luckily it's not the case for friends!!!!!! i rented&lt;strong&gt; taxi&lt;/strong&gt;...i watched it with my mom just now. we were laughing at some parts. i think it's a nice show. we're renting another VCD for tomorrow's lunch. so cool!!! it's so exciting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;michelle&lt;/span&gt;, if you're reading this, do take care!!!! see you back here soon!!! =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;i am the mosquito killer&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110899618286118179?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110899618286118179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110899618286118179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110899618286118179' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110891695368698615</id><published>2005-02-21T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T00:29:13.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;went for NTU talk today. met so many JC and KC friends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i really want to enter school of communication studies but it seems like quite a competitive school...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;shopped with nat and alaric&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;went home for dinner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;went home only to see my parents watching kong fu hustle.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;denice, alaric and i talked online in a chat room for the first time. quite cool la. ka jiao her.. alaric asked her about her "Secret desire". talked about rayvin and joel...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sleepy liaoz. got driving later in the morning..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;nat, alaric and i will be gathering to watch a hindi movie and dinner during this week at my place. vic might be joining us too! so much fun. so late liao...gd nite all.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110891695368698615?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110891695368698615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110891695368698615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110891695368698615' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110882787541457317</id><published>2005-02-19T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T23:46:40.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello to everyone again. i feel like i've not written in many days. actually i have nothing much to blog lately. i'm happy with life =) i've not got my pay yet. kind of sucky la. just bathed. yeah so slow to bathe...&lt;em&gt;LOOK AT THE TIME&lt;/em&gt;. so my hair now is very very wet. i don't know what i'm blogging because i have nothing to blog. so i'm just rattling on and on. i realised that i'm actually &lt;strong&gt;linked to joel through charlene&lt;/strong&gt;. it's quite cool. i wonder how they got to know each other. i'm starting to sound like denice. oh manz. i'm chatting with denice now and this is what our conversation's like. it's so cute... &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;denice &lt;/span&gt;says: do u happen to noe who my angel is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;joy&lt;/span&gt; says: me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;denice&lt;/span&gt; says: HUH??? are u serious???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;joy&lt;/span&gt; says: hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;denice &lt;/span&gt;says: u shouldn't have told me!!! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;joy&lt;/span&gt; says: huh why not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;denice&lt;/span&gt; says: cos then got surprise mah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;joy&lt;/span&gt; says: hahahaha!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;denice&lt;/span&gt; says: but then when u write to me, then i will surely noe also.. cos i can recognise ur handwriting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;denice &lt;/span&gt;says: but i was jsut asking pple, and it seems like every noes everyone's angels and mortals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;joy&lt;/span&gt; says: actually hah....i also dunno lehz. i anyhow say then u admit it...ure so cool!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;denice &lt;/span&gt;says: chey!!! so u're not??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;joy&lt;/span&gt; says: nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;denice &lt;/span&gt;says: chey!!!! aiyoh.. i thot i finally know who my angel is.. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;so i think this is about it. but before this night ends, i want to wish&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; michelle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a happy and safe journey abroad. take care and we'll meet again soon! i hope she reads this before leaving. good night to everyone reading this. be sure to wish me good night too. argh what am i talking about? good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110882787541457317?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110882787541457317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110882787541457317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110882787541457317' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110864048869531426</id><published>2005-02-17T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T20:32:10.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm surrounded by so many mosquitoes. yesterday i killed 2 at work. today i killed another 2 at work and 3 at home. i'm a &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;super mosquito killer&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;we went out for lunch today - &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;tampines mall&lt;/span&gt;. every time val and i go far to eat, it's sure to rain! the other time we went bedok south 3 days in a row and it threatened to rain the first 2 days. the third day, it drizzled while we walked back. sort of a warning. today, we went even further and on our way there, the sky darkened. when we were on our way back in the bus, we noticed that it rained. while walking back to the office, we were standing in a dry area but the spot in front of us was raining. we were in the dividing line. seconds later, the rain clouds moved and we got caught! i was soaked through. thankfully i didn't wear a white blouse! we ran like mad for shelter only one block away from the office but we were stranded. all 3 of us felt so stupid standing there like &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;wet ducks&lt;/span&gt;. when we finally returned, we were in no mood to work. we were only in the mood to dry ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;i'm about to start complaining to my boss because my pay is 3 days late now. he's trying to cheat us of our money. my mom is complaining about it too. worse part is that she complains to me so it sounds as if she's nagging at me. haiyah not my fault that i'm not getting paid leh...valerie said my boss thinks we don't really need the money. so i told her something as follows [my boss loves to play with shares]...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;scenario:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;boss: money is not important to you now what...you got parents to support you still...if you have no money, they can give you allowance... [etc etc...blah blah blah] you should work for the experience and not for the money...&lt;br /&gt;me: do you like playing shares?&lt;br /&gt;boss: yeah&lt;br /&gt;me: so how would you like playing shares just for the fun of it and not get paid when you actually do make some money?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;valerie and i laughed and laughed like &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;siao char bo&lt;/span&gt;-s inside the room. well, my boss called at 5:30++ and said he's not going to show up. like duh!! i mean look at the time la. so late already. -_-! i am so going to ask for my cheque if i don't get it tomorrow because i'm taking &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;leave&lt;/span&gt; on saturday!!!! *yipeee* &lt;em&gt;hmm...not like my boss knows i'm going on leave yet but oh well, he refuses to show up in the first placE!!!&lt;/em&gt; hee heez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I told you this,&lt;br /&gt;Would you say you believe me?&lt;br /&gt;I could see the future of us&lt;br /&gt;Where I belong,&lt;br /&gt;Where I will be. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just yesterday I heard me cry.&lt;br /&gt;A silent whisper so soft to the world,&lt;br /&gt;And yet a wail to me.&lt;br /&gt;It's not all right now,&lt;br /&gt;Everything is so wrong. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Does it hurt if I told you that&lt;br /&gt;I thought I saw you today?&lt;br /&gt;Is it wrong if I dream of you and me&lt;br /&gt;Where I thought I would be;&lt;br /&gt;It's where I knew I would be. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;In my heart you will never leave&lt;br /&gt;Even if I let you turn away,&lt;br /&gt;There you will stay.&lt;br /&gt;I want to run into Eternity with you,&lt;br /&gt;If that's okay. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you tell me&lt;br /&gt;What we would be,&lt;br /&gt;If you hadn't turned away?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;the number of mosquitoes getting killed by me is rising...rising...rising...&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110864048869531426?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110864048869531426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110864048869531426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110864048869531426' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110846707574452988</id><published>2005-02-15T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T19:31:15.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today we had a company meeting at 10am. got a lot of work delegated to me now. my boss said since all of us have not gone out for lunch together before, we would go at 12pm. and so we did. he treat us to lunch at paranakan inn at katong. the food was not bad leh..but quite expensive..split among the five of us still worth it. my boss forgot to give all of us our pay cheque!! haha..anyway i'm on leave tomorrow afternoon. &lt;strong&gt;anyone who's free from 2:30pm and wants to go out, call me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110846707574452988?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110846707574452988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110846707574452988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110846707574452988' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110838822373057855</id><published>2005-02-14T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T23:03:33.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; valentine's day &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;lame questions [from firdaus and justin]&lt;br /&gt;question: why couldn't the bicycle stand up?&lt;br /&gt;answer: it was two-tyred &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;question: Bao Qing Tian and Snow White got married and they had a child...what's the name of their child?&lt;br /&gt;answer: Bao Qing Tian skin = black, Snow white Skin = fair, white.... Black + White = Grey... GRey in chinese = &lt;em&gt;hui&lt;/em&gt;...CInderalla's chinese name = HUi GU niang &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;question: why do our legs get tired when we walk?&lt;br /&gt;answer: because we step on lemon&lt;br /&gt;explanation: leg tired in chinese = &lt;em&gt;jiao suan&lt;/em&gt;.. &lt;em&gt;suan&lt;/em&gt; in english = sour.. lemon = sour... leg step on lemon...dats y our leg will &lt;em&gt;suan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110838822373057855?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110838822373057855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110838822373057855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110838822373057855' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110830432990148078</id><published>2005-02-13T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T22:18:49.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i didnt go to church today because the car couldnt start and by the time we wanted to leave the house, it was too late liao..11.15??&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; vickii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was so sweet to msg me to see if something was wrong because i was absent. actually, i was having cramps too! [since yesterday] so i thought i would meet the youths outside for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ZGMights sports day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. but after much consideration, i decided to go out with&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; sharon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; instead. i've not seen her in 3 years! too bad &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;nat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'s sick so she had to give this meeting a miss. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;how was sports day?!?&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;she brought her darling along. he made a good first impression! sharon and i both had cramps but i think hers is so much worse than mine. she kept going to the toilet!!! poor girl.. anyway, her darling fractured his left arm while rock climbing. i'm like owww...later i accompanied her to go shop for her valentine's day present! couple rings...cool stuff. ate dinner late..about 8:30..then after dinner, it was time to head home. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;tomorrow i have a driving e-trial test. i think i'm so gonna fail it again man. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;i have to discard my monthly contacts. whenever i discard them, i feel a sense of sadness and like she bu de [cannot let go]. think it's got some sentimental value lor. sigh...watching them harden on my table now. i feel so sad just touching them, let alone throw them away into the dustbin. i have to open a new pack of contact lenses but i don't feel like throwing the old pair away. i'm mad... i am going to miss it. it's my first ever pair of disposable contacts.. haiz..away they go..into the dark eerie scary and eeeky dustbin. i am so sad to see them go... &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;goodbye contacts pair #1...hello contacts pair #2...&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110830432990148078?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110830432990148078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110830432990148078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110830432990148078' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110818044477190635</id><published>2005-02-12T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T11:55:15.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is something that I see,&lt;br /&gt;In the way you look at me,&lt;br /&gt;There's a smile there's a truth in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;What an unexpected way,&lt;br /&gt;On this unexpected day,&lt;br /&gt;Could it be, this is where I belong.&lt;br /&gt;It is you I have loved all along. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's no more mystery,&lt;br /&gt;It is finally clear to me,&lt;br /&gt;You're the home my heart searched for so long.&lt;br /&gt;It is you I have loved all along. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are times I've ran to hide,&lt;br /&gt;Afraid to show the other side,&lt;br /&gt;Alone in the night without you.&lt;br /&gt;But now I know just who you are,&lt;br /&gt;And I know you hold my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Finally, this is where I belong,&lt;br /&gt;It is you I have loved all along! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No more mystery,&lt;br /&gt;It is finally clear to me,&lt;br /&gt;You're the home my heart searched for so long.&lt;br /&gt;And It is you I have loved all along. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, over and over,&lt;br /&gt;I'm filled with emotion,&lt;br /&gt;Your love, it rushes through my veins.&lt;br /&gt;And I am filled with the sweetest devotion,&lt;br /&gt;As I look into your perfect face.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love is like playing the piano. first you learn to play by the rules then you forget the rules and play from your heart. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110818044477190635?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110818044477190635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110818044477190635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110818044477190635' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110814280118054597</id><published>2005-02-12T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T01:32:05.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;marquee behavior="alternate"&gt;&lt;img height="337" src="http://www.shaw.com.sg/upload/idoido/promo/I-Do-I-Do-080205.jpg" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/p&gt;i just came home from watching that show. of course i've showered..all ready for bed! we were supposed to go visiting today but my dad changed his mind. he brought us to watch a movie. it's so hiliarious. it's a 1hr 45min movie but you're laughing throughout the whole show. i think it's so singaporeany. ah-beng type of english pronouciation, english mixed with rough sounding hokkien and all the local celebrities. so funnY! if you want a laid back, brain dead, just-sit-there-and-laugh-and-laugh-some-more type of movie, this one's for you.&lt;/p&gt;*yawnZ* since i'm so tired, i won't be working tomorrow. i'm having a self-proclaimed long weekend again. please be reminded that we have to wear either a red top or bottom to youth service later in the day [or else we will deck you in hongbaos]. bring along one mandarin orange as well. good morning worlD!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110814280118054597?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110814280118054597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110814280118054597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110814280118054597' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110809036517750716</id><published>2005-02-11T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T11:40:38.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday was fun fun. had lunch at home first then we went to taka in the morning because my dad wanted to get a DVD player. after that, we headed to my third aunt's house. we were surprisingly the first ones there. i had second lunch there. two bowls of rice, curry, ke tu pat, one plate of bee hoon and a lot of cadbury assorted nuts chocolate! later my other aunt came. she brought along my cousin's wedding albums! i had such a lovely time looking at it. she really looks so pretty. watched a bit of the wedding VCD also but i had to leave for vic's house. so this saturday my paternal side is coming over for dinner. sooooo many people man. we'll get to look at the wedding VCD and photos again. can't wait.&lt;/p&gt;seeing everyone going to school and i feel like a school drop out. i wish i could go out today to do something! some times i wish i still had school to attend. there my friends will be...now it's like we have to meet up and not everyone can make it so the total fun would be just half?? i miss them. i miss you!&lt;/p&gt;i ran into dr saradetch yesterday at the void deck of vic's house. was so surprised to see her there. i mean of all places to run into someone. she told me i should go back to visit all the teachers. told her i'll be going to the official opening. oh well, that's about it i suppose. meeting nat nat later. YAY!!!!!!!!! finally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110809036517750716?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110809036517750716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110809036517750716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110809036517750716' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110800692963973867</id><published>2005-02-10T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T12:07:23.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today i was showering. my droplets of water suddenly caught the sun. they reflected the rainbow colours. i was so amused. it was so pretty! violet, yellow, orange, green, blue, indigo... really nice! if only i could take a picture of it. i purposely splattered all the water at that spot and kept my eye on it. very waste water la but this is the first time such a thing has happened in my shower. so, i thought i'd blog it because it's a good thing to remember.&lt;/p&gt;lets see..what am i going to do today? i will...have lunch at home first then head over to my parents' friend's place. then i'll go over to my aunt's house where everyone is going to be, which only means more hongbao for me. after that i might pop by vickii's house for dinner. and after that...maybe do something else like i don't know what.&lt;/p&gt;let's see what has happened so far. reunion dinner was especially crowded this year! we had about 40 - 50 people squashed into my aunt's flat. there were not enough seats so one group had to eat first before moving off for the second group to have dinner. and there were already two round dinner tables. thankfully i was in the first group because we went early! we had good steamboat food. but to my sadness, there was no crab. i saw my nephew's girlfriend. my nephew by the way is older than me. i think he's 21 this year. after reunion dinner, we headed over to another aunt's place where i saw my cousins who are all married and in their 30s. so i saw some more of my niece and nephews. [only saw 1 niece] we left at about 12:30AM so i slept at about 2AM only to be woken up by my mom 7 hours later! i was so annoyed to be jolted out of my beauty sleep not once but twice!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;yesterday we went over to my uncle's place for lunch. it was the gathering of my maternal side yesterday. after having a yummy lunch there [his wife is such a good cook], we headed over to my house where we played cards. that was round one. we had dinner then we went over to chris's place for round two of cards. so funny lor..when they were playing cards, the teens went into calvin's room for a night of entertainment: calvin playing playstation 2. it's hilarious! and natalie, who went high, tired me out with her noise and after playing with her, i was energyless. chris flimmed videos of me playing with her with his phone. there were like 4 videoS!!! the adults finished their little annual gambling session past midnight. so again i slept late. this time i told my mom not to disturb me in the morning!!! and she didn't!! i woke up at 10:45AM. so happy and satisfied with my wonderful dreamless sleep. awwwww...welcome to another fun day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110800692963973867?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110800692963973867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110800692963973867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110800692963973867' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110788232321655849</id><published>2005-02-09T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T01:05:23.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i've been eating too much qua-chi. [melon seeds] my top lip feels sore now. think too much salt!!! okie let's see. i've just come home from reunion dinner!!!! yup yup..almost 1am!! it's like reunion breakfast also. nice food today!! steamboat. ate so much &lt;strong&gt;yummy food&lt;/strong&gt; kaez! i look forward to &lt;strong&gt;gaining weight&lt;/strong&gt; this chinese new year. collected 9 hongbaos today...will be collecting more!!! my cousins, who are like in their 40s, were so surprised to hear that i've graduated from JC. they asked, "so you just entered JC right? first or second year?" hehehe...my other cousin said it's a compliment because that means i seem so young. haiz...i don't wish to grow up. it takes me one year to get used to the fact that i've grown a year older so right now, i'm still 17...right? right? right? it's the lag factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;later today, i'll be &lt;strong&gt;waking up late&lt;/strong&gt; [duh, look at the time] probably just in time for lunch! which is at my uncle's place. so happy i have a great valid excuse to wakie late! it's the gathering of my mother's side tomorrow. then after lunch, they're coming over to my place. yay...that means i can change into home clothes! no need to wear that dress anymore...*heh heh* after that, i have no idea where we're going for dinner...are we even going anywhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thought I saw you today&lt;br /&gt;You were standing in the sun then you turned away&lt;br /&gt;And I know it couldn't be&lt;br /&gt;But my heart believed&lt;br /&gt;it seems like there's something everyday&lt;br /&gt;How could you be so far away&lt;br /&gt;When you're still here&lt;br /&gt;When I need you you're not hard to find&lt;br /&gt;And I laugh and cry&lt;br /&gt;You're still here &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had a dream last night&lt;br /&gt;That you came to me on silver wings&lt;br /&gt;And I flew away with you on a painted sky&lt;br /&gt;And I woke up wondering what was real&lt;br /&gt;Is what you see and touch or what you feel&lt;br /&gt;because you're still here&lt;br /&gt;you're everywhere we've ever been&lt;br /&gt;You're still here &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I heard you in a strangers laugh&lt;br /&gt;And I hung around to hear him laugh again&lt;br /&gt;Just once again&lt;br /&gt;Thought I saw you today&lt;br /&gt;You were standing in the sun then you turned away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110788232321655849?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110788232321655849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110788232321655849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110788232321655849' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110782760937729555</id><published>2005-02-08T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T09:53:29.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello, hello!! happy chinese new year eve to everyone reading this...i'm currently at work. right now i'm the only one in office. there was another staff here but he's left to go somewhere. so, how's everyone doing? finished your chinese new year shopping?? [did you even go shopping for the festival?] preparing for reunion dinner? anticipating to recieve your red packets? can't wait to open them and count how much you've recieved this year? i have no idea why i'm asking all these questions..i seem to have nothing better to type.&lt;/p&gt;i'm back here sitting in the office chair...working on the rest of my primary 3 compositions. i did about 25 compositions yesterday and i have about 5 more to do today. after primary 3, i have to do 40 primary 2 essays. *hmmmz sian* but i think it's better than setting comprehension questions! i set two sets yesterday..help my colleague because she looked as if she was going to fall asleep on the table any time soon.&lt;/p&gt;i'm quite bored...bleeeah.. can't wait for the reunion dinner tonight. going to my aunt's house..time to stuff myself with yummy good food. speaking of good food, my dad brought me and mummy out for seafood on sunday night. we had black pepper crab and abalone! so yumz...&lt;/p&gt;haiyah i feel so dorky working on the eve of chinese new year kaez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;this is the window to my heart&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110782760937729555?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110782760937729555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110782760937729555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110782760937729555' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110768311703768282</id><published>2005-02-06T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T17:45:17.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>chris long is going to be the speaker for our church camp this year! hehehe so funny!!! okie...asking all girls. who wants to bunk with me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110768311703768282?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110768311703768282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110768311703768282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110768311703768282' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110758705365691651</id><published>2005-02-05T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T15:04:13.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okie...first day back at work today. feels funny working again. i was just getting used to bumming around. so val's sick now..it's her turn to be absent. last night, i dreamt i went to school to get my A Level results back. i dreamt i had a grade M for economics and mathematics. a B for geography. i was soooooo glad about my geog grade!!!!! but the weird thing is...&lt;strong&gt;i don't take mathematics&lt;/strong&gt;!!! and the other werid thing is...&lt;strong&gt;there's no such thing as the grade M&lt;/strong&gt;. i was talking to my sister long distance via my handphone and i was telling her, "i shouldn't have changed chinese to maths...i didn't even go for any maths lesson lor..should've just stuck to chinese. why did i go to switch?" my sister started asking me what i'm going to do about it. i said "i must retake lor." and when i woke up, i'm like...&lt;strong&gt;i don't even take Chinese at A Level&lt;/strong&gt;!!!! i'm so weird okiez...all these dreams are getting me madder with each passing day man. no wonder i'm so insane now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110758705365691651?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110758705365691651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110758705365691651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110758705365691651' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110748556402198509</id><published>2005-02-04T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T10:52:44.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>morning world. i just woke up ok? *thinks* this is the third day that i'm not at work. my mom actually wanted me to go back today but she heard me coughing and sneezing so she changed her mind. my dad also said, "if tomorrow still cough don't go work la.." i think my boss is very happy that i don't show my face man! but i have to go back next week. maybe my boss will give hong bao leh??? *heee* anyway, thanks to my boss's generous allowance for leave, i managed to &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; shop for my chinese new year clothes lor. i was about to wear old clothes for visitation.&lt;/p&gt;how i spent my yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;my first e-trial test for final theory. failed. haaaa..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mom dropped me off at paya lebar mrt. took a train down to city hall and for the entire time i was debating with myself if i should drop at somerset or orchard.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dropped at orchard. headed to wisma. bought mcdonalds fries. they ran out of twister fries.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;did some window shopping first because i had fries in my hand. couldn't possibly try stuff on. saw some really nice clothes. made a mental note to come back to try them on later when i meet my mom.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finished my fries.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;saw a nice red top in pepperplus. perfect for CNY. yay i could finally try some clothes. tried it, got a new piece, tried it again and bought it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;since i got my top, i brushed the mental note out of my mind.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;felt so tired..and i've already finished walking the whole of wisma. stoned at the aquarium and waited for my mom. couldnt find any place to sit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;met my mom. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;went for lunch at the wisma food court. lovely yummy duck rice! halfway through eating, some old man started talking so loudly about this past experiences. i doubt he's got a sound mind. he was talking to no one.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mummy went to try on some clothes in wisma. i helped her get nice clothes and gave her comments. hee&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;headed to taka. shopped a while and we couldnt find any nice clothes. i got tired again. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mummy brought me to coffee club. i saw the lobster pasta and i was like ahhh so yummy...i want!!! but it was sold out. so never mind. went back to my beloved ice earl vanilla. [finally i got the name right when placing my order.] mummy ordered some earl grey cake which turned out to be a disappointment. not nice leh, so don't try!! save your $5 to get you something nicer which you will enjoy. mummy said she should've gotten what i got instead.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she says we'll come back some time to eat the lobster pasta. and she said i'm a pig.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she tells me to go to bugis myself. she wants to go get the stuff she tried on. then she will go home, prepare dinner, then drop by my grandma's place.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i go to bugis. look around and there's no skirt that's nice. saw some nice ones but they only look nice. when i tried them on, they don't look nice to me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;got tired. about to give up shopping already. but thankfully, i find a skirt at about seven!! i couldnt be happier!! finally the shopping can end!!! yeah, i'm not a shopper. get tired easily.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go to mos burger for a drink [ice milk tea] and corn soup. so yuuuuuuuummy!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;headed back home for dinner, happy with my skirt.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;showed mummy my skirt and she fell in love with it.  she said it's very beautiful! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i told her i was eating corn soup when she called me. she was like "corn soup?! i also cook corn soup!" ok la..double dose never hurts anybody. was yummy also. again, she said i'm a pig. eat so much. then she said, "you want the lobster spaghetti...xia si ren." [translation: scare someone to death]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;went upstairs to bathe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;missed american idol because i was idling around. *rhymes*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;slept.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;let's see what happens today! the time is now 10:51 and i have yet to wash up. eeeeeks i'm a dirty girl!!! my phlegm is still plenty in the morning! eeee. wah..so gross.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110748556402198509?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110748556402198509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110748556402198509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110748556402198509' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110734276268358929</id><published>2005-02-02T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T21:55:17.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the entertainment i had today:&lt;br /&gt;- "what a girl wants" on vcd for the 3rd time. snacked.&lt;br /&gt;- had curry and bread for lunch&lt;br /&gt;- shopping spree at parkway. supposed to buy clothes for chinese new year but instead, i bought a bag, 2 casual tops, a black tube. i treated my mom to ice-cream using my first pay cheque money. wanted to treat her to fish&amp;co today for lunch but she ate already. so never mind lor!!!!!! drank bubble tea.&lt;br /&gt;- grocery shopping at cold storage&lt;br /&gt;- came home. watched inntimate escapes, great country inns, bewitched. was flipping channels all the time because the shows were running simultaneously. snacked.&lt;br /&gt;- entertained sparrow. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;entertainment for tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;- e-trial test for final theory&lt;br /&gt;- shopping spree again. have to get clothes for chinese new year. will be shopping in town.&lt;br /&gt;- probably head home to watch bewitched again. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 17 Years Old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+6;color:#0000cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/"&gt;What Age Do You Act?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110734276268358929?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110734276268358929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110734276268358929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110734276268358929' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110717724017116771</id><published>2005-02-01T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T21:24:37.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my boss arrived at work at about 3 something. when he entered the room, i started having a coughing fit. he actually started chasing me home right there and then. i was like "what?! go home now??" and he was like, "yeah.." but in the end he told me i should not come for the next few days. ok fine, so i've got a boss-proclaimed leave for as long as i want..think i'll return to work on friday. he's scared i'll pass my sickness to him and he said so himself. anyway, he's so funny la. he gave me two hindi CDs with MTVs from the various hindi movies. i've not watched any of them but i'm watching the MTVs now. he told me "if you don't like, don't give back to me arh!!!!! find a way to discard it.." i was like laughing down there..he got those CDs from the lucky draw, shopping at mustafa. free gift for me!!&lt;/p&gt;so funny lor this joke:&lt;br /&gt;A man called home to his wife and said, "Honey I have been asked to go fishing up in Canada with my boss &amp; several of his friends. We'll be gone for a week. This is a good opportunity for me to get that promotion I've been wanting so could you please pack enough clothes for a week and set out my rod and fishing box? We're leaving from the office &amp; I will swing by the house to pick my things up. Oh! Please pack my new blue silk pajamas." The wife thinks this sounds a bit fishy but being the good wife she is, did exactly what her husband asked. The following weekend he came home a little tired but otherwise looking good. The wife welcomed him home and asked if he caught many fish? He said, "Yes! A lot of Salmons, some Bluegill, and a few Swordfish. But why didn't you pack my new blue silk pajamas like I asked you to do?" The wife replied, "I did. They're in your fishing box."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110717724017116771?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110717724017116771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110717724017116771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110717724017116771' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110717582957481971</id><published>2005-01-31T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T21:06:22.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haiz...my cough is still not getting any better. on sunday morning, i was coughing so badly, i couldnt swallow my breakfast. yesterday i coughed and there was a small trace of blood in my phlegm. oh wellz..pray more pray more! *yay* i feel so high man. i went AWOL for work again today. i can't help it la...everyone in my work place is falling sick and i think it's because of me lor...so i stay far far far away from them. you know...doing them a favour.&lt;/P&gt;today, mummy cooked so much food for dinner. she was like "haiyoh why i cook so much arh.." then i was like "yah why you cook so much huh?" then she say coz she thought it was very little at first so she added one more dish. waaah eat until pengz. then we started talking about the days when my sister and i were still small. so funny lor!! i think we were so different in many ways. one loves milk [drink until stomachache, got to see doctor] while the other refused to drink milk. must wait until sleepy and groggy then force the milk bottle into her mouth. i still hate milk to this day. no wonder i've got small bones.&lt;/p&gt;i like this song...it's Casting Crowns with "who am i"&lt;/p&gt;Who am I?&lt;br /&gt;That the Lord of all the earth,&lt;br /&gt;Would care to know my name,&lt;br /&gt;Would care to feel my hurt,&lt;br /&gt;Who am I?&lt;br /&gt;That the Bright and Morning Star,&lt;br /&gt;Would choose to light the way,&lt;br /&gt;For my ever wandering heart,&lt;/p&gt;Not because of who I am,&lt;br /&gt;But because of what You've done,&lt;br /&gt;Not because of what I've done,&lt;br /&gt;But because of who You are,&lt;/p&gt;I am a flower quickly fading,&lt;br /&gt;Here today and gone tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;A wave tossed in the ocean,&lt;br /&gt;A vapor in the wind,&lt;br /&gt;Still You hear me when I'm calling,&lt;br /&gt;Lord, You catch me when I'm falling,&lt;br /&gt;And You've told me who I am&lt;br /&gt;I am Yours.&lt;/p&gt;Who am I?&lt;br /&gt;That the eyes that see my sin,&lt;br /&gt;Would look on me with love, &lt;br /&gt;and watch me rise again,&lt;br /&gt;Who am I? &lt;br /&gt;That the voice that calmed the sea,&lt;br /&gt;Would call out through the rain,&lt;br /&gt;And calm the storm in me,&lt;br /&gt;I am Yours.&lt;/p&gt;Whom shall I fear?&lt;br /&gt;Whom shall I fear?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I am Yours,&lt;br /&gt;I am Yours.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thought of the day:&lt;br /&gt;James 4:14 "Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. what is your life? you are a mist that appears fo a little while and then vanishes." is there something you've been putting off?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110717582957481971?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110717582957481971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110717582957481971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110717582957481971' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110700987386135539</id><published>2005-01-29T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T22:44:33.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my mom is so lame. was watching this national geographic show on snakes 2 days ago. when it was commercials, they posed this question. "why do male snakes have two penises?" so i asked my mom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: mummy why do male snakes have two penises?&lt;br /&gt;mom: how do i know? [thinks for a while] maybe just in case one drop off..&lt;br /&gt;me: huh what?!&lt;br /&gt;mom: i don't know...because they are crawling on the floor..it might just drop off&lt;br /&gt;me: omg... [laughs] ok...&lt;br /&gt;mom [after a while]: aei my IQ very high one ok...&lt;br /&gt;me [still in the omg mode]: OK!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;i had a funny and cute and weird dream 2 nights ago. i dreamt i had a pet seal!! but my house no pool for it to swim so i dreamt i went out and when i came back, the seal's fur dried up! it looked all fuzzy and brown...then it came to greet me at the gatE! then i dreamt it shared water with sparrow [my dog]...i went to the back, filled up a super large pail with water and let the seal swim in it..i don't know how it swam in a pail la!!! i told you it's a weird dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110700987386135539?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110700987386135539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110700987386135539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110700987386135539' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110689839160094546</id><published>2005-01-28T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T15:46:31.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel so loved today because of the concern people are showering on me in this time of sickness. i hope i will feel good enough to attend youth service tomorrow because right now, i love staying home with my phlegm infested throat, notorious morning cough and stuffed nose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110689839160094546?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110689839160094546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110689839160094546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110689839160094546' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110683113879363877</id><published>2005-01-27T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T21:13:10.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happened to read a friend's blog...she just broke up with her boyfriend. seems like she's hurting herself on purpose by remembering him and the things they used to do and just the stuff that reminds her of him. she was going on about how human love runs dry after a while...and i think it is very true. i just felt God telling me to tell her that yes, human love does run dry. but His love is the only love that is everlasting. so i left her a comment, "there's one love that will never fail you, dearie...Jesus's love for you."&lt;/p&gt;lately, i don't care what people say about me, talking about Jesus. it doesnt matter because they need to hear it. too bad if they don't like it but i will continue speaking of Jesus because He's so important, man. i've been blasting Planet SHakers on my office laptop, singing along to it though some times my voice gets weird because of that throat and cough i've got now. yuppie...if i want to tell others about J.C, i've got to start somewhere. and God has also revealed something to me...to tell others about J.C, i've got to really read the Bible well!!!&lt;/P&gt;thought of the day:&lt;br /&gt;if we were only customers of ALmighty God, we could be selective in our faith and reject anything we didnt like. but that's not an idea we get from Jesus. he pointed us to a cross,not to a spiritual check-out counter. He said: "if anyone desires to come to Me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross daily, and follow Me. for whoever desires to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for My sake will save it" [luke 9:23-24] CHrist died on a cross for our sins, not for our satisfaction. and He calls us to trust in Him, then follow Him with a life of self-denial.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110683113879363877?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110683113879363877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110683113879363877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110683113879363877' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110674313683723061</id><published>2005-01-26T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T20:38:56.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think my day today was a sort of slack one at work though i did some work. valerie and i managed to watch kal ho naa ho [not the whole show] and she took it back home to watch. then i did some exercises but the computer hung twice today and each time it hung i didn't save my work. so i was kind of doing it twice. the recovered document was also not the full thing so i might as well re-do it. on the whole, work was good. i was also spreading my germs around. actually, val and i were spreading our germs around. maybe if my boss gets sick, then we will really have nothing to do if he goes on MC!!! *heee heeee*&lt;/p&gt;thought of the day:&lt;br /&gt;when we make a promise we must keep it. when we tell someone we will pray for them, we need to follow it through and do it. God will create in us a steadfast spirit if we take seriously what we tell others we will do for them, and if we follow through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110674313683723061?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110674313683723061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110674313683723061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110674313683723061' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110663807230329145</id><published>2005-01-25T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T15:49:52.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;2nd post of the day!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you gotta read this, man. if you don't, you'll lose out big time. *hahaha* okie so what happens? i'm like watching TV when i get this SMS from michelle, "hi joy, could you write a short testimony on your experience / what God impressed on you / your reflection on ignite?" i was like oh yea i want to write but then...i don't know what to write. so i waited until my show ended and there was absolutely nothing interesting left on TV. and then i thought about it. i still didn't know what to write, man. so i walked to the kitchen to get myself water. i was asking GOd in my heart, "give me something to write" and suddenly thoughts came into my head. so many of them, i thought i was going to forget every one of them before i could even sit down to sort them out. thankfully, when i started to pen them down, they kind of fell into place. still quite messed up but at least there's a structure to it. *yay* so here is my testimony for Ignite 2005. you gotta read this, man. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Since last year, I've always had this one question at the back of my head. Would I deny Christ when I face persecution just like Peter or would I be like Paul who said in Philippians 1:21 "For to me, to live is Christ and to die is gain"? Only on Saturday the 22nd of January, I decided to make a stand - to be a martyr for Christ. Pastor Ken called for those who were willing to be martyrs to come forward. Hundreds came forward for that altar call with their hands lifted up and calling out to God. God showed me that since people can be convinced enough to be martyrs for other causes such as terrorism, what more should a child of the true and living God be convinced of? After all, Jesus died for us. Ever since that Saturday afternoon, my prayer each night before I sleep is that God will grant me His strength to stay true to my decision. I pray that I would not lose focus on God because it is very easy to. My relationship with God has definitely grown deeper since the conference. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Another thing I've been praying for is for boldness, courage and right opportunities to share about Christ to my unsaved friends. On Saturday night, together with many others, I felt God's burden for lost souls. I could not stop crying because I truly felt what they felt. I felt their sense of hopelessness, pain, despair - that there is hardly any meaning in life because those who do not have Christ in their lives simply have no idea what they're living for. God opened my eyes to what they were feeling inside. I thank God for that because ever since that night, I want to reach out to those who are lost. I want to share Christ with them because I've finally felt God's burden. That night I went home and told my mom, "It's great to be a Christian." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I fell terribly sick the very next day but still the joy and peace of God never left me. It was the ultimate flu I ever had! However though I was hurting physically, I rejoiced in my spirit. Praise God for his wonderful work and for touching me at Ignite 2005!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;so...you didn't regret reading that did you? i know the testimony would appear on SUnday's bulletin but i can't help myself by posting it here for the whole world to see. i might make some changes to it but....awww...it's great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110663807230329145?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110663807230329145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110663807230329145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110663807230329145' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110661949446991460</id><published>2005-01-25T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T10:18:14.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>helloooo world!! it's a beautiful morning!! i couldnt sleep last night because my nose was stuffed up and running. my ear was stuffed up too from yesterday to this morning. it just cleared..still a little stuffed. and now it feels weird... and, my mucus is disgusting..&lt;/p&gt;congratulations to denice who posted the first comment yesterday!! yea i'm craving a doughnut!!! [michelle suggested i eat one for my low sugar level] who wants to treat me?? 70cents one doughnut hor...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110661949446991460?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110661949446991460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110661949446991460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110661949446991460' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110655113255847413</id><published>2005-01-24T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T15:29:14.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to the doctor today. after taking fever medicine last night, my fever ended and today i'm sweating. so it's great and i thank God for that! never have i been so happy to sweat before..usually the feeling of perspiration sucks..so &lt;strong&gt;having a fever means saving water because you don't sweat so you don't bathe&lt;/strong&gt;. HAHAHAHA...no, i'm just kidding. i took cold showers yesterday because i felt so hot..but in short,&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;prayer works man&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! my chest still tightens at times and it's so hard to breathe coz it hurts badly...doctor says it's probably something to do with the muscles. she didn't say much..so please pray for the pain in my left chest to go away. took a blood test today [by the request of my mother] to see if i'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;diabetic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; because of my sudden excessive loss of weight. doctor was saying the thinness is genetic since my whole family [immediate and external] is on the thin side. she checked my sugar level and she was like, "your sugar level is very very low." that explains the dizziness and fainting spells i get everyday of my life. i suppose it has something to do with my low blood pressure too. so i'm not diabetic and my skininess is to do with the low sugar and blood count. however i try to put on weight by eating, it's probably not going to work. so at last my mother's worry is put to rest and for the doctor who once said i was anorexic and bulemic, HAHAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i've got &lt;strong&gt;2 days Mc&lt;/strong&gt;. doctor was so surprised that i'm working now. she said, "oh you look so young!!" you know...i'm thankful i've gained a little of my voice back. at least now i can carry a tune and sing songs of praisE! yaaaay!! by the way, i like this next song. it's been in my head ever since the ignite conference. it is called "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;You are Holy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;planet shakers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. the words are oh-so-meaningful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here i stand my life before You&lt;br /&gt;can't believe the price You paid&lt;br /&gt;gave it all just for me&lt;br /&gt;i lay my life upon the altar&lt;br /&gt;take me now, i place my&lt;br /&gt;life in Your hands &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;King of Heaven, You're my Saviour&lt;br /&gt;You left Your place of Glory&lt;br /&gt;giving Your life just for me&lt;br /&gt;how could i ever repay You?&lt;br /&gt;You came into my life Lord&lt;br /&gt;You set me free&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;everything i am i give to You, You are Holy, Holy&lt;br /&gt;take my life and everything i do, You are Holy, Holy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are Holy, give You Glory&lt;br /&gt;You are Holy, give You Glory&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;time to do sunday school homework now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110655113255847413?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110655113255847413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110655113255847413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110655113255847413' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110648440092684343</id><published>2005-01-23T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T20:54:18.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;prayer request&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick. i have an aching left shoulder which seems a little swollen to me. i've been having a headache ever since church ended. feel like fainting every time i stand up, walk around or move my head. running nose, aching body, fever, sore throat... i slept for about 3 hours when i came home. my mom scared me when i told her i'm aching. she was like "haiyoh..careful arh might be dengue fever. did you have a mosquito bite about a week ago?" i was like..."yeah....." then she said "you never complain about aches before when you have flu.." she went on about the symptoms [internal bleeding..aches...etc etc] and i was getting freaked out. vick is right. pray against it in Jesus' name. i want to be made well enough to serve God...*yaaaaay!!!!* mummy told me to sleep with her tonight.. =p hmmm i won't be going to work tomorrow i suppose. so there's time for me to do my sunday school homework. PERFECTo!!!! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;my blog page takes so long to load...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thanks for all the prayers in advancE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110648440092684343?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110648440092684343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110648440092684343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110648440092684343' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110623601662472438</id><published>2005-01-20T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T23:46:56.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IGNITE was a blast. i enjoyed myself. sermon was on heaven. very very cool stuff. i came back home and had another blast. there was this letter from the government for me. i knew it was my basic theory test result. i'm glad with my result. =) good nite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110623601662472438?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110623601662472438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110623601662472438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110623601662472438' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110605214949387539</id><published>2005-01-18T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T20:42:29.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finished off grammar.&lt;br /&gt;started on vocabulary. came across some questions with pretty hilarious options. valerie and i laughed like mad. i couldnt breathe. &lt;br /&gt;Mother brings the dirty clothes to the __________ to wash them.&lt;br /&gt;(1) laundry&lt;br /&gt;(2) brewery&lt;br /&gt;(3) cemetry&lt;/p&gt;My father uses a _________ to shave every morning.&lt;br /&gt;(1) chopper&lt;br /&gt;(2) knife&lt;br /&gt;(3) razor&lt;/p&gt;They brought the lunatic to the __________.&lt;br /&gt;(1) mansion&lt;br /&gt;(2) church&lt;br /&gt;(3) chalet&lt;br /&gt;(4) asylum&lt;/p&gt;watched garfield on vcd today during lunch. managed to watch snipets of kal ho naa ho. i got valerie crazy over hindi shows now. tomorrow we're going to continue watching. coolness. we da-pao back you see... i bought lots of food today. my lunch, bubble tea and two doughnuts. ate on doughnut there, brought one back home. both of us bought two doughnuts each! well...i spent a bomb on lunch. time to cut back my expenditure tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;i have trouble withdrawing money from the darn ATM. my mom will have to teach me how i'm supposed to withdraw certain amounts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110605214949387539?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110605214949387539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110605214949387539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110605214949387539' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110596560770334992</id><published>2005-01-17T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T20:40:07.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am so bored with work. today i did nothing but set grammar questions. tomorrow i'm starting on vocab. valerie and i want to watch vcds tomorrow. let's hope we have time and that we have time &lt;em&gt;before&lt;/em&gt; my boss arrives.&lt;/p&gt;i bought the new paper today *yay* got out of cheapo mode today for a while. but i was still kind of cheapo. forfeited bubble tea and ate lesser for lunch so that i don't feel so "xin tong" [heartache] when i buy the newspaper. i bought a doughnut today. 70 cents. so yummy can!!! i was saving it for tea coz i always get hungry at about 5 or 6..so the whole time after lunch i was salivating at the doughnut in its plastic wrapper. val was like "aiya just eat it la!!!" so i ate it at about 2 plus. after eating it, i wanted another and another and another. it's really yummy!!! maybe i'll buy one more tomorrow?? oooooh yumz....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110596560770334992?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110596560770334992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110596560770334992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110596560770334992' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110580312466693232</id><published>2005-01-15T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T23:32:04.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pay day today. feels nice to get a cheque addressed to me. yay.&lt;/p&gt;youth service today - baby day. wore a handmade bib [is that how you spell it?] by my mom. she wanted to sew me a bonnet but she gave up because the needle broke!!! and she said if she did, it would look like a witch's hat. i told her luckily she didnt because even if she did, i wouldnt wear it!! we guessed which baby picture was who and it was fun. and funny.&lt;/p&gt;went for dinner later. came home, bathe..blah blah blah. speaking of which, i just found out that women are not supposed to bathe for a month after giving birth. oh man...&lt;/p&gt;tomorrow is red-day. yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110580312466693232?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110580312466693232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110580312466693232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110580312466693232' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110567530594838251</id><published>2005-01-14T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T12:01:45.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this morning, i had my basic theory test. i think i'll be able to pass. will have to wait for about a week before i get my result by mail. recieved the invitation letter to meridian's official opening. 25th feb. i want to go. anyway i found out that synerg!z is on 17th - 19th march. i want to go too!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110567530594838251?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110567530594838251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110567530594838251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110567530594838251' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110552667182310249</id><published>2005-01-12T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T18:44:31.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>left office at 6 today...got cramps. and since i finished all my compositions today, why not take the chance? won't be going to work tomorrow and the day after. i can't wait for saturday's youth servicE! it's baby day!! we're all supposed to dress up as babies and our game has something to do with our photos lor. that's what i'm guessing. my office toilet has got ades mosquitoes. i'm so reluctant to go to the toilet now...but i can't hold too much in my bladder too right? try to kill them but they fly so fast and i can't see where they're hiding!!! i forgot to buy bubble tea after work. and i was craving for it some more. hmph...was working in my boss's office today with valerie. then she played her hokkien songs while i listened to my hindi songs. my boss was like "wah..you both buddies arh?? culture fusion is it?" then he ask me if i understand what i'm listening to. there's this super obsene song on val's hokkien CD lor!!! she was like interpreting it to me. she didn't understand the lyrics too until she read them last night..so funny lor!!! haiz...cramps cramps please go away...&lt;/p&gt;i'm sick of taufik's "i dream"...it plays non-stop on radio. urrgh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110552667182310249?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110552667182310249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110552667182310249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110552667182310249' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110544892846579895</id><published>2005-01-11T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T21:09:34.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 428px; HEIGHT: 79px" height="90" src="http://ch8.mediacorptv.com/imagegallery/store/phpVV5KAc.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;the show very drama today lor!! especially ending that time...i thought jiaqi died!!!! i was like set to start crying when all the flash back started but then when i was just about to start, the scene changed and i realized that jiaqi actually lived. i could've killed the scriptwriter and the director. anyway, tonight's episode is the happiest ever in the whole series. every scene today was a happy one, except for &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt;...no fighting, no arguing, no fighting...just loving, reconciliation, laughing and sharing happiness. nice ending!!! yay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;today off day and i went for my basic theory e-trial test. managed to do 5 tests in that hour. i passed three times and failed twice.&lt;br /&gt;first test: fail 88%&lt;br /&gt;second test: pass 92%&lt;br /&gt;third test: pass 90%&lt;br /&gt;fourth test: fail 88%&lt;br /&gt;fifth test: pass 90%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;got more trial tests on thursday and my real test is on friday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110544892846579895?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110544892846579895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110544892846579895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110544892846579895' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110535973402362842</id><published>2005-01-10T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T20:22:14.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;to reply to some comments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;denice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: joy!! u never came back to the conversation after ur bath!! lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: huh what conversation?? i came back and only saw marcus lor...u left le...or something like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;michelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: "you yearn to find ... the one man who will sweep you off your feet and ride into the sunset on a big white horse" ooohh..... so lo-man-tic!&lt;br /&gt;me: romantic la..but so un-real. where got horse? singapore's seaside also got so many ships spoil the sunset...and then wait the guy riding the horse dunno how to ride horse..drop off man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;anyway, YAY I AM GOING TO &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;IGNITE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!! told my boss i have to go on off again (i have tomorrow, thursday and friday off this week. next week it's for ignite) and i was like wondering what if he asks why i need so many off days..5 days in total lor like a week..but he just said, "oh that's no problem!" then he asked if it's for driving but i didnt want to tell him so much so i asked him another question. it made him completely forget about his own question! *lol* yuppppp i'm soooooooooooo going to ignite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;today i went to work at 9am but i only started real work at 4pm. i was slacking the whole first half of the day away because my boss came only at 2:30. he didn't give me any work until like 3 plus? he had some other stuff to tend to. yay for me!!! so for the past few days, i've been getting paid for coming on time, using the electricity, talking, playing solitare until i'm just clicking for the sake of playing, listening to music and studying for my basic theory test which is this friday. i need to pass!!! i've not heard of anyone who failed it yet...i don't wish to be the firsT! i'm going for another E-trial test tomorrow. i wanna pasS!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;watched double happiness just now. i'm so sad that jiaqi has some heart problem. i was like crying at the end. didn't want my mom to see..wait she say "cry cry cry...everything also cry...!!!" again..oh guess what?! my mom's so hip. she signed up for "multiply" just to check out my sister's pics. but she dunno how to use it...she wants me to teach her. -_-" i myself have not even seen it before, let alone &lt;em&gt;use &lt;/em&gt;it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110535973402362842?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110535973402362842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110535973402362842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110535973402362842' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110519295913252183</id><published>2005-01-08T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T22:26:19.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my dad confiscated my remote control for the auto gate just because i use it to walk into my house. what's up with that man...i asked for a reason and he couldnt give me a good one. "it's not good" yah like that helps explain his actions. i just walked up the stairs. "i don't see why i can't use the control." &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You like&lt;/strong&gt;: Pretty ornaments, cuddly toys, romance and candles. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You dislike&lt;/strong&gt;: Loud computer games, wrestling, yesterday's fashions and being lonely. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're best at&lt;/strong&gt;: Patching up problems between mates, always seeing both sides of the story and surrounding yourself with beautiful things and people. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deep down&lt;/strong&gt;: You yearn to find your soul mate - the one man who will sweep you off your feet and ride into the sunset on a big white horse. Love and relationships are what matter to you most. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your career:&lt;/strong&gt; In keeping with your caring nature, choose veterinary science, teaching or medicine. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fashion&lt;/strong&gt;: You like clothes with a sexy, feminine feel. You love frills and flounces but won't wear them unless they're in fashion. You look good in a variety of colours from bright red and navy to softer, more pastelly shades. When it comes to accessories, you like jewellery but it has to be discreet and understated. No tiaras for you, thanks very much! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As a mate&lt;/strong&gt;: You will go to any lengths to avoid tiffs and hate it when a friendship breaks up. Your mates find you interesting and objective but they get frustrated when you can't make up your mind. Mostly, though, they think you are trustworthy and terrific. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As a girlfriend&lt;/strong&gt;: You love being part of a couple and will work your socks off to keep things calm 'n' cosy. Arguments bother you so you would rather avoid an issue than knuckle down and sort it out. You are happiest when everything's rosy and crumble into a tearful heap when it's not. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If your boyf's a Libra&lt;/strong&gt;: Expect him to be a good listener but give him space to say his piece too. Libra boys find it difficult to make tough decisions, so learn to read his mood and take the lead about where to go on dates, etc. He'll soon come round if you handle with care. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;its somewhat kinda true..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110519295913252183?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110519295913252183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110519295913252183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110519295913252183' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110510905767742238</id><published>2005-01-07T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T23:37:07.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alaric is such a thoughtful guy.. he got vick and i the soundtrack of "the gift"..i was so surprised.. [yup sadly we were the only ones who went] i'm listening to it now. though it's only got 3 tracks and it doesnt have that hindi song i want, it's great!!! i like the song "thankful" he was surprised that jon and mich left without even watching the performance. vick and i got front row seatS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! the best view. could see all the breaking and stuff. really enjoyed it even though i know the jokes and stuff. after the performance, i concluded that though joel is the handsomer one, rayvin is the cuter one. denice missed out seeing the cutie pie. and since i found out rayvin is younger than me by 2 years, i think it makes him even cuter...like a smaller boy?? heee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;thankful - rachael gunasilan &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;greatest gift of all&lt;br /&gt;sweetest love in history&lt;br /&gt;majesty as a child&lt;br /&gt;for the world You lived to die &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;precious sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;clothed in humility&lt;br /&gt;every drop of blood You shed&lt;br /&gt;paid for my eternity &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i'm grateful You came&lt;br /&gt;remember the price that You paid&lt;br /&gt;as i give You my praise on this day&lt;br /&gt;i'm thankful. i'm so thankful &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;so i lay it all down at Your throne&lt;br /&gt;this life is all Yours not my own&lt;br /&gt;my gift for all that You have done&lt;br /&gt;i'm thankful. i'm so thankful &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;You're the giver of all good gifts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110510905767742238?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110510905767742238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110510905767742238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110510905767742238' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110501411061493818</id><published>2005-01-06T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T20:43:31.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was walking during lunch in some car park with val. then i stepped on something super sharp. i don't know what it is. it just pierced my foot. it bled. talk about the sole having the thickest skin on your body. told my mom and she was like, "got wash or not? this is how people get blood poisoning. can die one leh..." and i was like, "yah and now you're scaring me..." ever since i started working, i've been cutting myself on the average of one cut per week. omgoodness.&lt;/p&gt;watched double happines.. so exciting!! tomorrow's episode is the third last episode. i wanna watch!! but i wanna watch "the gift" too.&lt;/p&gt;slacked a lot during work today. managed to get all 41 compositions out but i expected to finish by 5:30. guess what time i finished? 7pm. why? coz i was slacking half of the time. purposely type so slow. hahaha no la...coz i realized i had to make some amendments to every document. and i think the laptop i'm working on is going to die soon. it hanged from last night till this morning while shutting down. none of us noticed when we left the office last night. today while working on it, it hung twice. and it's got some weird neon colours on its screen. it's making funny sounds. hope it dies then i will have nothing to do. just report to work. i just hope it doesnt explode while i'm working on it! reminds me of final destination where the computer exploded and killed the person. hahhahhaaha!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110501411061493818?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110501411061493818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110501411061493818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110501411061493818' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110493540283818902</id><published>2005-01-05T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T22:30:02.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today my boss told me to do something else other than pre-school stuff - write model compositions for primary one. supposed to design the template too. so i traced a few pictures for each composition roughly and then when my boss looked at it he was like "wah you're damn good arh!" then i was like "trace one..of course la!!" but he still continued being impressed. he was saying use some graphics designer programme but then he saw my templates and was like "cut and paste then photocopy can already la!" oh man...my lousy drawings are going to be printed on every worksheet?!?!?! i should sign my name there lor.&lt;/p&gt;my boss only came at about 3pm so i was actually slacking the whole time. really man. i was reading my basic theory book instead of working. read those kiddie books. i read all of them today =p go for lunch about an hour. come back sit sit and talk to valerie and james. watch james clean the tables. we were all slacking, even james. james even asked us to go buy stationary but we didnt have the popular card. only my boss has. so we waited for him to come back but to our dismay, he told james to go buy it instead. argggghhhh val and i sooooo badly wanted to go out!!!&lt;/p&gt;after work, mummy and i went to parkway. did my eyebrows (nicer shaped now. at least got arch) and had dinner at the food court upstairs. then we passed by bossini where i wanted to buy this real nice long sleeved white shirt but they were sold out for "S" size. only left XS, M and L. then i saw this black pants. tried it on and then it fit. so i bought it. free alteration and the pants is almost half price. bossini is having a salE!!! think it's post christmas sale. the chinese new year stock should be coming in soon. hahahah...cya all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110493540283818902?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110493540283818902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110493540283818902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110493540283818902' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110482480535480839</id><published>2005-01-04T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T15:46:45.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm not sick. maybe just that day my nose was dripping and stuff. haaaa..had my basic theory Electronic trial test today. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FAIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; MAN!!! twicE!!! first score was 82% and second score was 88%. haiyooooh need at least 90% to pass. that's like only 5 questions wrong. out of 50. omgoodness. heeeelp! think i'm carrying my basic theory book wherever i go to now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110482480535480839?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110482480535480839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110482480535480839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110482480535480839' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110464779590157486</id><published>2005-01-02T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T14:39:06.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>maybe i'm starting to feel a little unwell??? i'm not too sure. and since its raining so heavily, i decided not to join the youths for lunch. went with mel instead. wonder where the youths went. so many people are sick! jon, mich, ben, wenhao, jo. i don't wanna be the next you know. i think i'm going to sleep la.&lt;/p&gt;when we had a family gathering over at my place, my grandma told me to read luke 21:29-36 and so i did, but i started from verse 25 instead. the sentence "on the earth, nations will be in anguish and perplexity at the roaring and tossing of the sea" i went like woow...reminds me of the tsunami thing..the whole passage only goes to remind us how near the second coming is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110464779590157486?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110464779590157486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110464779590157486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110464779590157486' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110452365264382476</id><published>2005-01-01T04:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T04:07:32.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello everyonE!! this has gotta be the earliest time i've ever blogged. anyway i'm at denice's house now!! we watched 50 first dates just  now. now we're just slacking. wenshan is online and i'm talking to her..my sis called denice's house just now and it was a nice thing to be able to talk to her. but it was quite soft. i bet it's denice's phone!!!!! ok, nothing much to blog. denice is being pa-gua again. haaaa&lt;/p&gt;happy new year!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110452365264382476?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110452365264382476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110452365264382476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110452365264382476' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110441009222023229</id><published>2004-12-30T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T20:34:52.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A bus stops and 2 Italian men get on. They sit down and engage in an animated conversation. The lady sitting next to them ignores them at first, but her attention is galvanized when she hears one of them say the following: "Emma come first. Den I come. Den two asses come together. I come once-a-more. Two asses, they come together again. I come again and pee twice. Then I come one lasta time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You foul-mouthed sex obsessed swine," retorted the lady indignantly. "In this country.......we don't speak aloud in public places about our sex lives........" "Hey, coola down lady," said the man. "Who talkin' about a sex? I'm a justa tellin' my frienda how to spell 'Mississippi'."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110441009222023229?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110441009222023229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110441009222023229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110441009222023229' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110432634334768078</id><published>2004-12-29T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T21:19:03.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>came across a book for primary / pre-school children when i was wrapping the books. it's called "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;scarecrow's hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" the staff are laughing over that book. some of the kids have even heard about it. actually the starting is quite all right but the later part really gets retarded. valerie and i couldnt stop laughing...i nearly fell off the chair. yeah it was quite bad until i keyed the whole story into my phone with the intention of blogging it for all to read. by the way, the story only took up 3 sms. haaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;scarecrow was sad. "look at me. i have a hat," he said. "i have a nose and i have a mouth. but i have no hair!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;"poor scarecrow," said the farmer. "i will find your hair." the farmer put a notice in the newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lost&lt;br /&gt;scarecrow's hair.&lt;br /&gt;reward $100.00&lt;br /&gt;phone: the farmer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;"we will look for scarecrow's hair," said the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;they looked down holes. "the scarecrow's hair is not here," they said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;they looked between plants. "the scarecrow's hair is not here," they said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;they looked up trees. "here is the scarecrow's hair!" they said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;"good," said scarecrow. "i have hair. but...i have no shoes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wanted to buy.&lt;br /&gt;shoes&lt;br /&gt;shoes for a scarecrow&lt;br /&gt;phone: the scarecrow &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;today valerie and i were at lunch when we walked past this woman [she looks about 40-50 years old] she was wearing this skirt. i was like, "her skirt looks like the cloth from the catering table." it was that red colour in the satin like material. and the cut was like...no shape...just flowing down sweeping the floor. waaaah both of us laugh like siao. then later i bought soyabean milk from the market. cheapo ma...only 70cents. i walked like barely 5meters when the bag started leaking. went to get it changed. later walking back a second time, so funny!! we were like tracing our steps using the soyabean milk droplets on the floor. again we laugh like mad. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!! hmmmm...mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;i'm doing lesson plans for pre-schoolers now at work. the workload is enough to get me brain dead. firstly, i'm doing 2 years worth of planning. secondly, there are soooo many books for them. i have to read through each one before planning for the lesson. thirdly, i think the pay is too low for me to be doing so much work. hey....my nice boss is exploiting valerie and i!!! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110432634334768078?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110432634334768078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110432634334768078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110432634334768078' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110416226903145058</id><published>2004-12-27T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T23:44:29.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>work:&lt;br /&gt;yao wen got stung by a wasp. who ask him go and step on it...and some more his shirt had about 5 bees printed on it. so apt...&lt;br /&gt;kept the christmas tree. more like stuffed it back into the box. my boss gave it one look and said, "pathetic tree.."&lt;br /&gt;i'm more or less taking charge of the admin stuff now. when school reopens, maybe i'll get to help out with the children. most likely [from what it seems now] i'll help out with the pre-school kids.&lt;/p&gt;grace's party: &lt;br /&gt;so i went in the end. was raining when i got there.&lt;br /&gt;ate spaghetti. it was yummy. i didnt try any of the cakes grace made. didnt feel like eating them.&lt;br /&gt;watched "ice age" - so funny. geri and vickii laughed a lot.&lt;br /&gt;watched benjamin's hilarious performance. once i was laughing so hard, i told vick i couldnt breathe.&lt;/p&gt;tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;work...work...work...&lt;br /&gt;dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110416226903145058?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110416226903145058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110416226903145058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110416226903145058' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110405533694552936</id><published>2004-12-26T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T18:06:36.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;yesterday&lt;/strong&gt; [&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!]:&lt;br /&gt;church.&lt;br /&gt;family lunch.&lt;br /&gt;home.&lt;br /&gt;family dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;church.&lt;br /&gt;long john silvers with the youths - 21 of us - the service sucks. who rang the bell?!&lt;br /&gt;orchard with youths for shopping. split up. some went topshop/topman. some went to play LAN. some went window shopping.&lt;br /&gt;home. while the rest are still in orchard. some going over to ting en's place later.&lt;br /&gt;painted my nails purple.&lt;br /&gt;awaiting nightfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;work. =(&lt;br /&gt;work. =(&lt;br /&gt;work. =(&lt;br /&gt;maybe gracie's christmas party. maybe. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;by the way, who's going??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110405533694552936?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110405533694552936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110405533694552936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110405533694552936' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110390502700622562</id><published>2004-12-25T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T00:17:45.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay its finally and officially christmas!!! =) okk....ermz...to all those who wished me, i'm wishing you back!!!!! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and that also goes out to all those who haven't wished me yet / will not wish me la. *flying kissie*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110390502700622562?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110390502700622562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110390502700622562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110390502700622562' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110387255378319937</id><published>2004-12-24T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T15:15:53.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to work today..half day work supposed to end at 2pm but my boss started to chase us out at 12.55. i was like "huh? now?? i havent even finished..." he was like "aiyah christmas ma!! up to you la up to you.." then i stayed on till 2pm. by 1.55 he switched off the lights and told us to go. waseh 2nd time being chased out of office. i havent even packed my stuff yet man...then the computer still on and haven't saved my stuff!!!! all of us got a christmas present from my boss. yay..wasn't expecting it leh..was a great surprise. let's see...i've not got many christmas presents yet. only a few. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;valerie bumped into the christmas tree twice today. the second time was when we were leaving office. both of us nearly died laughing again. and our laughter attracted my boss's attention..he also started laughing. he asked us what we're going to do for the holiday...then he said play hard and enjoy..then come back on monday! hmmmm such a nice guy. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;yesterday was the badminton bbq...i enjoyed myself. can't recognise so many of the J1s..i nearly forgot who wing tong is also...*oooops* played bumper car but my car was like a toot car. can't even move. so lag lor. just stay down there kena bang left right front back centre. but it was so fun... =) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;tonight there's carolling. gotta be at church in the evening. wonder where we're going to sing... now i've got a slight headache. think it's the lack of sleep from last night. i'll go sleep now i suppose [if i manage to sleep la] or else just lie on my bed. wasn't in the best of moods today...sigh...aiyah i'm mad already. so sleepy and lazy... &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;merry CHristmas Eve one and all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110387255378319937?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110387255378319937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110387255378319937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110387255378319937' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110376668386021510</id><published>2004-12-23T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T09:51:23.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my posts are getting shorter because i don't really have the mood to write about anything when i get back from work. and since i spend almost the whole day on a computer, i don't really fee like coming home and facing a computer again. and as for the date, i don't know why but the first post always don't have the date. haaaa..&lt;/p&gt;work yesterday was funny. the day when the christmas tree came about. i'm so chor lor man. tried to arrange the christmas tree branches and i ended up breaking so many of them. like 5 or 6??? by that time i was laughing and laughing...my boss was also laughing. val and i were laughing so hard that we nearly died on the floor. the tree looked so spastic with scotch tape all over!!&lt;/p&gt;headed down to christmas at orchard. the emmanuel AOG's "the gift" was awesome. so lame but funny. the break dancing was like....."WHHHHHOOOOOAAAA" it's the whoa dance!!!! (haahah) rayvin [angel of joy] and joel [angel of peace is it??] are so cute!!!! *lol* and i saw the whoa hair on some passer-by...alritey, i enjoyed myself last night. came back and lied on the floor because i was dead tired. and then a headache came along. waseh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110376668386021510?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110376668386021510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110376668386021510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110376668386021510' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110363370267882425</id><published>2004-12-21T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T20:55:02.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>very happy...my off day today!!!!!!! *yay* and i spent it well. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110363370267882425?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110363370267882425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110363370267882425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110363370267882425' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110355928205143900</id><published>2004-12-21T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T00:15:02.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one day of work...do nothing except sit at the computer setting worksheets. did english and maths today. hardly any kids came today and those who came had to attend lesson. yeah so i'm lazy to blog already. don't wanna look at a computer and type words for long.&lt;/p&gt;taaaa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110355928205143900?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110355928205143900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110355928205143900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110355928205143900' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110328848928075730</id><published>2004-12-17T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T21:03:02.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>second day of work. had to open up the place today because val's in malaysia enjoying herself!!! got to meet my boss's wife and daughter today. his wife bought breakfast for me!!! i was so surprised...then my boss bought lunch for me...but only breakfast was F.O.C. seriously, i think trisha [if i remember her name right] is such a sweet lady! she teaches english and her daughter [who is sooooooo coincidentally named joy] is also one of her students. today wasnt as tiring as yesterday. the kids had their english teacher back, that's why. i only had to play with them after lunch and during their free time when they were waiting for their parents to come. i'm running out of ideas for games to play with kids. but at least chris chased me out of office at 6:30. he made me post some kids' birthday cards and buy stamps.&lt;/p&gt;hmmm had to do 12 sets of maths worksheets today! 6 sets on fractions and6 sets on whole numbers. i still have 1 set of fractions problem sums to set tomorrow. managed to set more english papers... it can be quite draining entertaining the children but it's worth it at the end of the day when you reflect on their sweetness, innocence and child-like spirits...but i can't wait for valerie to come back...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110328848928075730?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110328848928075730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110328848928075730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110328848928075730' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110320221377515768</id><published>2004-12-16T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T21:53:49.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first day of work. being with the kids was quite enjoyable. sitting at the computer setting questions isn't very interesting though...and it really hurts the eyes. i sat there long enough to complete setting 30 exercises..each exercise has 10 questions...i did the one for primary 3 today. think i'll complete the rest tomorrow or something...got hundred over exercises in total. got some fill in the blanks...and some mcq.. i feel like a babysitter [must accompany kids to the toilet], receptionist and a teacher all rolled into one. the kids called me all sorts of names...ms ee...teacher...they tried guessing my name...guess snow white and sleeping beauty...&lt;/p&gt;had to entertain them whenever the time called for it. after lunch, we had games and then it was reading time. i had to read to two primary 1 girls. the book was called..something like "i HATE going to bed". i had to practically drag them to the chair and read. after reading, they were allowed to play games for 15minutes. after that, they had to do some comprehension on the book they just read. after doing the worksheet, i had to mark it and go through their mistakes with them. it's so hard to get them to share the book. wah like that also can fight...but they're so cute. when their parents came to pick them up at the end of the day, yin xuan came into the office specially to say goodbye to "teacher". looking forward to seeing them again tomorrow. but i don't wish to see that lame computer again!!!! all the worksheets can drive me nuts. and valerie ain't coming again until tuesday...so i'll be all alone!!! then i'll really become a receptionist.&lt;/p&gt;okie, let's see how tomorrow goes!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110320221377515768?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110320221377515768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110320221377515768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110320221377515768' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110311354600808954</id><published>2004-12-15T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T20:25:46.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had my interview today at harriet education school. it's in bedok. so near to my house. *yay* i'm going for a one week trial from tomorrow to next thursday to see if i like the job. mainly administrative work and i got to meet the kids today. well, at least some of them. i waved to one girl when i was leaving and she waved back. so touched. anyway, i have to accompany the little girls to the toilet if there is no one else to. i'll be setting worksheets *sounds like fun* and maybe doing some of the worksheets...like answer scheme? yeah...primary school and secondary school. and when school term starts and the tuition centre gets busier, if any of the teachers need my help, i'll be the assistant teacher. and i get paid to play with children. fun?? yeah! my boss wanted me to work on sundays as well but he realized i have church to attend. haaaa...so i have sunday off! saturday is a half day for me. that's great! then i can still make it for youth service and go out with the youths... i was telling my mum, maybe this is sort of a preparation to see if i'm really made out for the teaching profession. she told me..pray about it. yeah think that is important! the pay is on the 15th of every month and i can't wait to get my first pay..*grinZ* don't ask me to treat la. not enough money to treat yet...&lt;/p&gt;here are my working hours:&lt;br /&gt;mondays - fridays [full day]: 9am - 6/7pm&lt;br /&gt;saturdays [half day]: 9am - 2pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110311354600808954?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110311354600808954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110311354600808954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110311354600808954' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110295425497128980</id><published>2004-12-14T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T20:30:10.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just last night, i sent in two resumes. and today while watching tv, waiting for double happiness to start, i recieved a call from harriet educational school. so i'm going for an interview tomorrow. i'm definately not teaching there, i guess. more of admin stuff. i'm so thrilled. i'm going to get employed!!! [maybe, maybe not.] then i'll really be busy! working and getting ready for my basic theory, attending lessons. oh man. so exciting. but let's just wait until i really get employed. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;below: our meteor garden shot which turned out really nicely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://jeqin.mypicgallery.com/youthneoprints/scan0001_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;below: all smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://jeqin.mypicgallery.com/youthneoprints/scan-3_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;below: lovely us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://jeqin.mypicgallery.com/youthneoprints/scan-2_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110295425497128980?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110295425497128980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110295425497128980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110295425497128980' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110293581163658129</id><published>2004-12-13T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T19:03:31.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;second entry today!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i went shopping. had to buy a dress for christmas and new year. tried on more than 10 dresses. maybe about 15? fell in love with one but it looked a little old and there was no new piece so i had to settle for a simpler but still sweet dress. i've been out the whole day! since 11 plus and i just came home in time for double happiness!&lt;/p&gt;i registered for driving today!!! basic theory test is on 14th january 10:15 to 11:15 i think...sooooo fun man. then after that, i'll study for the advanced theory test. when i pass that, i'll go on to handle the car. though i can drive around the circuit and have the theory test at the same time, i think it's best if i concentrate on one thing at a time...ALL RIGHT, my show's on now! see ya'll!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110293581163658129?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110293581163658129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110293581163658129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110293581163658129' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110290684325312764</id><published>2004-12-13T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T11:00:43.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm starting my search for a job - for real. flipped through the classified [was forced to by my mum] and found 3 jobs that were quite all right...one is a private school teacher *laughS*, another is some data-entry person for Robinsons. this two need resumes so i'm planning to start writing one soon! i just managed to type my testimonials [KC and MJC] which i plan to send as attachments. mainly because i have nothing to write for my resume. my mum said must write height, weight and complexion too?? walaus...the last job was this telephone operator. quite nice job conditions. work from home. so i imagined myself in bed, answering phone calls. quite cool right? so i called the company up and got a recorded message. waaaaaah i won't ever forget this!!! it turned out to be those make-a-friend chatlines!!! eeeeeeeeks. so horrible one!!!!!!!!! okie, so i'll focus on the previous two jobs which seem more reliable.&lt;/p&gt;going to enquire about the highway code thingie today later. then mummy and i are going shopping in town. she wants to get me some christmas clothes?? haaa she said she wants to get a dress or something like that.&lt;/p&gt;last night's party was fun. we played whistling sparklers and mine nearly exploded i screamed so loud! i got to see michelle and xing yi's respective boyfriends. michelle and shi xian look so cute together. we had lots of food!!! in the end everyone had to da bao home but i didn't. can't imagine myself eating bbq food for breakfast, lunch and dinner. we recalled many past memories that i totally forgot about!!! and i got to see INA!! after sooooo long, she looks sooooo pretty now!!!! we exchanged numbers. yay!! yup. fun fun. maybe the next time we gather would be a sleepover again over at my place. anyone up for it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110290684325312764?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110290684325312764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110290684325312764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110290684325312764' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110283753909492074</id><published>2004-12-12T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T16:18:47.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last night's outing was fun. chris, sophia, denice, geri, lynn and i. on the way to bugis, i was smsing geri because she said she would be slightly late. so i was replying her. actually i had my back to the pole in the mrt train, i had been leaning on it a while ago before a guy came and leaned on it too so i stopped leaning. seriously, guys like him should have some common sense. don't lean on it when someone else is already leaning la!!!! dumbo. i hate people like that! then the train jerked so i lost my balance. i knew i'd fall onto that guy's friends if i didnt grab on to something so i instinctively grabbed my behind for the pole but who was to know, i completely missed the pole and gropped that no-common-sense guy's butt. aiiiyooooh so embarrassing. from the reflection in the window, i could see him and his friends staring at me. i didn't dare to turn behind to apologize or even to look.  wanted to drop dead. i just pretended to continue smsing as if nothing happened. serves him right for leaning on it when i was leaning on it first!!!&lt;/p&gt;i had much fun yesterday. we took neoprints after dinner and in the end we had to choose the shots we wanted. time was running out so i anyhow press 6 shots. thankfully they all looked nice! then we could decorate it by writing anything we wanted on the photos. it was hilarious la..i didn't know how to operate it so i kept writing wrongly and i kept pressing the wrong buttons..nearly died laughing there. then i don't know how to erase it. haiiyohz. then after that, it was [i don't know what time] so we all went back! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;we [denice, sophia, wenshan and me] distributed fliers at the houses around church after second service [there were only 5 guys in service today. everyone is in the mission trip!!!] huey en and faith are so cute! today faith let me carry her. she pulled my hair and my necklace. faith made so much noise during service that most of the time, we were all laughing at her sounds. when i was sitting on the floor, huey en came and stepped on my toes. she remained standing there for quite long and i was asking her why she stepped on me. then i wriggled by toes but she looked as if she couldnt feel a thing. so cute leh...then she eat until her clothes turned orange. haaaa &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;after distributing them, we went over to AUPE to eat lunch. at first i wanted to head on down to suntec with them but i was thinking it's not long before i would have to leave there for michelle's birthday / sec 2 class reunion so....i came home without going out. mummy was quite surprised. and besides, i've got blisters at the sole of both feet that really hurt damn badly. wonder how i walked....and i was in heels too. arrrgh. they were from prom and i totally forgot about them until i started to feel the pain today during the walk around the neighbourhood. that's also another reason why i came home instead of going to suntec. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;tomorrow doctor's appointment. haaiyah i hope all goes well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110283753909492074?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110283753909492074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110283753909492074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110283753909492074' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110273203611401424</id><published>2004-12-11T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T10:27:16.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i woke up at about 9:40am. eyes were slightly swollen..i think mummy allowed me to sleep in later because of the aftermath of prom. anyway, as soon as i woke up, i started reading my book. well, acutally it's not &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; book but it's mel's. she lent it to me like.........donkey years ago! bet she doesnt even remember. and i'm so sorry to be keeping it for soooo long!!! it's a love story ["i do" by elizabeth chandler] but it's not much of any sweet romantic thingies. the story line was kind of predictable. i didnt manage to finish it last night because my eyes were really hurting. mel lent me a vcd too. let's see what it is called..."the story of us". starring bruce willis and michelle pfeiffer. ok, i hope i got her surname right. it looks so weirded to me. i plan to watch it after i blog! *yay*&lt;/p&gt;the second mission team is not back yet so we won't have youth service. if not it'll just be like seven of us. so instead of having service when jon and michelle aren't around, we planned a youth cell outing tonight! so great right?? chris and wenhao were supposed to plan it but nooooo in the end the girls [geri, sophia, denice and i] planned everything. this only goes to show one thing [we all agreed on it last night online]: girls make better planners than guys. in general. *laughS* so we're going to bugis for dinner. we're running low on a budget so we'll go there and find something cheap to eat!&lt;/p&gt;tomorrow, the mission team is returning and we'll probably go to receive them at the airport. hmm...i don't know if "we" includes me because michelle's party starts at 6 so it depends on what time they touch down!! so fun..the whole sec 2 class is being invited and i'm sooo bringing my camera. i heard some of them have grew into such beauties that i won't recognise them! hopefully i don't get thrown into the pool again, like some light weight.&lt;/p&gt;i'm off to watch my show now. please let it be nice and entertaining and sweet and touching and moving and interesting and worth my time watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110273203611401424?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110273203611401424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110273203611401424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110273203611401424' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110264136455077006</id><published>2004-12-10T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T09:16:04.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>prom was kinda boring if you ask me. at the end of it all, i think people went more to look at beautiful people instead. the games only included those on stage while others were busy eating the 8 course dinner or taking photos. i took..maybe just pass 20. missed out taking with any teachers. oh well. never mind. they all look the same as how they look in school. i couldnt recognise so many people! zaidah, wensi, jieni, gwen, xiuting [she looked so pretty that we voted her prom queen secretly but its a pity she didnt get chosen] ajay rocked la. he blew the crowd away and won prom king. then we had the dance. the dance floor was actually packed! but not many stayed for long because they had other plans. almost everyone went clubbing. cheeky monkeys was having ladies night so there was a free flow of drinks. but i didnt. went walking instead and admiring the city lights and stars. i like alaric's shirt. at first i couldnt imagine what kind of stripe shirt it would be [especially when he said the stripes were of many colours] but it turned out to be really nicE! his good taste and his mummy's. he looked nice in a full suit. so professional. and some more given his tall-ness. haaaa..okie bottom line is that everyone looked bootylicious.&lt;/p&gt;stayed over in the hotel room belonging to erin. i was back first and vanessa and joy [the other joy] came back about 10-15 minutes later. then later, everyone returned with a few others still out. one of the guys was drunk and he was making noises, not walking straight. it was pretty funny!!! only thought such things happened in shows. then i was the first to fall asleep. luckily i fell asleep because i'd be so dead tired now if i hadnt. the bed and pillows in ritz carlton are just soooo comfortable. soft and fluffy!! i shared the bed with huimin and erin. i had three pillows all to myself but because of my hair, i had to sleep in an almost upright position which ended me in a backache and neckache halfway through the night. so i changed position and stayed that way until 6:30 when we all woke up. i opened my eyes and saw all the guys sleeping!!! i thought only the girls were staying over. in the end, there was 13 plus of us all crammed into one hotel room. they were making so much noise throughout the night that some times i woke up. especially the part when they were complaining they were hungry and they bought cup noodles back to eat.&lt;/p&gt;so now i'm home. too tired to walk so i took a cab back. no one lasted for the morning - everyone went straight home without breakfast. i'll probably sleep later. *yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110264136455077006?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110264136455077006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110264136455077006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110264136455077006' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110255772230401383</id><published>2004-12-09T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T10:19:19.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so lazy to blog ever since i came back from china. but i will still blog when i have nothing to do and that seems very often now. haaa i love this feeling! it's my prom tonight and it's kind of exciting. there's dinner and dance and we only end at 1am. i hope people actually dance. my sister and nat were telling me during their proms, hardly anyone danced. hope my school isnt like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;yesterday nat came over in the afternoon, just after noon. [tongue twister??] then we did some stuffies and went plaza sing to buy tix for bridget jones. i think we look so young. the lady didnt believe we're over 16 even after seeing our ICs. when we presented our tickets to get into the theatre, the lady was so hesitant to allow us in. she was staring at all three of us then she finally let us in. we don't look like 16 meh!!!! after buying the tix, nat and i headed to gelare where we shared a large waffle. so yummy..sharon dropped by when we were halfway through the waffle. it looked distorted but she still wanted to eat. poor thing was so hungry. was surprised that she cut her hair! i liked her long long long hair..like those shampoo ads. silky soft and flowy! ran into wensi and michelle at the cinema. i couldnt recognise michelle because she looked so different! she had no glasses on [maybe she got contacts! yup i'm sure she did] and she did her eyebrows! bet everyone is going all out to look their best! i wonder if we have such thing as prom king and prom queen?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;the show was funny but it wouldnt hurt if you missed it. then after that we went for dinner at mos burger. then we walked around and did some shopping. bought michelle's present and i bought a rubber band. nat and sharon said it looks sweet thats why i bought it. sharon wanted to rush home to watch the 9pm show with tay ping hui inside so we left. i came home and felt so tired. nearly fell asleep on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;later i'm going out to do some last minute prom stuff. yay quite fun la. below are some of my pics in xi-an.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://jeqin.mypicgallery.com/2004chinatrip/lying-buddha_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://jeqin.mypicgallery.com/2004chinatrip/wuxi--a_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;and how come everyone has red hair now?? should've really done mine pink then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110255772230401383?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110255772230401383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110255772230401383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110255772230401383' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110234948843851046</id><published>2004-12-06T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T00:11:28.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well well. i'm back! juz beat the 2 minute mark from blogging on the 7th! [feels funny to be blogging all over again.] the trip was pretty all right. in china, there's not one day we go around without arguing with anyone. the people there are all selfish and only think for themsleves. there's no such thing as a queue system for the toilet. like today during lunch, my mum and i were very clearly queueing up when this china woman just barged into the cubicle my mum was queueing for when the lady inside left. so rude man. it's so hard to cross the road there too. cars and bicycles all over the place [not literally] the zebra crossing is not much of a use. no one stops for anyone crossing there. in car parks, people hate waiting for another to reverse. once the reversing car is blocking the whole lane because it's jutting out and obstructing the way, the oncoming car horns without even waiting for a second. as soon as it stops to let the car reverse, it horns. loudly. inconsiderate people. like i said, it's everyone for themselves. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;one good thing there is that shanghai is very clean as compared to the last time i went there. the things there are so cheap too. so we did lots of shopping. xi-an was so polluted that you can't see things clearly as long as they're 2 streets away. think it's because they burn lots of coal there. in xi-an, the first hotel we went to was labelled as 4-star but i think it's barely even 2-stars. there's no central heating so the entire hotel is freezing cold [it was zero degrees almost everyday] and the toilet is unbearable. the moment i saw it, i knew this was no place i was going to stay in even for half an hour. there was no console, no towel rack, NO MIRROR!!!, no proper shower place. even the toilet roll came half used. there's no proper box of tissue. the light bulb is...don't even get me started. surely, we checked out as soon as we checked in. then we headed to hyatt for the safest place to stay. it seemed like heaven. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;i guess i'll go rest early. and i have to make sure i rest enough because of prom that's coming up on the 9th! wishing denice, sophia and all ACJC kids a great prom tomorrow. hope clara, natasha, sabrina, amanda, emily, vera etc and all other TPJC kids had a blast at their prom!! be sure to show me your photos. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;yours truly, signing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110234948843851046?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110234948843851046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110234948843851046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110234948843851046' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110133987738263816</id><published>2004-11-25T07:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T07:44:37.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just thought i'd drop by for the last time. can't sleep already. so exciting..finally get to sit aeroplane. so everyone has to take care of themselves and stuff..ahhhh very exciting. mummy thinks i'm still asleep or something..she keeps calling me!! ok ok, time for me to say bye bye. muakz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110133987738263816?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110133987738263816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110133987738263816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110133987738263816' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110122101727171865</id><published>2004-11-24T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T17:47:43.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hellooooo everybody! my papers have ended and though they were tough like rocks, i'm too happy and relieved to think about it. will think about it when march comes. okiez? &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;i watched a walk to remember yesterday! i don't regret watching it..thinking of getting the vcd now leh..HAHA&lt;/p&gt;did a stupid thing of talking to the camera today. oh man, the horrible recording is still stuck in my head. kurt and i were laughing at me!! alaric...why you don't want to redo the recording leh!!! haiz, such a bad sport. heee =p &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;i'm so lazy to blog also. just wait for me to return after 2 weeks ok? &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;ok. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;**the below results seem rather true! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="300" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are the Challenger&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;color:#0000cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're brave, impulsive, and gutsy - loving challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You act first and think later. And you're not afraid to speak up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, so much so that you can be a bit bossy at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether people like it or not, you always stand up for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/numberquiz.html"&gt;What number are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry the number is soooo small. i'm the number 8!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110122101727171865?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110122101727171865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110122101727171865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110122101727171865' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110117670062150221</id><published>2004-11-23T10:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T10:25:00.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www2.warnerbros.com/walktoremember/img/photo_main.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this show is so nice. i like it..watched it the other day and i started crying when the movie neared its end. then my mum came to talk to me but i couldnt reply because i was crying  and blowing into the tissue. she looked at me and i said i'm crying. then she said i'm "siao already".. they're playing the show again today on HBO at 3:15!! should i watch?? *grinz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;i bought 8 Days yesterday. haaa finally bought a magazine - my first in years. along with it came 3 thinner books full of advertisements, listing the gifts one can get another for christmas. i saw the toy section and the toys nowadays are so cool! they've got super nice barbie dolls [made nice because of the dresses] and those things you use when you play &lt;em&gt;masak masak&lt;/em&gt;..so cute..i'd love to be a little girl again! but those stuffs aren't cheap! saw this toy horse that cost $69.90. oh yeah..and i don't know why they always have that $0.90 behind for each toY!! why can't they do without the $0.90 and make it cheaper for everyone else. or maybe, they're trying to make it cheaper. $69.90 instead of $70 but actually it's just $0.10 away..i always wondered about the extra $0.90 since i was a kid. can anyone explain that to me?? heee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;so i'll be off to china the day after tomorrow. i can hardly wait to sit the aeroplane! i doubt i'll be able to blog because last time michelle went to china, the blogspot page is banned. so weird...so you'll only hear from me in about 2 weeks. for those who still have that extra bio and physics paper on the 25th, continue to jiayou...then after that, the real party begins!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110117670062150221?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110117670062150221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110117670062150221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110117670062150221' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110110356353592226</id><published>2004-11-22T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T14:25:57.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Tech Support,&lt;br /&gt;Last year I upgraded from Girlfriend 7.0 to Wife 1.0. I soon noticed that the new program began unexpected child processing that took up a lot of space and valuable resources. In addition, Wife 1.0 installed itself into all other programs and now monitors all other system/activity. Applications such as Poker Night 10.3, Football 5.0, Hunting and Fishing 7.5, and Racing 3.6 no longer run, crashing the system whenever selected. I can't seem to keep Wife 1.0 in the background while attempting to run my favorite applications. I'm thinking about going back to Girlfriend &lt;br /&gt;7.0, but the uninstall doesn't work on Wife 1.0. Please help!&lt;/p&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;A Troubled User.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reply:&lt;br /&gt;Dear Troubled User:&lt;br /&gt;This is a very common problem that men complain about.Many people upgrade from Girlfriend 7.0 to Wife 1.0, thinking that it is just a Utilities and Entertainment program. Wife 1.0 is an OPERATING SYSTEM and is designed by its Creator to run EVERYTHING!!! It is also impossible to delete Wife 1.0 and to return to Girlfriend 7.0. It is impossible to uninstall, or purge the program files from the system once installed.You cannot go back to Girlfriend 7.0 because Wife 1.0 is designed to not allow this. Look in your Wife 1.0 manual under Warnings-Alimony-Child Support. I recommend that you keep Wife1.0 and work on improving the situation. I suggest installing the background application "Yes Dear" to alleviate software augmentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best course of action is to enter the command C:\APOLOGIZE because ultimately you will have to give the APOLOGIZE command before the system will return to normal anyway.Wife 1.0 is a great program, but it tends to be very high maintenance. Wife 1.0 comes with several support programs, such as Clean and Sweep 3.0, Cook It 1.5and Do Bills 4.2. However, be very careful how you use these programs. Improper use will cause the system to launch the program Nag, Nag 9.5. Once this happens, the only way to improve the performance of Wife 1.0 is to purchase additional software. I recommend Flowers 2.1 and Diamonds 5.0! WARNING!!! DO NOT, under any circumstances, install Secretary With Short Skirt 3.3. This application is not supported by Wife 1.0 and will cause irreversible damage to the operating system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Best of luck,&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110110356353592226?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110110356353592226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110110356353592226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110110356353592226' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110091354174940974</id><published>2004-11-20T09:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T11:44:15.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bridalpeople.com/images/products/2733.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;wedding bells&lt;/span&gt; are in the air today!!! too bad i can't be there at my cousin's church wedding. but never mind!! going for the dinner tomorrow..can't wait to see how she looks in her gowns...and of course, the good food in store!! it's been so long since i've been to a wedding and a wedding dinner. the next one is probably a few years on from now. i'm going to be so stuck at home. mummy don't allow me out for youth service because i'm going out for the dinner tomorrow. haiz..dress pretty pretty. *laughs*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone knows where i can go do my hair for prom?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110091354174940974?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110091354174940974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110091354174940974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110091354174940974' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110086916225534195</id><published>2004-11-19T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T20:59:22.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;yo people reading this. firstly, the geog paper caught me off guard today. to think i was confident? bLEAH! they &lt;strong&gt;changed the format&lt;/strong&gt; of the geog paper!!!! waaaaalieu....DRQ usually come in (a) and (b) which are basically describe and explain questions but even those are tough. today every single DRQ had (c) and (a) was just one puny mark. part (c)s were the killers. and they're worth most marks some more. come out all the weird limitation and criticism type of question. if i criticize too much about the europe side who knows if i might offend the marker!! haiyooooh!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;for once in my life i actually &lt;strong&gt;memorized&lt;/strong&gt; the case s***-ies. tell me to write you an entire essay on cairo's urbanisation problems, solutions, policies and effectiveness or even the Kalimantan bloodbath between the mudurese and dayaks, it'll be perfect. joy &lt;strong&gt;never ever&lt;/strong&gt; memorizes things. but this time she did and none of the case s***-ies she memorized came out. instead, what came out? last year's A Level question. now tell me, who would do last year's paper for practice and think that the same question will come out? -_-" everyone was complaining about it after geog. mr chen was like haiyah..what to do...bank on physical paper lor... but my friends were even worse. they stayed up until wee hours in the morning cramming all those case s***-ies into their heads and nothing came out! they were complaining they should've just went to sleep instead. they needed coffee to keep awake today during the papers. from 8am - 5:30pm...like working hours. i feel really unjustified here. if they wanted to pull fast ones on us why not pull it on next year's batch? lit and econs were already killers and they want to kill us with geog as well. my A Levels are seriously flying out of the window man. they set trick questions too! &lt;strong&gt;low disadvantage&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;average disadvantage&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;high disadvantage&lt;/strong&gt;. anyone who doesn't read carefully would think low disadvantage would actually mean LOW disadvantage and no high advantage right?! urrrrgh just thinking about it makes me so mad. and what on earth is average disadvantage anyway?? 50% - 50% is it?! *grumble grumble*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;then came the &lt;strong&gt;lit unseen paper&lt;/strong&gt;. oooooh why wasn't i surprised it was difficult? i said shakespeare was bad. now i take that back gladly. shakespeare was OK compared to the unseen paper. was aiming for my A or at least B for lit. almost sure i bagged it. but now?? let's all look on to see my final grades. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;think the science kids had it easier than us arts. they're saying chem and physics were ok..only some complaints about the maths paper. why so unfair?? because they want the arts kids to think out of the box is it? test us on singapore one room flat provision and compare with the five room flat provision in the 1960s. that was before i was born and HDB was just created. how am i supposed to know why there were soooo many one room flats in singapore and why the sudden move to five room flats? that was like &lt;strong&gt;40 years ago&lt;/strong&gt; man! so what if they gave statistics?? as if that's any help as to&lt;strong&gt; whyyyyy&lt;/strong&gt;?! the numbers rose and fell?? or even peaked??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;lessonS learnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(1) s**** what you think aint coming out &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(2) spot questions you think aint coming out &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(3) there's no point feeling confident. at the end of the day when you expect the confidence to pay off, once you open that cover page and the questions hit you in the face, the confidence level drops by half and continues falling while you write on &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(4) s****-ing what you really think you should will get you no where - just wasting your time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i don't know if  the remaining papers are going to get any better. they might as well just catch us off guard at every paper la since they started it at every paper already! let's go and press on. at least i know i studied, memorized and i've tried. and in all things, give thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110086916225534195?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110086916225534195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110086916225534195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110086916225534195' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110075320821967088</id><published>2004-11-18T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T12:50:10.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;guess what??? today when i first woke up, i suddenly said, "ibrahim soliman minister of housing and population declared that..." then i quickly went to check if i remember correctly. oh no...i'm even thinking about geog while i sleep?? haiyoh joy, joy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i dreamt i moved house!! to a small cosy apartment which just finished construction...i like the bathroom!! so classy...and the rooms were substantially big too. not much of a squeeze. anyway, i never knew my houses in my dreams could be that nice. wish i lived there for real! there's even this doggie place for sparrow!! heee..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;was feeling super wu-liao after going through all the geog stuff mr chen just posted on IVLE that i went to play &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;puzzle bobble &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;on my phone. anyway batt's low so i wanna run it out. so happy i finally beat my own high score!! wanted to beat it for so long already...50850 and i died at level 19. haiya wanted to keep on going!! haha..on to watching the oprah winfrey show later on! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;got so many case s****-ies to learn today. hopefully tomorrow's lit unseen paper will be all right and not another killer. hahaha...before i get killed after the whole exam is over!!! bleah..what am i talking about?!?! gotta be mad... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;how was physics today? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110075320821967088?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110075320821967088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110075320821967088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110075320821967088' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110068550853453332</id><published>2004-11-17T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T18:14:02.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i dislike economics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the grey, thunder-storm-in-the-making sky depicts my mood very very well. i like the weather now. can't wait for it to just pour, wind howling, rain, lightning, thunder roaring and all. yeeeah the whole thunderstorm package. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;why must the essay paper be such a killer? now i've got to depend on my mcq and drq. those are the papers i hate. i was actually banking on the econs essay paper. it just makes me dread geog now. lit was tough, econs was a killer. what more for geog? why did inflation and marco economics have to come out &lt;em&gt;any&lt;/em&gt;way? almost all questions were on those two! except for one on market failure which i've yet to hear anyone do..and another on elasticity. there were 2 questions on Singapore. i don't know anything about Singapore's economics so i immediately crossed out both. anyway i didn't know what the question was asking for although one was on foreign exchange, BOP and blah blah blah. the other Singapore question was on externality. i did Q2, 3, 4. a lot of people did 4, 5, 6. the paper was like sitting for one i've literally not s****-ed for. &lt;em&gt;[i forbid "the &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt; word", remember?]&lt;/em&gt; should've just s****-ed everything else instead of what i actually chose to s****. WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY somebody please tell me WHY. come to think of it, i might as well not had s****-ed for this paper!!!! arrrrrrrgh. don't think the moderation will do me any good as well. but thank God he helped me write, if it was just a few facts here and there. better than nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i dislike economics. i dislike economics. i dislike economics. i dislike economics. i dislike economics. i dislike economics. i dislike economics. i dislike economics. i dislike economics.&lt;/strong&gt; i'm so glad i'll never have to touch it again from next week onwards. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;that's one A level subject gone for me.&lt;br /&gt;let's see what my results are when march comes.&lt;br /&gt;yaaaay! - inverted commas.&lt;br /&gt;right now i just want to leave SIngapore on a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for that day. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;feeling: utterly disappointed with myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110068550853453332?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110068550853453332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110068550853453332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110068550853453332' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110060040558178194</id><published>2004-11-16T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T18:20:05.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;the "&lt;strong&gt;shakespeare and other writers&lt;/strong&gt;" paper was tough actually.&lt;br /&gt;don't have much feeling.&lt;br /&gt;no point to have feeling anyway. coz it's over.&lt;br /&gt;got weird questions...&lt;br /&gt;like for &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;antony and cleopatra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, they had some question on intellect.&lt;br /&gt;for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;measure for measure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, they had some question on the duke in a dark corner...&lt;br /&gt;something like that.&lt;br /&gt;haiya don't know man.&lt;br /&gt;brain dead now.&lt;br /&gt;just thank God for seeing me through. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder how was&lt;strong&gt; mathS&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;heard it was ok?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow &lt;strong&gt;econs&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it's a&lt;strong&gt; fainted&lt;/strong&gt; paper&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110060040558178194?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110060040558178194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110060040558178194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110060040558178194' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110053008338726975</id><published>2004-11-15T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T22:48:42.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What You Are To Me&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a rose, you are my thorns,&lt;br /&gt;clutching to me, protecting me.&lt;br /&gt;I am the sun, you are my rays,&lt;br /&gt;helping me to shine and to be all that I can.&lt;br /&gt;I am a lake, you are my water,&lt;br /&gt;filling me with ideas, dreams, and hopes for the future.&lt;br /&gt;I am a tree, you are my leaves,&lt;br /&gt;sharing who and what I am&lt;br /&gt;and becoming an important part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;I am a heart, you are my beat,&lt;br /&gt;beating rhythmically to my happiness,&lt;br /&gt;my fear, my sadness, my excitement.&lt;br /&gt;I am me and you are with me,&lt;br /&gt;to share all that I am,&lt;br /&gt;to share life, love, and happiness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;i might just update a little on tomorrow's exam if it goes well.&lt;br /&gt;if it doesn't, i'll be complaining about it.&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110053008338726975?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110053008338726975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110053008338726975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110053008338726975' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110048656348855996</id><published>2004-11-15T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T22:49:03.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;nowadays i wake up later so i can't really catch &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;morning madness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;the funny and lame jokes the two DJs say really can make me laugh!&lt;br /&gt;the topics they discuss are quite interesting too!&lt;br /&gt;there was one morning they asked&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;what was the most disgusting thing you've ever seen in a toilet&lt;/strong&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;people called in and sms-ed in, with their own experiences.&lt;br /&gt;some were really ewwww but fun to listen! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eye itched from evening all the way until at night,&lt;br /&gt;even when i wanted to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;today it's slightly red at the side and swollen&lt;br /&gt;but the swell is not a mega-swell so only i can see! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the game we played during youth service left me a scrapped knee&lt;br /&gt;because my jeans scrapped it when i banged into the chair&lt;br /&gt;other than that, it was a fun game! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;after studying the whole day yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;i ended my day playing yahoo pool with chris and geri.&lt;br /&gt;i think chris is slightly addicted to the game already&lt;br /&gt;even when i went off to sleep, he and geri kept playing.&lt;br /&gt;wonder what time they ended!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i've made up my mind to not mention the word "Study".&lt;br /&gt;it is &lt;strong&gt;forbidden&lt;/strong&gt; on my blog from now onwards.&lt;br /&gt;it shall be called either &lt;strong&gt;"s****"&lt;/strong&gt; or "&lt;strong&gt;the S word&lt;/strong&gt;" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;tomorrow afternoon is my first paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;shakespeare and other writers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i can hardly wait!! - i mean that.&lt;br /&gt;i've been waiting so long and i can't help but wish it started today!&lt;br /&gt;never mind, the main point is that it's starting. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;YAAAAAAAAAAAAAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;kudos to all taking &lt;strong&gt;maths&lt;/strong&gt; in the morning, and to &lt;strong&gt;lit students&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;welcome back to singapore geraldine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110048656348855996?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110048656348855996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110048656348855996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110048656348855996' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110031310646771198</id><published>2004-11-13T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T10:49:16.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;i have become more &lt;strong&gt;environmentally friendly&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[&lt;em&gt;instead of just recycling paper, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and saving the trees by using 1 piece of paper many times, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;each time with a bolder pen&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;using a &lt;strong&gt;portable f&lt;/strong&gt;an instead of the &lt;strong&gt;air-con&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;every morning, i go to my sister's cupboard and get out the portable fan.&lt;br /&gt;can't store it outside for long,&lt;br /&gt;in case we don't use it until many months later because&lt;br /&gt;my mum said when you on the fan, all the dust will &lt;strong&gt;fly&lt;/strong&gt; out.&lt;br /&gt;i think that's quite cool!!&lt;br /&gt;speaking of helping the environment,&lt;br /&gt;i've been asking mr chen for the mock exam answers many times already&lt;br /&gt;and he finally replied he'll do so today.&lt;br /&gt;maybe he thinks i'm getting slightly &lt;strong&gt;psycho&lt;/strong&gt;..so better reply me!&lt;br /&gt;*grinz* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i played online &lt;strong&gt;pool&lt;/strong&gt; after such a long time with lionel.&lt;br /&gt;quite funny..there were a few times he hit the black ball in so i won.&lt;br /&gt;then there are other times i thought i was stripes when he was stripes&lt;br /&gt;so i kept aiming for his balls..i only realized halfway through the game!&lt;br /&gt;i hit in the white ball many times.&lt;br /&gt;but at least this isnt the real pool, where i hit the balls &lt;strong&gt;off the table&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;heee *embarrassed* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum said i shouldnt have washed my hair first&lt;br /&gt;if not she would've helped me rub &lt;strong&gt;aloe vera&lt;/strong&gt; into my hair.&lt;br /&gt;i saw the raw aloe vera. looks kind of slimey!&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how slimey my hair would feel after thaT!&lt;br /&gt;how hard would it be to wash it off? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel as though i ate something wrong man.&lt;br /&gt;see if i go toilet later.&lt;br /&gt;haha but first i have to get &lt;strong&gt;studying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and then head off for &lt;strong&gt;youth service&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to see what &lt;strong&gt;funny game&lt;/strong&gt; we play today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110031310646771198?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110031310646771198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110031310646771198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110031310646771198' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110022707348600462</id><published>2004-11-12T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T10:37:53.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;i read life and when i pass the movie section, i can't help but wish i could watch the many movies that i long to watch. there are new additions to the list. yesterday i missed bollywood hollywood. *sigh sigh* i hope they play it again next week. wanted to watch it from when it first opened. so long already. but they always play at those odd hours that if i were to watch, surely get nagged at. especially now examination time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so i'm just browsing through &lt;a href="http://www.empiremovies.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;empire movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to watch trailers of the movies that are coming out in the future. haaaaa i see some nice onEs!!!!!!! i just miss the feeling of sitting in a theatre watching a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.empiremovies.com/images/posters/taxi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i had a super funny dream last night!! it was recess and i accompanied two of my friends to the toilet. i didnt want to use the toilet so i just stand outside the cubicles. then suddenly i saw shaochun enter the toilet. he was dressed in some pink colour jumper..looked like pyjamas!! he didnt notice me and he almost went into a cubicle until i said, "whey what you doing in a girl's toilet?" then he was suddenly looked so embarrassed and we started laughing.. i also dreamt my mummy became a teacher in my school!! don't know why although everyone was MJC students, my dream took place in the KC primary building. talk about weirD!!! so i was eating M&amp;Ms and i happened to run into my mum. then i asked her if she wanted M&amp;amp;Ms. don't know why she take 2, drop 2. take another 2 then i ask her to take more. i picked up the M&amp;amp;Ms from the floor and got scolded by some teacher. my mum just stood there and looked at the teacher. i think my dream ended there. HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;a few other nights ago, i dreamt i went to witch school. was quite fun!! my teacher was &lt;strong&gt;nicole kidman&lt;/strong&gt;. don't ask me why i dreamt of that!!! but i could fly and all that...when i saw nicole kidman fly, i suddenly got stuck in mid air and i couldnt move. hahahaha!! try to fly but can't fly. then i had to stay in the school too...i remember vaguely how the school looked like. pretty interesting and all that...but sooo &lt;strong&gt;super weirD&lt;/strong&gt;-ed!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;i am a &lt;strong&gt;dreamer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110022707348600462?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110022707348600462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110022707348600462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110022707348600462' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110014108265391393</id><published>2004-11-11T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T14:53:51.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;watched the &lt;strong&gt;oprah winfrey show&lt;/strong&gt; and today's show was on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;miracle babies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. there was this woman who had some medical illness so she is prone to &lt;strong&gt;multiple miscarraiges&lt;/strong&gt; but she got pregnant another time and this time, all went smoothly until only through the 27th week, she went for a scan and her doctor told her the baby wasnt growing like how normal babies should. so she and her husband had to make a decision. either deliver the baby there and then or wait for as long as possible with the risk that the baby would die in the womb. they opted for the second choice since either way, the baby had &lt;strong&gt;0%&lt;/strong&gt; chance of survival. for the next month, the mother was bedridden and every other day, she had to go for a scan, mentally preparing herself that she might not hear a heartbeat. the day finally came when they had to do an emergency C-section for her. the baby weighed &lt;strong&gt;zero pounds, point 10 ounces&lt;/strong&gt; only!!! they put a barbie doll next to the baby in the ICU and even the doll was bigger!!! but today, the baby is 9months old, though she is as small as a newborn. she's developing like a 5 month old..so sweeeeeet!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;there was another woman who got married only for 4 months and her husband was dignosed with a very rare form of cancer already at the 4th stage. he didnt want to go for treatment because he wanted to make sure he could make his dream come true [to have children] so he froze his sperms first then he went for treatment. but within months, he passed away. after his death, his wife decided to make his dream come true by implanting his sperms. today she has 2 twin boyS whom, she says, resemble their father in many ways that she feels as though he's still there with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;another woman went for implants. she fertilized 2 eggs, one boy one girl, but the cells divided further to form a pair of identical twin boys and a pair of identical twin girls. they look so cuuute!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;celine dion was there talking about her own miracle baby boy and her new project, miracle, a book full of her posing with babies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;^^^^^^^^^^^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;we recieved 20 stalks of roses today! orange-pink colour something like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.justourpictures.com/roses/thumbs/tn_chicpeace4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i prefer &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;purple&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.justourpictures.com/roses/thumbs/tn_barbrastreisand.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pink ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.digitalphotoartistry.com/roses/Imgp0100.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;red ,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.digitalphotoartistry.com/roses/Imgp0135.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;champagne gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.justourpictures.com/roses/thumbs/tn_peace_d5656.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;peach &lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.digitalphotoartistry.com/roses/Imgp0165.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;or even &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.justourpictures.com/roses/thumbs/tn_moodybl.jpg" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;it's actually pale blue...couldnt find any other blue colour rosE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;it's little nat's birthday today and we're heading over for dinner. hope i get to watch double happiness there! and i heard poor precious died. haiz..so sad. was hoping to play with her today!! ciao... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;enjoy the pretty flowers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110014108265391393?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110014108265391393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110014108265391393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110014108265391393' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-110006252424953813</id><published>2004-11-10T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T16:11:18.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;listened to the radio yesterday and happened to hear the DJ reading out an sms. it was from a girl who said, "is there a problem when i see all my friends getting boyfriends and i'm still single?" my initial reaction?? i was pretty stunned. i couldn't believe someone would think something like that. just becaust that's happening, it doesnt mean that there's a problem. i think there are many advantages of swinging singlE!! but then again, there are advantages of &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; swinging singlE! hmm maybe some people think being attached will define their existence more? i have no idea but if there are people out there who feel that way, just know that it's no problem being single... it can actually be a good thing. and not to worry for love will come your way some day!! =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*~+*~+~* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i like this song...it's so meaningful. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martina McBride... &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In My Daughter's Eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;In my daughter's eyes I am a hero&lt;br /&gt;I am strong and wise and I know no fear&lt;br /&gt;But the truth is plain to see&lt;br /&gt;She was sent to rescue me&lt;br /&gt;I see who I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;In my daughter's eyes &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;In my daughter's eyes everyone is equal&lt;br /&gt;Darkness turns to light and the&lt;br /&gt;world is at peace&lt;br /&gt;This miracle God gave to me gives me&lt;br /&gt;strength when I am weak&lt;br /&gt;I find reason to believe&lt;br /&gt;In my daughter's eyes &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And when she wraps her hand&lt;br /&gt;around my finger&lt;br /&gt;Oh it puts a smile in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Everything becomes a little clearer&lt;br /&gt;I realize what life is all about &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;It's hanging on when your heart&lt;br /&gt;has had enough&lt;br /&gt;It's giving more when you feel like giving up&lt;br /&gt;I've seen the light&lt;br /&gt;It's in my daugter's eyes &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;In my daughter's eyes I can see the future&lt;br /&gt;A reflection of who I am and what will be&lt;br /&gt;Though she'll grow and someday leave&lt;br /&gt;Maybe raise a family&lt;br /&gt;When I'm gone I hope you see how happy&lt;br /&gt;she made me&lt;br /&gt;For I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;In my daughter's eyes &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-110006252424953813?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110006252424953813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/110006252424953813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110006252424953813' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-109996618777920581</id><published>2004-11-09T09:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T10:22:09.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;woke up early and followed mummy to the &lt;strong&gt;wet market&lt;/strong&gt;. it's been years since i last went there. i realized it's quite &lt;strong&gt;disgusting&lt;/strong&gt; actually. it smells of &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pork, fish, beef, prawns&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;....... there's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blood&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; stains on the floor from the meat draining into the drain.... i think i can still smell fish in my nostrils. see the &lt;strong&gt;pig brains&lt;/strong&gt; hanging there in plastic bags, the &lt;strong&gt;liver&lt;/strong&gt;, the &lt;strong&gt;intestines&lt;/strong&gt;, etc etc. i saw the &lt;strong&gt;fishmonger &lt;/strong&gt;put his fingers through the&lt;strong&gt; gills&lt;/strong&gt; and he &lt;strong&gt;ripped out all the insides&lt;/strong&gt; in one second. then he flicked it aside &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;splat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.. so disgusting man. i've made up my mind..next time &lt;strong&gt;my husband&lt;/strong&gt; will go to the wet market because the food there is fresh but i don't think i'm cut out going to buy stuff from there. i was so amused seeing the guy &lt;strong&gt;de-scale the fish&lt;/strong&gt; though! i promise i'll learn thaT! then i saw the &lt;strong&gt;shredding machine mincing pork&lt;/strong&gt;. it was gross too! seeing the meat come out in lines. waseh...i couldnt take my eyes off the meat coming out but i was so grossed out. anyway, i had breakfast there too. eat &lt;strong&gt;porridge&lt;/strong&gt;. it was yummy and filling!! but i realized a lot of the nice stalls serving good food &lt;strong&gt;closed down&lt;/strong&gt; already. the &lt;strong&gt;soya bean&lt;/strong&gt; drink isnt as nice from the current stall but the nice stall closed down about 6 months ago. the nice fresh fish stall guy passed away so his stall is now empty. i loved eating the fish he sold..mummy will always buy from him... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;if you happened to have just eaten before reading this entry and it has grossed you out, i do sincerely apologize!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sharktale.com/images/jumper_a_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-109996618777920581?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/109996618777920581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/109996618777920581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109996618777920581' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-109988265184942317</id><published>2004-11-08T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T11:00:54.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Crazy Ponderings&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If a robber tried to rob a dance club and yelled, "Everybody get down!!!", would all the people start dancing?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Why do people say, "You can't have your cake and eat it too"? Why would someone get cake if they can't eat it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why do they call the small candy bars the "fun sizes"? Wouldn't be more fun to eat a big one?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;If your name is Mr. Crunch, and you joined the Navy, would you eventually be Captain Crunch? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why do people call it an ATM machine, don't they know they're really saying Automated Teller Machine Machine?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If a man has no fingers, can he press charges?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If the weather man says "it's a 50% chance of rain" does that mean he has no idea if its going to rain or not? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do people pay to go up tall buildings and then put money in binoculars to look at things on the ground?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;How come, in the Mini Wheat's commercials, Sweets has a Brooklyn accent and Wheat’s has an English accent? They're attached at the back, wouldn't they have been raised in the same place? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Don't you find it weird we teach our kids: scrub a dub dub, three men in a tub? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If your named Will and you are in the army do you get worried when people say fire at will?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;When you put 'THE' and 'IRS' together, it forms 'THEIRS'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;What do you say when someone says you're in denial, but you're not? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Why do British people never sound British when they sing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why do they call it "head over heels in love" If our head is always over our heels? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Is extraordinary just more ordinary than usual? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why is the name of the phobia for the fear of long words Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Why do they put "for indoor or outdoor use only" on Christmas lights? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If Dracula has no reflection, why did he always had such a straight parting in his hair? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;If Jimmy cracks corn and no one cares, why is there a song about him? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;If Milli Vanilli fell in the woods, would someone else make a sound ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why is the time of day with the slowest traffic called rush hour?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who was the first person to look at a cow and say, "I think I'll squeeze these dangly things here, and drink what ever comes out"?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why do people point to their wrist when asking for the time, but people don't point to their crotch when they ask where the bathroom is?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where in the nursery rhyme does it say humpty dumpty is an egg?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;If a Man is talking in the forest and there is no woman there to hear him, is he still wrong? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How come you press harder on a remote control when you know the battery is dead?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If a tree falls in the forest and no one is around to see it, do the other trees make fun of it?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;If the Energizer Bunny attacks someone, is it charged with battery? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;If women ran the Pentagon, would missiles and submarines be shaped differently? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;+. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;.^&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;~:&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;~^ &lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i wanna watch movies. you know which few. i shall not repeat myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-109988265184942317?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/109988265184942317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/109988265184942317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109988265184942317' title=''/><author><name>joy</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-6618098.post-109981251665207518</id><published>2004-11-07T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T15:28:36.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went for&lt;strong&gt; lunch&lt;/strong&gt; after church and i saw this lady..think she is at least 60..she was well dressed, can tell that she's a &lt;strong&gt;rich tai tai&lt;/strong&gt;. what shocked me was her face. she was as &lt;strong&gt;pale&lt;/strong&gt; as a piece of paper. no kidding..her hair was dyed &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;redish&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;orange&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and her eyes were painted &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;brown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. she had &lt;strong&gt;thick fake eyelashes&lt;/strong&gt; and i thought she was a &lt;strong&gt;fashion disaster&lt;/strong&gt;. as soon as we spotted her, &lt;strong&gt;mummy &lt;/strong&gt;and i gave each other that look..i also told her all about the &lt;strong&gt;iraq newspaper clip&lt;/strong&gt;. she was laughing about it and i remembered how we all started laughing when sister &lt;strong&gt;chiew kwan&lt;/strong&gt; mentioned &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;seashells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; during&lt;strong&gt; sunday school&lt;/strong&gt; today... &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;dumb old notes piling on my table. i wish i could burn them. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*makes a face*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618098-109981251665207518?l=xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/109981251665207518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618098/posts/default/109981251665207518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxjoyxxx.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109981251665207518' title=''/><author><name>joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
