<?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-6602283537330073143</id><updated>2011-07-31T16:05:51.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ninja-Kick! Pirate-Spit! 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Headed over to Starbucks at Woodlands Civic Centre. It was nice. We had so much to talk about. I hate the new school system due to the H1N1. I can't even meet Rebec for lunch! Bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For our 11th month, dear dear and I went over to Cine to watch 'I Love You, Man'. That sweetheart secretly went to buy for me my favourite Mrs Fields nibblers! OMFG! The best soft cookies in the world! I'm having cravings while typing! Jerald dearest is so thoughtful. Anyway, movie was pretty hilarious. It was nice to see Zi Ming and his girlfriend there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;18 July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to dearest's place. Had Pizza for dinner. Dear and I had a medium box each. Mine was Black Pepper Seafood and his was BBQ Chicken. I actually almost finished everything! Wooo, damn was I FULL! And we watched Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban on Channel 5 =). Awesome day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love Jerald so much!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Although he can be a real ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-4996838583790888126?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/4996838583790888126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/4996838583790888126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-you-lots.html' title='Love You Lots.'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-373028723351845685</id><published>2009-07-18T13:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T13:18:55.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2012 (Movie)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis - Never before has a date in history been so significant to so many cultures, so many religions, scientists, and governments. A global cataclysm brings an end to the world and tells of the heroic struggle of the survivors. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love end of the world stories (Not that I'm hoping it'll ever happen). It's from the director of 'The Day After Tomorrow', one of my favourite movies. Can't can't wait! Woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hz86TsGx3fc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hz86TsGx3fc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-373028723351845685?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/373028723351845685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/373028723351845685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2009/07/2012-movie.html' title='2012 (Movie)'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-7561863554128228191</id><published>2009-07-18T12:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T12:23:13.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonas Brothers - Turn Right (Live at Walmart)</title><content type='html'>Sigh... ♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mZC53RaaHOY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mZC53RaaHOY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-7561863554128228191?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/7561863554128228191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/7561863554128228191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2009/07/jonas-brothers-turn-right-live-at.html' title='Jonas Brothers - Turn Right (Live at Walmart)'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-8485592464533132152</id><published>2009-07-14T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T00:16:43.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's almost a year!</title><content type='html'>Happy 11th month Jerald dearest!!! 1 more month and it'll be our one year together. Wow it's really like a dream. Dear, you make my days so much more meaningful and enjoyable. I can't believe I can stay in love for this long. Shows what an amazing person you are. Yes, I can be a real bitch to you sometimes, but I know you still love me no matter what. Your actions show. Thank you for everything dear dear. I LOVE YOU!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-8485592464533132152?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/8485592464533132152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/8485592464533132152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-almost-year.html' title='It&apos;s almost a year!'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-3285269615090238061</id><published>2009-07-13T22:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T23:32:33.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grades, Fyp, Movies</title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall make all of you jealous by displaying my grades!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cold Chain: B+&lt;/strong&gt; (WEEEEEEEE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Warehouse: C&lt;/strong&gt; (nooooooo, I can do better!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Procurement: B&lt;/strong&gt; (expected to do better)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Logistics: B+&lt;/strong&gt; (totally did not expect it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOT BAD RIGHT?! I bet YOU didn't expect it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What to do? I'm full of surprises. Ahem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IN YOUR FACE, you doubters.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FYP last week was horrible. Met up with team to work on our applicator. Had to do the test printing of labels to cartons. So many problems. Hopefully this week everything will be successful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Friday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went over to dearest's place after lesson. Had dinner with Charm and him at Liang Court. Their elder brother introduced this Italian place called Saizeriya. I had Hamburg Steak with Mushroom while they 2 had Hamburg Steak with Cheese. We also ordered their Seafood Chowder and Glazed Escargot. Food was satisfactory and quite cheap. Bill was under $40. After, we walked around Liang Court (my first time there) and Clarke Quay. Headed back to my place. Bought 2 tubs of Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's chocolate chip cookie dough. One big for Charm and Jerald to share and one small for myself. Indulgence. We chilled in my room. Long day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SltRDRSucvI/AAAAAAAAEQQ/Gt6DBeWAfwU/s1600-h/DSC00169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357965298310738674" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SltRDRSucvI/AAAAAAAAEQQ/Gt6DBeWAfwU/s320/DSC00169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SltRD6J-TGI/AAAAAAAAEQY/XEcIxYJZYV0/s1600-h/0007684010058_215X215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357965309279882338" style="WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SltRD6J-TGI/AAAAAAAAEQY/XEcIxYJZYV0/s320/0007684010058_215X215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Saturday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went over to dearest's place before heading to Cathay. Watched 'The Haunting In Connecticut'. One of my anticipated movie. I have to say the movie is not as shocking as 'Drag Me To Hell'. It was rather sad though, wouldn't say it's 'pee-in-your-pants' scary. Dearest sent me home. Nice, simple day. Dear dear is such a sweetheart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sunday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studied for freaking Warehouse UT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stressssss! I had 3 team mates for Warehousing lesson today, but it felt like 1. That same China guy is utterly useless. His friend isn't so bad I guess. But then, Am and I were the ones doing most of the work. Not much difference whether those 2 existed or not. Cramps + Stress, not a good combination. There goes my A. UT was pretty horrible too. Had dinner with dearest, Jac, Ras and Nat at KFC. We had a blast buying those bread at Break Talk. 10 bread for $9!!! Cheap! Sigh, long freaking day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*pray* please let tmr be better.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*pray* please heal dearest's eye.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*pray* no cramps tmr please.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*pray* cooler weather.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-3285269615090238061?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/3285269615090238061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/3285269615090238061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2009/07/grades-fyp-movies.html' title='Grades, Fyp, Movies'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SltRDRSucvI/AAAAAAAAEQQ/Gt6DBeWAfwU/s72-c/DSC00169.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-5684464695398790690</id><published>2009-07-12T14:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T18:42:30.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I ♥ Disney!</title><content type='html'>Oh no no no! This is wrong but I think I have a crush on an 18 year old kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mitchel Musso!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that kid from Hannah Montana!&lt;br /&gt;Who knew he would turn out to be so adorable.&lt;br /&gt;Who knew he could sing?!&lt;br /&gt;And his brother (Mason Musso) is the lead singer of Metro Station!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's no Zac Efron okay, but he is cute in his own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SlmLGlpr1fI/AAAAAAAAEQI/yllvRor5x4o/s1600-h/Mitchel-musso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357466177036342770" style="WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SlmLGlpr1fI/AAAAAAAAEQI/yllvRor5x4o/s320/Mitchel-musso.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitchel Musso - HEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oH3skU9C4T8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oH3skU9C4T8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His debut album is great. Me likey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I love the Disney Channel kids. Demi Lovato, Ashley Tisdale, Zac Efron, Jonas Brothers... love them all. I absolutely can't stand it when people think that they're so 'cool' and listening to Disney stuff is lame. *warning* Self-esteem issue!! What makes you think what you're listening to is cool?! Cause the bands are UNKNOWN? Or you're too MATURE? Give me a break. Diversify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the 'High School Musical' and I'm not ashamed to say it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-5684464695398790690?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/5684464695398790690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/5684464695398790690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-disney.html' title='I ♥ Disney!'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SlmLGlpr1fI/AAAAAAAAEQI/yllvRor5x4o/s72-c/Mitchel-musso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-574362590578648019</id><published>2009-07-04T01:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T22:08:38.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School = Slow Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;1 July, Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with team early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;AS USUAL, people were late.&lt;br /&gt;We did a lot that day. Even the faci said so. Happy about that.&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, she told us that we have to present to the staff this wednesday and 2 weeks from now we'll have to present to the company!!! Stress!&lt;br /&gt;Had a nice time with the team members though. Aaron was crazily hyper, kinda scary.&lt;br /&gt;After; Ras, Aaron, Natalie, dearest and I had dinner at Pasta Mania.&lt;br /&gt;Long but fufilling day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;2 July, Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's new break system!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaking horrible!&lt;br /&gt;Principle doesn't want to close school, NVM.&lt;br /&gt;Now, even our freedom is limited!&lt;br /&gt;We have time slots for our breaks. And both our breaks are barely even an hour each. (Before we can even get the flu we would have polly died from choking.)&lt;br /&gt;That's not all, we are even allocated to a food court. (What's next? Uniforms?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ahhh... perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SlIACt01z8I/AAAAAAAAEPA/sJJTzNQL-Y8/s1600-h/Jail%2520Suit%2520-%2520Mens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355342953557905346" style="WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SlIACt01z8I/AAAAAAAAEPA/sJJTzNQL-Y8/s320/Jail%2520Suit%2520-%2520Mens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has to leave by 4.30pm. (FYP HOW?!! You expect so much yet forbid us from using the lab!)&lt;br /&gt;Fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously it doesn't help at all. If not, why are the numbers rising everyday?&lt;br /&gt;Well done, RP. 100 cases plus and counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm staring to believe all these 'rules' are for show. They check for thermometers every morning, but they don't even inspect if it is usable. Facis don't even care if we check our temperature. They allocate us to a food court, but don't even care if we stray. 4.30pm, I still see people around. They say measures are taken, I SAY "WHAT MEASURES"?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And have they forgotten? Early in the morning, many students take the bus 902 to school! So no matter how they try to segregate us in school, we still might get it ON THE WAY to school.&lt;br /&gt;So many loopholes. But hey, the 'bigger' people are always right. What are we? Mere students. Who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;3 July, Friday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice age with dearest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipped lesson, went over to Plaza Sing with dearest. Watch 'Ice Age: Dawn of the Dinosaurs'. Cute movie, felt it was too long though.&lt;br /&gt;Dear dear, thank you for the strawberry shower gel from Body Shop =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, my bad luck began.&lt;br /&gt;Ordered KFC, took a cab to dearest's place.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;I left my freaking dinner in the cab!&lt;br /&gt;Pissed.&lt;br /&gt;Walked to Novena with dearest to get another set.&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get what I ordered and only found out when we reached his place.&lt;br /&gt;Woo, tough day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad I had dear dear, he was such a sweetheart and did not complain at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made a card for daddy's birthday. Dad was so happy. He asked me to invite Jerald for dinner the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4 July, Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Daddy's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated at Marina Square's Pariss International Seafood Buffet.&lt;br /&gt;There was dad, mum, Josh, Joel, Joel's girlfriend, dearest and I.&lt;br /&gt;Delightful.&lt;br /&gt;I love having dinner with my family!&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning, everything was great.&lt;br /&gt;BUT THEN, what goes up must come down!&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly a HUGE group of people started swarming the place!&lt;br /&gt;Talk about low class, all of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;But mind you! Each person cost $50 plus.&lt;br /&gt;My dad said that those people were from the Singapore Flyer.&lt;br /&gt;They had a package thing.&lt;br /&gt;Ass. Of all days. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we walked around.&lt;br /&gt;Headed over to HMV.&lt;br /&gt;Dear dear managed to get his 'Jurassic Park' DVD. How adorable. Classic movie.&lt;br /&gt;Both kor and dad bought VCDs too.&lt;br /&gt;I got 2 books (Mitch Albom's 'For One More Day' and 'The Five People You Meet In Heaven') for the price of $18. CHEAP. Yes, they sell books.&lt;br /&gt;I was exhausted by the time I reached home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention? I woke up at 4pm that day!&lt;br /&gt;And that says a lot cause I don't normally sleep like a pig, aka Jerald *grin*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6 July, Monday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;As usual I got a dumb team for warehousing. Thank God I had Amileen. The china dude was useless and a real pain. He came to school, did nothing at all, and started scaring us again. The other time he said he came into contact with a H1N1 victim and had to go home. And today, he came to school and awhile later told the faci that he had direct contact with a victim and needs to go see a doctor and get LOA. WTF IS WRONG WITH THIS DUDE?! If he came into contact with a victim, WHAT THE FUCK WAS HE DOING IN SCHOOL?! Well, he claimed that the school asked him to attend lessons as per normal. Wow, once again, WELL DONE RP. I guess your reputation is more precious then our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faci was really hilarious. He's a 61 years old man. He said that he is at a high risk age and told Am and I he'll see us at Tan Tock Seng hospital because all 3 of us came into direct contact with the china guy! WTF?! CHOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, FYP team wasted an hour waiting for faci. In the end, we could not use the isail lab and had to head home. Sigh. Looks like we've got to chiong on Wednesday morning and try our best to present to the staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not going to school tmr. Gonna study for Thrusday's UT. Sian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-574362590578648019?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/574362590578648019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/574362590578648019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2009/07/school-slow-death.html' title='School = Slow Death'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SlIACt01z8I/AAAAAAAAEPA/sJJTzNQL-Y8/s72-c/Jail%2520Suit%2520-%2520Mens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-805208534416484479</id><published>2009-06-29T23:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T23:16:40.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm quite smart okay!</title><content type='html'>Oh oh oh, how can I forget to mention this?!!&lt;br /&gt;I have to brag a little lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;B+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for my &lt;strong&gt;Cold Chain UT&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;C &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;for my &lt;strong&gt;Warehousing&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, not that great. But then, I did not expect such grades either.&lt;br /&gt;And when was the last time I actually got a B for my UT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat on the back, well done Joen. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-805208534416484479?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/805208534416484479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/805208534416484479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-quite-smart-okay.html' title='I&apos;m quite smart okay!'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-6626632473417449514</id><published>2009-06-29T19:41:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T21:48:28.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Epic!</title><content type='html'>This is fucking cool!!! I am using my new &lt;strong&gt;itouch&lt;/strong&gt; to blog. Hahaha. Freaking amazed by it. It's so difficult to 'touch' the alphabets though. Hur hur I need to finish my dinner. Stop Joen, stop! Will blog with my laptop later.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UPDATE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;23 June - Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 6am! It's been awhile since I've woken up so early for school. Had a cold chain warehouse visit. The place was really interesting, BUT THEY MADE US STAY IN A -20 DEGREES COLD ROOM FOR GOD KNOWS HOW LONG! It was freaking CRAZY! My hands and feet were numb! And I had icing in my nostrils! Definitely a once in a lifetime experience. I'm never going back there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;26 June - Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, headed over to Orchard with &lt;strong&gt;Jac and Ras&lt;/strong&gt;. Met &lt;strong&gt;Jerald &lt;/strong&gt;there. Went to Borders to find the Rolling Stones magazines Jac wanted. Too bad they did not have it, neither did Plaza Singapura's Times. The long day gave me a terrible headache. Thank God after awhile I was fine and happily ate my sushi! We had Sakae Sushi buffet. YUM YUM. After, headed to dearest's place for awhile before heading home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;27 June - Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sings* &lt;strong&gt;"TRANSFORMERS, ROBOTS IN DISGUISE!"&lt;/strong&gt; HAAHA. Retro song. Had a bad dinner, don't wanna talk about it. We missed the first 10 minutes of 'Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen'. The movie was good, not as great as the first but still enjoyable. =)) i say everyone should watch at least once. Yap. After movie, cabbed to dearest's place and then home. Dear dear can be a real pain in the ass sometimes! Hur hur hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;28 June - YESTERDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner with &lt;strong&gt;parents and Josh&lt;/strong&gt; at Jurong Point's Soup Restaurant. I love their pork ribs soup! &lt;strong&gt;AND DADDY BOUGHT FOR ME AN iTOUCH!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Wooo. I really have the best dad in the world. I just casually mentioned about it and he said "Okay". Hur. I am blessed. Got the 16GB one for $498. 16 GB is kinda pathetic, my previous Creative MP4 was 60GB! My songs alone filled up more than half of the itouch. But HEY!!! It's a freaking itouch man! Woo. And call me a country mouse, but NO ONE TOLD ME THAT I COULD SURF THE NET WITH THAT FREAKING COOL GADGET!!! Awesome lahhhhh! Hur hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, dear and I have the same handphone model and itouch!!! Cool siaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TODAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipped school. Went to Orchard with &lt;strong&gt;THE evil one&lt;/strong&gt;. I love chatting with Rebec. Next time, Pacific coffee (breeding ground headquarter)! Talk talk talk talk!&lt;br /&gt;My itouch made my day. I am still amazed at it's abilities! Power!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poor dear dear stomach pain again!!! GO SEE A DOCTOR SILLY BOY! *hug* I have to keep nagging!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Wa lao, RP has 57 confirmed cases of H1N1 already! They still don't want to close schoool!!!! I keep telling my dad that they are out to get us year 2 and 3 students as we are the 'aging' population. Sad case. EH I HAVE MY RIGHTS TO VOICE MY OPINIONS HOR. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-6626632473417449514?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/6626632473417449514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/6626632473417449514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2009/06/epic.html' title='Epic!'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-1658852768454212064</id><published>2009-06-24T19:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T17:05:07.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irresponsible</title><content type='html'>I am not gonna sugar coat my words, I am fucking pissed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fucking sick and tired of waiting for people. People who can NEVER be on time!&lt;br /&gt;People who think they are royalties who should make people like me, the slaves, wait for them eternally!&lt;br /&gt;I SAY FUCK ALL OF YOU!&lt;br /&gt;If you are even in the slightest bit HUMAN, you will feel shameful and know that I have all rights in the world to criticize you all!&lt;br /&gt;And in fact, all of you owe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am not perfect, I have been late before.&lt;br /&gt;But, the number of times I've been late can be counted with my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;And NEVER, I repeat, NEVER have I been late for more than half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;I DARE SOMEONE TO COME AND REBUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have waited for people for more than an hour. I have friends who are ALWAYS late. My FYP team mates are forever late (well except for Ras). If you're late ONCE IN A WHILE, fine. If you're late for 5 to 10 minutes, okay. BUT SERIOUSLY, ALWAYS LATE?! WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU?! You people seriously need to attend time management courses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have held my silence for too long! These people are pushing the boundaries and I have had it!&lt;br /&gt;But then again... WHO GIVES A SHIT?!&lt;br /&gt;There, next week, I'll be waiting again like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so extremely guilty when I am late, but I guess some people just don't have a sense of shame.&lt;br /&gt;I should learn from them. And next time when it's your fucking time to wait, DON'T COMPLAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw you fucking humans!&lt;br /&gt;And to those who rush into the train before allowing others to alight, I HAVE ONE WORD FOR YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HELL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disgusting and irresponsible behavior.&lt;br /&gt;Good luck, assholes.&lt;br /&gt;You're never gonna get married or a job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-1658852768454212064?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/1658852768454212064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/1658852768454212064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2009/06/irresponsible.html' title='Irresponsible'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-2988161369779449192</id><published>2009-06-22T20:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T21:22:50.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RP IS DANGEROUS!</title><content type='html'>Another tiring day!&lt;br /&gt;Didn't sleep well the night before.&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, I am very proud of myself today!&lt;br /&gt;I actually did the Excel for the team!!!&lt;br /&gt;=))&lt;br /&gt;Achievement! HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;In fact I did a lot today!&lt;br /&gt;I DESERVE AN A!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch with Rebec, Jerald, Natalie and Ras. I've been eating chicken chop every weeek! *puke*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY! Today the hot topic among students is H1N1!!&lt;br /&gt;2 students from our school have fallen prey to the virus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our classmates actually came into contact with a victim!&lt;br /&gt;He came to class but left!&lt;br /&gt;The class freaked!&lt;br /&gt;The faci even came back to class with a mask!&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty hilarious actually.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's confirmed, so don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God will bless us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I have to be in school by 8.45am tmr. We're gonna visit a cold chain warehouse. BORRRRING. I have to wake up at 6!&lt;br /&gt;Gonna sleep now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-2988161369779449192?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/2988161369779449192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/2988161369779449192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2009/06/rp-is-dangerous.html' title='RP IS DANGEROUS!'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-6125947477367847563</id><published>2009-06-21T19:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T21:20:11.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have The Best Dad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;Yesterday was Father's Day!!!&lt;br /&gt;My dear dad still went to work. He is one diligent man.&lt;br /&gt;You know why my dad is the best father in the whole world?&lt;br /&gt;That's cause he works real hard for the family and is never stingy with his money when it comes to us, and in fact everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;He is patient and has never raised his voice. (Well except for that one time when my brother was being an ass.)&lt;br /&gt;I love my dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Jurong Point with kor and his girlfriend. Bro bought for us products from The Face Shop, how nice of him. Walked around before we headed off to meet mum and dad for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE HAD SEAFOOD AT MY FAVOURITE COFFEE SHOP YESTERDAY!&lt;br /&gt;Initial plan was to eat at Soup Restaurant but they were fully booked. Same goes for Zhou's Kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;But hey, I'm not complaining. It's been so long since we've eaten at my fav place.&lt;br /&gt;Joshua came to join us too.&lt;br /&gt;We had prawns, stingray, fish, clams and my favourite SOTONG! And of course our usual kang kong and tofu from another stall.&lt;br /&gt;YUM YUM YUM.&lt;br /&gt;SATISFIED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my grandparents! They are coming back from Malaysia soooon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a card for dearest at night. Cannot tell for what. It's a secret! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Sj-AV_GgznI/AAAAAAAAEOg/gulZQ3gYJ3Q/s1600-h/DSC00157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350135997543796338" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Sj-AV_GgznI/AAAAAAAAEOg/gulZQ3gYJ3Q/s400/DSC00157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-6125947477367847563?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/6125947477367847563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/6125947477367847563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-have-best-dad.html' title='I Have The Best Dad!'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Sj-AV_GgznI/AAAAAAAAEOg/gulZQ3gYJ3Q/s72-c/DSC00157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-7345933906258017802</id><published>2009-06-21T01:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T01:21:39.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Night In</title><content type='html'>I was upset with dearest the past 2 days. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm glad I went over to his place today. We managed to communicate in a rational way. And made our feelings known. As much as I want to strangle him sometimes, whenever I see him, all the lovey-dovey feelings come back to me. I just hate us being apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a really pleasant day.&lt;br /&gt;Ordered Mac for dinner. Ate in front of the TV with dearest and his brother.&lt;br /&gt;Watched 'Last Comic Standing', real hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;After, spent some time talking and it was time for me to leave.&lt;br /&gt;=((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for our movie date next Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna watch 'Transformers 2'!!&lt;br /&gt;Dear dear is so excited that he booked the tickets about 2 weeks ago!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-7345933906258017802?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/7345933906258017802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/7345933906258017802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2009/06/saturday-night-in.html' title='Saturday Night In'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-2376727625063431569</id><published>2009-06-19T22:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T22:48:59.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melt.</title><content type='html'>OMG I'm falling in love with Alex Marshall (The Cab), all over again!&lt;br /&gt;Hur hur hur.&lt;br /&gt;I heard the acoustic verson of 'I'll Run'. Love love loveeeeee it! Just downloaded! Wooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SjujQadwTLI/AAAAAAAAEOQ/mwwWVJI9xgY/s1600-h/83208626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349048484809952434" style="WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SjujQadwTLI/AAAAAAAAEOQ/mwwWVJI9xgY/s320/83208626.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SjujQuKQSpI/AAAAAAAAEOY/S9OffTXJ3uE/s1600-h/2992017841_df139e458b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349048490096872082" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SjujQuKQSpI/AAAAAAAAEOY/S9OffTXJ3uE/s320/2992017841_df139e458b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shit ass Youtube took away 'I'll Run' MV. Alex looked so cute! Pissed I did not download the video when I had the chance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the pianist &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:uma:video:mtv.com:263740" width="512" height="319" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashVars="configParams=vid%3D263740%26uri%3Dmgid%3Auma%3Avideo%3Amtv.com%3A263740%26startUri={startUri}" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" base="."&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0;text-align:center;width:500px;font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/music/artist/the_cab/artist.jhtml" style="color:#439CD8;" target="_blank"&gt;The Cab&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/music/" style="color:#439CD8;" target="_blank"&gt;New Music&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/music/video/" style="color:#439CD8;" target="_blank"&gt;More Music Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and did I mention how adorable Maika Maile (lead singer) of There For Tomorrow is?!&lt;br /&gt;Check out for yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There For Tomorrow - Pages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2yqLPtRGfvo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2yqLPtRGfvo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There For Tomorrow - No More Room To Breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K_GvUqVz3ZM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K_GvUqVz3ZM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-2376727625063431569?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/2376727625063431569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/2376727625063431569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2009/06/melt.html' title='Melt.'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SjujQadwTLI/AAAAAAAAEOQ/mwwWVJI9xgY/s72-c/83208626.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-2337417199532981431</id><published>2009-06-18T21:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T11:50:57.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping and Insomnia</title><content type='html'>Had FYP meeting on Wednesday. Gosh, I dread going to school on Wednesdays!&lt;br /&gt;And we were only there for about an hour!!! That's lesser than my journey to school.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the redundant meeting, headed over to Orchard with Serene.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, our first shopping trip together.&lt;br /&gt;Took same train with Aaron, had a nice journey to town.&lt;br /&gt;Serene was the queen shopper!&lt;br /&gt;We tried tons of stuff at Forever 21 and she wanted like everything!&lt;br /&gt;Went to the usual places. Cotton on, Max and More, Zara, Pull and Bear.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Serene allowed me to experiment on her! Hur hur hur.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Watson's to test their mascara on her. I made a messssss!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. But it did turn out pretty nice lah.&lt;br /&gt;Persuaded her to buy an eyelash curler. Heeee.&lt;br /&gt;Seee that's what I do when I don't have a sister to play make and dress ups with.&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made our way to Far East. Serene bought stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Headed back to Wisma to get our tops at Forever 21. Serene bought more stuff.&lt;br /&gt;She went crazy with her money.&lt;br /&gt;After all that walking, it was time for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Since we were BROKE, had to stick to fast food. KFC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home close to 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;I think I've found a new shopping buddy! Hur hur.&lt;br /&gt;Boy was I tired.&lt;br /&gt;Bathed, studied for UT, looked through the next day's lesson problem.&lt;br /&gt;Any normal human would have knocked out the moment they hit the sack.&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'm no human!&lt;br /&gt;I was extremely hyper.&lt;br /&gt;Slept around 4am and woke up at 7am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No shit, I HAD A LONNNNNG DAY TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;Procurement lesson was.... WOOO!&lt;br /&gt;Proud of myself that I did the Excel though.&lt;br /&gt;UT, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner with dearest, Ras and Jac at Pasta Mania.&lt;br /&gt;Headache, dearest decided to accompany me home.&lt;br /&gt;Aww, sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;Chilled at my place for awhile before his dad came to fetch him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... spacing out. Aku need sleep. Cannot tahan. Woo I'm turning into a minah.&lt;br /&gt;Heading to dearest's place tmr.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait. Till then, ZzzzzZZzzzzzzz *snore*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ♥ Chan Chan the pig.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-2337417199532981431?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/2337417199532981431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/2337417199532981431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2009/06/shopping-and-insomnia.html' title='Shopping and Insomnia'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-7259544077608113005</id><published>2009-06-16T22:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T23:31:51.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Agonizing Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;First day&lt;/strong&gt; back to the &lt;strong&gt;mental institution&lt;/strong&gt; and I'm already&lt;strong&gt; washed out&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I'm gonna survive the next 10 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cold Chain&lt;/strong&gt; lesson was majorly &lt;strong&gt;BORING&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Studied for &lt;strong&gt;UT &lt;/strong&gt;the night before, but HEY HEY, it did not help at all. Just great.&lt;br /&gt;And then I got that attitude, that I did not deserve, from that someone.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I realised I don't have bluetooth in my laptop, there goes the mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So hell ya I have a right to be moody.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trained to &lt;strong&gt;Jurong East&lt;/strong&gt; with &lt;strong&gt;Ras&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Headed over to&lt;strong&gt; IMM&lt;/strong&gt; on my own. Loserish moment.&lt;br /&gt;Cabbed home.&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner with &lt;strong&gt;Josh&lt;/strong&gt;, which was pleasant. He then headed off to meet his friend.&lt;br /&gt;I bought more food (cotton candy, fake Thai shark's fin, honey chicken and steamed peanuts) from the &lt;strong&gt;Pasar Malam&lt;/strong&gt;. Another loserish moment.&lt;br /&gt;Did my &lt;strong&gt;RJ &lt;/strong&gt;and those really addictive quizzes on &lt;strong&gt;Facebook&lt;/strong&gt;. Nerd.&lt;br /&gt;I have freaking school tmr in the afternoon, peachy.&lt;br /&gt;Go all the way back to school to show the faci how to use the stupid &lt;strong&gt;RFID applicator&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joen needs sleep. I have not been sleeping well. Cranky, very cranky.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give me those sweet talk and empty promises.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-7259544077608113005?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/7259544077608113005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/7259544077608113005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2009/06/10-agonizing-weeks.html' title='10 Agonizing Weeks'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-1145099503995546543</id><published>2009-06-15T14:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T15:52:25.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!</title><content type='html'>I'm supposed to be studying for my freaking &lt;strong&gt;UT&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I'm doing those lame and inaccurate quizzes on &lt;strong&gt;Facebook&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Skipped school&lt;/strong&gt; today due to my horrible period cramps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank God I'm much better now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm gonna rant about the dreadful woman thingy.&lt;br /&gt;Guys can leave this part out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For once in my life, my period actually came on the day it's supposed to come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was excited. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But then the pain yesterday was really BAD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hate those girls who don't get cramps! *envious look*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So school has started.&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be an &lt;strong&gt;annoying week&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 UTs&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;FYP team&lt;/strong&gt; has to go back to school on &lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Blah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to study. Such a pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-1145099503995546543?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/1145099503995546543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/1145099503995546543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2009/06/nooooooooooooo.html' title='NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-8362077377890605943</id><published>2009-06-13T15:35:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T12:21:52.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Night Event.</title><content type='html'>Met up with&lt;strong&gt; Jerald dearest&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Jac&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Ras&lt;/strong&gt; and her friend, &lt;strong&gt;Intan&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jerald, Jac and I&lt;/strong&gt; decided to watch &lt;strong&gt;'Drag me to Hell'&lt;/strong&gt; at &lt;strong&gt;9.40pm&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at &lt;strong&gt;Cathay's Aston&lt;/strong&gt;. I had my yummy &lt;strong&gt;black pepper chicken&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid cramps had to dampen my mood.&lt;br /&gt;As we had time to spare, we headed to &lt;strong&gt;Plaza Singapura&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;After awhile, &lt;strong&gt;Ras and friend&lt;/strong&gt; decided to head to &lt;strong&gt;Funan&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Jerald, Jac and I sat at &lt;strong&gt;'Pie Kia'&lt;/strong&gt; for drinks and pies.&lt;br /&gt;Headed to &lt;strong&gt;Cathay &lt;/strong&gt;again. Sat outside the cinema, watched movie trailers.&lt;br /&gt;After like ages of resisting the temptation to sleep, it was time for the movie!&lt;br /&gt;Bought our tidbits and off to the theater.&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, we got shocked a couple of time. I hate the sudden loud sounds! CHEAT!&lt;br /&gt;The movie wasn't FANTASTIC! But I still had fun watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love Justin Long =)))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And OMG! Saw the new &lt;strong&gt;Final Destination &lt;/strong&gt;trailer in the theater!&lt;br /&gt;Dying to watch! I loved the previous 3.&lt;br /&gt;The new one is called &lt;strong&gt;'The Final Destination'&lt;/strong&gt;, so I'm guessing it's the last.&lt;br /&gt;And it's gonna be in &lt;strong&gt;3D&lt;/strong&gt;! Holy holy!&lt;br /&gt;I've watched two 3D movies so far, and I have to say, nothing amazing. But still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bkmaPmf8Od0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bkmaPmf8Od0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, waiting patiently for &lt;strong&gt;'Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen'&lt;/strong&gt;. The movie that gives Jerald dearest, I quote, "an eye orgasm".&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;After the movie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jac &lt;/strong&gt;rushed to take her last train home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jerald and I&lt;/strong&gt; cabbed back to my place.&lt;br /&gt;Called &lt;strong&gt;Josh&lt;/strong&gt; to have supper with us.&lt;br /&gt;Dearest cabbed home.&lt;br /&gt;I was so tired that I fell asleep without messaging dearest goodnight. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Overall, fun day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Woke up this morning with terrible cramps!&lt;br /&gt;One of the worst.&lt;br /&gt;I was in so much pain that I had cold sweat.&lt;br /&gt;Was crying out for my mum and praying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT WAS THAT BAD.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;N0 more, no more, please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just made a card for daddy for Father's Day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna have early&lt;strong&gt; Father's Day lunch&lt;/strong&gt; at &lt;strong&gt;Soup Restaurant&lt;/strong&gt; tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ohhhh and tmr is our 10th month!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Dearest and I, of course)&lt;br /&gt;Time flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... &lt;strong&gt;School starts on Monday&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And stupid brother of mine is having his &lt;strong&gt;3 weeks holiday&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, how am I gonna survive the next 10 weeks of pure torture?!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm already feeling so crappy with my PMS!&lt;br /&gt;And and UT ON TUESDAY! FUCCCCCK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-8362077377890605943?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/8362077377890605943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/8362077377890605943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2009/06/friday-night-event.html' title='Friday Night Event.'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-5754193137163234319</id><published>2009-06-11T22:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T23:00:34.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected Shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;First message&lt;/strong&gt; I saw when I woke up was &lt;strong&gt;Rebec&lt;/strong&gt; asking me to go &lt;strong&gt;shopping&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;PERFECT.&lt;br /&gt;Had to rush rush rush to meet her at 1.30pm, &lt;strong&gt;Anchorpoint&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch at &lt;strong&gt;Xin Wang Hong Kong Cafe&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Horrible food and service.&lt;/strong&gt; They practically used maggi mee as their noodles!&lt;br /&gt;Tried shoes at our favourite &lt;strong&gt;Charles and Keith&lt;/strong&gt; store. I love their heels, really, but why do they have to be so &lt;strong&gt;HIGH&lt;/strong&gt;?! &lt;strong&gt;Ungraceful Joen&lt;/strong&gt; does not know how to walk in them, ya... mock me.&lt;br /&gt;Bought nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed over to &lt;strong&gt;Vivo &lt;/strong&gt;to search for the &lt;strong&gt;Pull and Bear&lt;/strong&gt; top which I adore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND GUESS WHAT?!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have my sizeeeeeee. I BOUGHT ITTTTTT! Wooo hoooooo. &lt;strong&gt;$34.90&lt;/strong&gt;. Reasonable and nicey.&lt;br /&gt;Walked around, dropped by &lt;strong&gt;Candy Empire&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIG MISTAKE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took one thing... and it did not stop there.&lt;br /&gt;Rebec and I bought &lt;strong&gt;$30&lt;/strong&gt; worth of goodiesssssss! &lt;strong&gt;SINFUL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to &lt;strong&gt;dearest's place&lt;/strong&gt;. Bought dinner for him and myself. Precious was behaving so child-like today! Hur hur hur. &lt;strong&gt;*HUGGGGGGGG*&lt;/strong&gt; I was glad I went over for awhile, should have stayed longer though. Thanks to my stupid &lt;strong&gt;chicken porridge craving&lt;/strong&gt;, I headed home early! AND THE FREAKING STORE WAS CLOSED. =(((((&lt;br /&gt;NVM! &lt;strong&gt;Aston tmr!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't can't can't wait. And I am so excited to watch&lt;strong&gt; 'Drag Me to Hell'&lt;/strong&gt;, it better be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, time to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;And I bet Jerald dearest is the only one who reads my blog, so I get to say...&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOUUUUUUU!&lt;br /&gt;*blush*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-5754193137163234319?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/5754193137163234319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/5754193137163234319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2009/06/unexpected-shopping.html' title='Unexpected Shopping'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-8495864923999049944</id><published>2009-06-10T23:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:04:53.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHOPPING CRAZE!</title><content type='html'>Finally had the chance to meet the &lt;strong&gt;evil one&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man am I tired! Gonna blog and then sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had lunch with &lt;strong&gt;Rebecca&lt;/strong&gt; at &lt;strong&gt;Pasta de Waraku&lt;/strong&gt; at&lt;strong&gt; Hereen&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That girl is obsessed with the place.&lt;br /&gt;I had &lt;strong&gt;Chicken and Mushroom in Miso cream&lt;/strong&gt; and Bec had &lt;strong&gt;Vongele&lt;/strong&gt;... thingy. Don't know the name.&lt;br /&gt;Mine was fine, too butter-y though. Shall try something else next time, there are so much to choose from!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walked to &lt;strong&gt;Taka&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Wisma&lt;/strong&gt; and then to &lt;strong&gt;Far East&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Stuff at &lt;strong&gt;Forever 21&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Cotton On&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Zara &lt;/strong&gt;were disappointing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVED A TOP AT PULL AND BEAR THOUGH! But don't have my size =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, cam whore moments at P&amp;amp;B (the light in the changing room is freaking flattering! Love it! Just to let you all know, I did NOTHING to my pictures. I don't even have photoshop anyway, someone can buy for me though =DDDDD. But then my phone's cam is lousy, that's why you don't see any flaws (that's why I love my phone!!! Hur hur)). Waiting for Rebec to send me the rest of the pics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si_SJXKHltI/AAAAAAAAENw/ymIfpNV4nJs/s1600-h/DSC00134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345722340989179602" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si_SJXKHltI/AAAAAAAAENw/ymIfpNV4nJs/s400/DSC00134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S THE TOP THAT I WANT!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si_SJWgtuSI/AAAAAAAAEN4/Spm1jiZiXfs/s1600-h/DSC00135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345722340815517986" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si_SJWgtuSI/AAAAAAAAEN4/Spm1jiZiXfs/s400/DSC00135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si_SJjs0OYI/AAAAAAAAEOA/wxNOfbpuuyU/s1600-h/DSC00137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345722344355936642" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si_SJjs0OYI/AAAAAAAAEOA/wxNOfbpuuyU/s400/DSC00137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SEEEEEEEEE! That is how flattering the lights are!&lt;br /&gt;I loook NOTHING like that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si_SJ1YJyiI/AAAAAAAAEOI/ohYjQnSHSUI/s1600-h/DSC00140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345722349101107746" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si_SJ1YJyiI/AAAAAAAAEOI/ohYjQnSHSUI/s400/DSC00140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Okay, anyway, moving on...&lt;br /&gt;Trip to &lt;strong&gt;Far East&lt;/strong&gt; was fruitful!&lt;br /&gt;I bought a &lt;strong&gt;lovely pair of brown shoes&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;silky shorts&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHEAP CHEAP!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;$19.90 &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;$15&lt;/strong&gt; respectively.&lt;br /&gt;Other purchases: Products from &lt;strong&gt;The Face Shop&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Maybelline's&lt;/strong&gt; new gel eyeliner and makeup remover.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... come to think of it, I didn't buy much.&lt;br /&gt;I intended to spend all my &lt;strong&gt;$200&lt;/strong&gt;, but I still have $50 plus left.&lt;br /&gt;Not bad already hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at &lt;strong&gt;Hans&lt;/strong&gt; (I had my beef hor fan, yum yum) before heading home. Heee heee.&lt;br /&gt;Me took a cab from City Hall. Cost me $18!!&lt;br /&gt;No more cabbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WANT THE BLOUSE FROM PULL AND BEAR! &lt;/strong&gt;ARRRRRRH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* THANK YOU BUDDY REBECKY FOR THE PRESENT! Muack.&lt;br /&gt;See you on Monday!!! Lunch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Excited for Friday!!&lt;br /&gt;Jerald, Jac, Ras and I meeting up for dinner at Aston and movie, 'Drag Me To Hell'.&lt;br /&gt;*grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-8495864923999049944?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/8495864923999049944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/8495864923999049944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2009/06/shopping-craze.html' title='SHOPPING CRAZE!'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si_SJXKHltI/AAAAAAAAENw/ymIfpNV4nJs/s72-c/DSC00134.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-3590372318395718738</id><published>2009-06-10T22:36:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T23:04:59.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pool/ BBQ Picturesssssss! (5 June 2009)</title><content type='html'>Sad sad sad that we forgot to take a group picture! Oh well, there's always another time, I guess. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People who attended: &lt;strong&gt;Me, Jerald, Charmaine, Ras, Zaini, Serene, Zack and Jac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Anyway, missing from pictures are Serene and Zack =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Read previous post for the happenings =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si_HbtD1YBI/AAAAAAAAENo/6CjCBt3u1vQ/s1600-h/4745_91631201963_596696963_2011769_498950_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345710561478139922" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si_HbtD1YBI/AAAAAAAAENo/6CjCBt3u1vQ/s400/4745_91631201963_596696963_2011769_498950_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Froggy?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si_Hba3VprI/AAAAAAAAENg/OPcdDZ6Ju9Y/s1600-h/4745_91631206963_596696963_2011770_2898212_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345710556593890994" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si_Hba3VprI/AAAAAAAAENg/OPcdDZ6Ju9Y/s400/4745_91631206963_596696963_2011770_2898212_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hur hur hur! I'm queen of the world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si_HbCE_WFI/AAAAAAAAENY/9j50KT2Sumw/s1600-h/4745_91631221963_596696963_2011773_7571_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345710549940262994" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si_HbCE_WFI/AAAAAAAAENY/9j50KT2Sumw/s400/4745_91631221963_596696963_2011773_7571_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SISTERHOOD! Oopsy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si_HbFWlXbI/AAAAAAAAENQ/goTmvlLkgno/s1600-h/4745_91631231963_596696963_2011775_5920667_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345710550819364274" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si_HbFWlXbI/AAAAAAAAENQ/goTmvlLkgno/s400/4745_91631231963_596696963_2011775_5920667_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Giant and the Hobbit. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si_Ha8dFFAI/AAAAAAAAENI/zL0zoygML50/s1600-h/4745_91631251963_596696963_2011777_2989852_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345710548430689282" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si_Ha8dFFAI/AAAAAAAAENI/zL0zoygML50/s400/4745_91631251963_596696963_2011777_2989852_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nerd and his bodyguards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si_GzyljXnI/AAAAAAAAENA/ONy8ndUoPz0/s1600-h/4745_91631261963_596696963_2011778_4684187_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345709875766976114" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si_GzyljXnI/AAAAAAAAENA/ONy8ndUoPz0/s400/4745_91631261963_596696963_2011778_4684187_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pit. HOT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si_Gz-K1qvI/AAAAAAAAEM4/zeDEfT6bcks/s1600-h/4745_91631266963_596696963_2011779_840713_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345709878876154610" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si_Gz-K1qvI/AAAAAAAAEM4/zeDEfT6bcks/s400/4745_91631266963_596696963_2011779_840713_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our fooooood. Yummy yummy buffet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si_GzrjMK0I/AAAAAAAAEMw/aLzBozK0EWY/s1600-h/4745_91631271963_596696963_2011780_6773363_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345709873878018882" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si_GzrjMK0I/AAAAAAAAEMw/aLzBozK0EWY/s400/4745_91631271963_596696963_2011780_6773363_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me french braiding Charm's hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si_Gztwv_YI/AAAAAAAAEMo/rswraC4NMPk/s1600-h/4745_91631276963_596696963_2011781_5607575_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345709874471763330" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si_Gztwv_YI/AAAAAAAAEMo/rswraC4NMPk/s400/4745_91631276963_596696963_2011781_5607575_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The poool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si_Gzes1YuI/AAAAAAAAEMg/ElLBaHjFv-E/s1600-h/4745_91631281963_596696963_2011782_891376_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345709870428807906" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si_Gzes1YuI/AAAAAAAAEMg/ElLBaHjFv-E/s400/4745_91631281963_596696963_2011782_891376_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jac, our resident cook! Grateful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si_GCjTvSgI/AAAAAAAAEMQ/cJnAsAHFbvg/s1600-h/4745_91631296963_596696963_2011784_6840163_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345709029852137986" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si_GCjTvSgI/AAAAAAAAEMQ/cJnAsAHFbvg/s400/4745_91631296963_596696963_2011784_6840163_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Swim swim swim~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si_GCZ8D0DI/AAAAAAAAEMI/7OX0WMffj88/s1600-h/4745_91631301963_596696963_2011785_4735329_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345709027336900658" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si_GCZ8D0DI/AAAAAAAAEMI/7OX0WMffj88/s400/4745_91631301963_596696963_2011785_4735329_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SMILE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si_GB-H132I/AAAAAAAAEMA/VhiwJp_UQE4/s1600-h/4745_91631306963_596696963_2011786_2089855_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345709019870125922" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si_GB-H132I/AAAAAAAAEMA/VhiwJp_UQE4/s400/4745_91631306963_596696963_2011786_2089855_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Look Charm!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si_GB2ka3SI/AAAAAAAAEL4/n3tlUXkpbck/s1600-h/4745_91631311963_596696963_2011787_1729423_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345709017842507042" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si_GB2ka3SI/AAAAAAAAEL4/n3tlUXkpbck/s400/4745_91631311963_596696963_2011787_1729423_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muack! I look like a duck... hurrr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si_FowWv1xI/AAAAAAAAELQ/zbRlKUCTuPI/s1600-h/4745_91631321963_596696963_2011788_5276067_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345708586677819154" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si_FowWv1xI/AAAAAAAAELQ/zbRlKUCTuPI/s400/4745_91631321963_596696963_2011788_5276067_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hee heee. *blush*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si_FpHb1RrI/AAAAAAAAELY/tRIoybdS5U8/s1600-h/4745_91631326963_596696963_2011789_6632995_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345708592873162418" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si_FpHb1RrI/AAAAAAAAELY/tRIoybdS5U8/s400/4745_91631326963_596696963_2011789_6632995_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"NOOOOOOOOOO" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si_FpV-VrsI/AAAAAAAAELg/Y9r5mJzJsuw/s1600-h/4745_91631331963_596696963_2011790_1983780_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345708596775988930" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si_FpV-VrsI/AAAAAAAAELg/Y9r5mJzJsuw/s400/4745_91631331963_596696963_2011790_1983780_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww.... cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si_FpRNeXNI/AAAAAAAAELo/hCBaKB6RRtA/s1600-h/4745_91631336963_596696963_2011791_5726260_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345708595497295058" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si_FpRNeXNI/AAAAAAAAELo/hCBaKB6RRtA/s400/4745_91631336963_596696963_2011791_5726260_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brother and sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si_FprBm6JI/AAAAAAAAELw/05dKIV3JAe8/s1600-h/4745_91631341963_596696963_2011792_1647987_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345708602426845330" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si_FprBm6JI/AAAAAAAAELw/05dKIV3JAe8/s400/4745_91631341963_596696963_2011792_1647987_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once again, our lovely cook! My hardworking nu er.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;PIZZA PARTY NEXT?!!!! YES?!!!! WOOOOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-3590372318395718738?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/3590372318395718738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/3590372318395718738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2009/06/pool-bbq-picturesssssss.html' title='Pool/ BBQ Picturesssssss! (5 June 2009)'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si_HbtD1YBI/AAAAAAAAENo/6CjCBt3u1vQ/s72-c/4745_91631201963_596696963_2011769_498950_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-1196088250445711115</id><published>2009-06-09T14:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T14:57:37.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are lots of horrid people around us. EXTERMINATION!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-1196088250445711115?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/1196088250445711115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/1196088250445711115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2009/06/there-are-lots-of-horrid-people-around.html' title=''/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-6494848540657181910</id><published>2009-06-09T13:23:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T15:34:09.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First week of Holidays.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Our 2 weeks holidays have started&lt;/strong&gt;, and a week is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fruitful week&lt;/strong&gt; though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;30 May (Saturday):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si4COahcjGI/AAAAAAAAEKg/vNZreQ3kzz4/s1600-h/P5300273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345212254396386402" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si4COahcjGI/AAAAAAAAEKg/vNZreQ3kzz4/s400/P5300273.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;JiJi, Melvin, Joshua, Joel, Me and Melissa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si4COfojNrI/AAAAAAAAEKY/LUmkE2MHIH0/s1600-h/30+May+09+-+Adrian%27s+Wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345212255768360626" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si4COfojNrI/AAAAAAAAEKY/LUmkE2MHIH0/s400/30+May+09+-+Adrian%27s+Wedding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My brothers, Me and Mel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adrian's&lt;/strong&gt; (uncle) &lt;strong&gt;wedding&lt;/strong&gt;. Went to the church ceremony with &lt;strong&gt;Joel&lt;/strong&gt; at &lt;strong&gt;St. Teresa Church&lt;/strong&gt; early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;wedding dinner&lt;/strong&gt; was on &lt;strong&gt;Sentosa beach&lt;/strong&gt;! At &lt;strong&gt;Rasa Sentosa Resort by Shangri-la&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE PLACE IS SO FREAKING BEAUTIFUL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dream is to stay there one day.&lt;br /&gt;Wedding on the beach is a first for me. Concept is great, however &lt;strong&gt;weather was horrible&lt;/strong&gt;. Too warm and humid!!! The buffet was yummy though. Heee heee.&lt;br /&gt;Dad was sick, so he and mum didn't go.&lt;br /&gt;Went with &lt;strong&gt;Joel and Joshua&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Met &lt;strong&gt;Melissa, Melvin and the other relatives&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It was nice I guess, except for the weather.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1 Jun (Monday):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to dearest's place. Chilled for awhile before heading to &lt;strong&gt;Vivo&lt;/strong&gt; for &lt;strong&gt;scrumptious dinner&lt;/strong&gt; at &lt;strong&gt;Earle Swensen's&lt;/strong&gt;. Ate there once with kor and his girlfriend. Amazing place, love their &lt;strong&gt;steak &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;free salad bar buffet&lt;/strong&gt;. Anyway, Jerald ordered the &lt;strong&gt;Ribeye steak&lt;/strong&gt; and I got the &lt;strong&gt;Sirloin steak&lt;/strong&gt;. YUM YUM. &lt;strong&gt;Dearest ate 3 plates full of salad!!&lt;/strong&gt; Hur hur. Delightful. Walked around for awhile before heading to my place. Dearest is so sweet, he sends me home all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;3 Jun (Wednesday):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had &lt;strong&gt;FYP&lt;/strong&gt;. Was grumpy the whole day =(. Headed to &lt;strong&gt;Causeway Point &lt;/strong&gt;to eat with &lt;strong&gt;Ras, Serene and Jerald.&lt;/strong&gt; Went over to &lt;strong&gt;Fairprice &lt;/strong&gt;to get the stuff for our &lt;strong&gt;BBQ on Friday&lt;/strong&gt;. We had a blast shopping! Got prawns, chicken wings, crab sticks, hotdogs, fish fillets, sauces, limes, drinks and the stuff needed for the BBQ. HEAVY! We trained to &lt;strong&gt;Toa Poyoh&lt;/strong&gt; before taking a cab back to &lt;strong&gt;Jerald's place.&lt;/strong&gt; Rested for awhile, &lt;strong&gt;Ras&lt;/strong&gt; did the marination of the meats. We had a nice time talking shit. Had dinner, &lt;strong&gt;Serene &lt;/strong&gt;headed off to meet her boyfriend, &lt;strong&gt;Zack&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Ras&lt;/strong&gt; and I stayed until 11pm plus before cabbing home. For parts of the night I was extremely grumpy. Hahaha. Weird. PMS, has to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5 &amp;amp; 6 Jun (Friday &amp;amp; Saturday):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BBQ DAYYYYYY! The event we've been waiting for!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* Will upload the photos when Ras sends me =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met &lt;strong&gt;Ras and her brother&lt;/strong&gt; at &lt;strong&gt;Jurong east&lt;/strong&gt;, headed to &lt;strong&gt;Toa Payoh&lt;/strong&gt; to meet &lt;strong&gt;Jac&lt;/strong&gt;. We bought ice and a lemon before cabbing to &lt;strong&gt;Jerald's place&lt;/strong&gt;. Chilled for awhile, around &lt;strong&gt;6pm &lt;/strong&gt;we got ready to start the &lt;strong&gt;BBQ&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Charm&lt;/strong&gt;, Jerald's sister joined us. &lt;strong&gt;Jac, Ras and I&lt;/strong&gt; were cooking most of the time, we had tons of fooooooood. &lt;strong&gt;Jerald's mum&lt;/strong&gt; bought more prawns and beef, and also made&lt;strong&gt; fruit salad&lt;/strong&gt; for us! &lt;strong&gt;And boy was I glad there was a pool there! &lt;/strong&gt;We had so much fun! &lt;strong&gt;The food were great, the weather was good and we went for a swim/ dip once in awhile.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Serene &lt;/strong&gt;finally came. We ate and chatted. &lt;strong&gt;Zack &lt;/strong&gt;came and &lt;strong&gt;Jerald's family&lt;/strong&gt; came down to join us for awhile. Jerald's bro, &lt;strong&gt;Kef&lt;/strong&gt; helped us cook, while we swam. And cute cute &lt;strong&gt;Austin&lt;/strong&gt; (Jerald's nephew)!!! So adorable! &lt;strong&gt;Dear peeled the prawns for me!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Sweetie! This was one day without any setbacks or conflict! &lt;strong&gt;PERFECT.&lt;/strong&gt; I was glad it was just the original few of us. &lt;strong&gt;Peaceful and fun.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around &lt;strong&gt;10pm plus&lt;/strong&gt;, we went up for&lt;strong&gt; watermelon&lt;/strong&gt;!! &lt;strong&gt;Serene and Zack&lt;/strong&gt; left as he had work the next day. &lt;strong&gt;Jac&lt;/strong&gt; went home around 11pm, bummer that she had to work too. &lt;strong&gt;Ras, her brother and I stayed.&lt;/strong&gt; We bathed and relaxed. Drank Jerald's mum yummy herbal soup. &lt;strong&gt;Dear and I&lt;/strong&gt; decided to watch my &lt;strong&gt;'Predator' &lt;/strong&gt;VCD, while &lt;strong&gt;Ras and Zaini&lt;/strong&gt; used his laptop. I dozed off, and we decided it's time to sleep. Weird thing was when I went to bed, my mind was active again and I couldn't sleep. &lt;strong&gt;Jerald and I&lt;/strong&gt; had difficulty sleeping and decided to go to the living room and rest instead. Eventually we fell asleep for awhile. The whole night it was on and off. Kinda frustrating. Time passed fast though. We lazed around in &lt;strong&gt;Jerald's room&lt;/strong&gt; until around noon. Had lunch, lazed around more. Decided to watch a movie with dearest at &lt;strong&gt;Vivo&lt;/strong&gt;. Dropped &lt;strong&gt;Ras and Zaini&lt;/strong&gt; off at &lt;strong&gt;dhoby ghaut&lt;/strong&gt;. Had a simple dinner before catching &lt;strong&gt;'Terminator Salvation'&lt;/strong&gt;. Movie was fine. Oh and I bought the book &lt;strong&gt;'The Diary of a Young Girl: Anne Frank'. &lt;/strong&gt;We were both really tired. Dearest still insisted on sending me home. &lt;strong&gt;Mum&lt;/strong&gt; kept &lt;strong&gt;crab&lt;/strong&gt; for me, hur hur! We watched TV for awhile before dear headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;9 Jun (Monday):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to &lt;strong&gt;dearest's place&lt;/strong&gt;. Had lunch. &lt;strong&gt;Experimented on both dearest and Charm.&lt;/strong&gt; I shall leave out the details. HEEEE HEEEE. Headed to &lt;strong&gt;AMK Hub&lt;/strong&gt; with dear, had simple dinner and caught the movie&lt;strong&gt; 'Monsters Vs Aliens 3D'&lt;/strong&gt;. Cute! As usual, dear sent me home &lt;strong&gt;*hug*.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Misss him soooo much!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Meeting Rebec tmr!!! FINALLY, SHOPPING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ras, Jac, Serene and Jerald!!!! Aston or sushi buffet again soooooooooon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been eating lots lately! Oh no, holidayssss!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-6494848540657181910?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/6494848540657181910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/6494848540657181910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-week-of-holidays.html' title='First week of Holidays.'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si4COahcjGI/AAAAAAAAEKg/vNZreQ3kzz4/s72-c/P5300273.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-4852911628886127056</id><published>2009-06-09T12:30:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T14:26:23.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 20th Birthday!!! (24 May 2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME, HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TO MEEEEEEEEEEE, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Wooo, I'm old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;KKKK, updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;23 May (Birthday eve):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met up with&lt;strong&gt; Jerald dearest&lt;/strong&gt; for my &lt;strong&gt;pre birthday celebration&lt;/strong&gt;. Watched &lt;strong&gt;'Night At The Museum 2' &lt;/strong&gt;at &lt;strong&gt;The Cathay&lt;/strong&gt;, I loved the movie =). After, we headed to this place called &lt;strong&gt;'Absolute Haven'&lt;/strong&gt;. Dearest put in so much effort in making my birthday memorable. The place was interesting, kinda like a fine dining feel. Their water was so unique, sliced strawberries in water. Dinner wasn't fantastic, very small portion for almost $20. However, I loved the peaceful environment, for once away from the crowd. After dinner we headed to &lt;strong&gt;Jerald's place&lt;/strong&gt;. And dearest surprised me with an &lt;strong&gt;Oreo Cheesecake&lt;/strong&gt; which he made (&lt;strong&gt;Natalie&lt;/strong&gt; taught him beforehand)! He even had a candle for me... so sweet! Okay, I'm not a fan of cheesecakes, but still... &lt;strong&gt;AWWW&lt;/strong&gt;. I loved the Oreos, heee. =)) &lt;strong&gt;thank you dear!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. &lt;strong&gt;Dearest&lt;/strong&gt; gave me my &lt;strong&gt;belated birthday present&lt;/strong&gt; few days after. Guess what?! &lt;strong&gt;IT WAS A MOUSE!&lt;/strong&gt; The computer kind... not the rodent. HAHA. AND HEY MIND YOU, that is one expensive mouse! It's from &lt;strong&gt;Razer&lt;/strong&gt;. BLUETOOTH! He knew I wanted a new mouse, because 4 people in my Procurement class have the exact mouse as meeeee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How thoughtful of you dear. &lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU THANK YOU.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hee, if i'm not wrong, the very first present Jerald gave me was also a mouse, because we had lots of Excel to do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How adorable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si3sZkTDLeI/AAAAAAAAEKQ/0DG4k8MlYUw/s1600-h/94_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345188256743108066" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si3sZkTDLeI/AAAAAAAAEKQ/0DG4k8MlYUw/s320/94_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si3rxlSPf1I/AAAAAAAAEKA/o8sISND8oys/s1600-h/DSC00133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345187569813389138" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 347px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si3rxlSPf1I/AAAAAAAAEKA/o8sISND8oys/s400/DSC00133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;24 May (My birthday!):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lots and lots of ka-ching!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$100 from &lt;strong&gt;Mum &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$100 from&lt;strong&gt; kor (Joel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;$200 from&lt;strong&gt; Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;$50 from&lt;strong&gt; grandparents&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$20 from &lt;strong&gt;Jerald's mum&lt;br /&gt;Thank you thank you thank you, love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHO'S RICH?!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;But now I'm only left with &lt;strong&gt;$250&lt;/strong&gt;, and I've not even shopped yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you &lt;strong&gt;Shu Fang&lt;/strong&gt; for &lt;strong&gt;'The Face Shop' products&lt;/strong&gt;, Love them. =))&lt;br /&gt;Once again, thank you&lt;strong&gt; Siti&lt;/strong&gt; for the&lt;strong&gt; lovely necklace&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you &lt;strong&gt;Rebecca&lt;/strong&gt; in advance for my belated present. See you tmr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you everyone for the wishes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daddy&lt;/strong&gt; brought the familly to &lt;strong&gt;Kuishin-Bo &lt;/strong&gt;for dinner, kor's recommendation.&lt;br /&gt;Asked &lt;strong&gt;Jerald&lt;/strong&gt; to join us. &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There &lt;strong&gt;snow crab's&lt;/strong&gt; interesting. And &lt;strong&gt;fresh fresh sashimi&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Too costly though, it's &lt;strong&gt;$40 plus per person&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had a fantastic time!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around, then headed home.&lt;br /&gt;=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Joen's very very happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &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/6602283537330073143-4852911628886127056?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/4852911628886127056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/4852911628886127056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-20th-birthday-24-may-2009.html' title='Happy 20th Birthday!!! (24 May 2009)'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si3sZkTDLeI/AAAAAAAAEKQ/0DG4k8MlYUw/s72-c/94_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-8747156545863977466</id><published>2009-06-09T12:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T12:27:33.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The new and old friends.</title><content type='html'>Since school started, I have been closer to a few people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Serene&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Ras&lt;/strong&gt;, my &lt;strong&gt;FYP team mates&lt;/strong&gt;, been hanging out with them a lot, along with &lt;strong&gt;Jerald &lt;/strong&gt;(hopefully &lt;strong&gt;Aaron&lt;/strong&gt;, my another team mate who is a very nice guy, can stop his game addiction and hang out with us more!!!). &lt;strong&gt;Jac&lt;/strong&gt;, my nu er, has gotten close to us too. Love hanging out with them. It's so much easier now that everyone knows everyone else, since we have different classes everyday. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cheers to the friendship!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as usual &lt;strong&gt;Rebecca the evil&lt;/strong&gt;!! Always meeting her for lunch, where we'll spread our evil love for people. &lt;strong&gt;CAN'T WAIT FOR SHOPPING TMR&lt;/strong&gt;!!!! Wooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I miss my bestie! &lt;strong&gt;SITI MEET UP SOONNNNN!&lt;/strong&gt; It's been so long since we've gone shopping together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the period that I did not blog, lots happened and have been resolved. Most, can't remember. But there were lots of good times with Jerald dearest and Rebecca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 8th and 9th month Jerald!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been through lots of ups and downs, but &lt;strong&gt;I still love you&lt;/strong&gt;! We will work things out.&lt;br /&gt;DEAR!!! &lt;strong&gt;IKEA SOOOOOON!&lt;/strong&gt; I want my salmon and you want your balls! Hurr. Swedish balls lah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-8747156545863977466?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/8747156545863977466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/8747156545863977466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-and-old-friends.html' title='The new and old friends.'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-3381133239389545153</id><published>2009-06-09T11:09:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T12:00:44.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Long Ago (9 Feb 2009)</title><content type='html'>Early this year, my year 2 sem 2 class (&lt;strong&gt;E45L&lt;/strong&gt;) had a &lt;strong&gt;Chalet/ BBQ&lt;/strong&gt;. This is a long due post. Hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PICTURES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The early birds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si3TBetxGuI/AAAAAAAAEIQ/_mO1A2ZyAKg/s1600-h/Photo0076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345160355137002210" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si3TBetxGuI/AAAAAAAAEIQ/_mO1A2ZyAKg/s320/Photo0076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si3TBtc1NKI/AAAAAAAAEIY/LAZzybv5FhQ/s1600-h/Photo0082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345160359092499618" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si3TBtc1NKI/AAAAAAAAEIY/LAZzybv5FhQ/s320/Photo0082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si3TBgCK9CI/AAAAAAAAEIg/izRhNzs8PlA/s1600-h/Photo0084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345160355491017762" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si3TBgCK9CI/AAAAAAAAEIg/izRhNzs8PlA/s320/Photo0084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si3TB1iGHmI/AAAAAAAAEIo/WXAPTP50H5w/s1600-h/Photo0085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345160361262063202" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si3TB1iGHmI/AAAAAAAAEIo/WXAPTP50H5w/s320/Photo0085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si3TB1WMMHI/AAAAAAAAEIw/O6_TCABvYEA/s1600-h/Photo0087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345160361212129394" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si3TB1WMMHI/AAAAAAAAEIw/O6_TCABvYEA/s320/Photo0087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LET IT BURN!! Eating time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si3Tmv1SnlI/AAAAAAAAEI4/GyIHa9Yprn8/s1600-h/Photo0096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345160995387121234" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si3Tmv1SnlI/AAAAAAAAEI4/GyIHa9Yprn8/s320/Photo0096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si3Tm365V2I/AAAAAAAAEJA/IyF8-JkRc18/s1600-h/Photo0097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345160997558114146" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si3Tm365V2I/AAAAAAAAEJA/IyF8-JkRc18/s320/Photo0097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si3Tm0RuF6I/AAAAAAAAEJI/AcBs4BXsQmM/s1600-h/Photo0101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345160996580104098" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si3Tm0RuF6I/AAAAAAAAEJI/AcBs4BXsQmM/s320/Photo0101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;GROUP PICTURE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From the top: Ling Qian, Song Ren &amp;amp; Ting Hui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nigel, Yong Xiang, Daniel and Veron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jerald &amp;amp; I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Missy, Hui Ling, Mas and Jac.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si3TnDoz_gI/AAAAAAAAEJY/sXRqXXKLDeg/s1600-h/Photo0112.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si3UNEfyYJI/AAAAAAAAEJg/YYwfaPpXt4I/s1600-h/Photo0109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345161653769101458" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si3UNEfyYJI/AAAAAAAAEJg/YYwfaPpXt4I/s400/Photo0109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After the BBQ, everyone's all stinky and sticky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si3TnDoz_gI/AAAAAAAAEJY/sXRqXXKLDeg/s1600-h/Photo0112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345161000703491586" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si3TnDoz_gI/AAAAAAAAEJY/sXRqXXKLDeg/s320/Photo0112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The guys watching TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si3UjQ4EmpI/AAAAAAAAEJ4/h4pjKGNfspA/s1600-h/Photo0123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345162035049306770" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si3UjQ4EmpI/AAAAAAAAEJ4/h4pjKGNfspA/s320/Photo0123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ling Qian the pervert, insisting on reading the 'Sex' column.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si3UilqmlsI/AAAAAAAAEJo/78au0A3rCkU/s1600-h/Photo0113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345162023450089154" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si3UilqmlsI/AAAAAAAAEJo/78au0A3rCkU/s320/Photo0113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si3Ui_WA9nI/AAAAAAAAEJw/H9Vad5oQGMg/s1600-h/Photo0118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345162030343059058" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si3Ui_WA9nI/AAAAAAAAEJw/H9Vad5oQGMg/s320/Photo0118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Prepared for a long, stinky and warm day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met &lt;strong&gt;Jerald dearest&lt;/strong&gt; at &lt;strong&gt;City Hall&lt;/strong&gt;. Trained to &lt;strong&gt;Pasir Ris&lt;/strong&gt;, what a long journey. Had &lt;strong&gt;Burger King&lt;/strong&gt; as we were hungry. We were the last ones to reach &lt;strong&gt;Downtown East&lt;/strong&gt;, and because the rest needed my precious tongs, they had to wait. HUR HUR HUR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got started. &lt;strong&gt;Khai&lt;/strong&gt; and his classmates had a BBQ too, so he came to disturb us for awhile. &lt;strong&gt;The guys and Jac&lt;/strong&gt; were the ones cooking. All that smoke and burned meat, UNHEALTHY. BBQ is kinda like eating crab, you do so much but is left unsatisfied at the end of the day. But I had fun!! If only my annoying period did not ruin my night for me, it would have been perfect. And of course there was that &lt;strong&gt;certain group of UNINVITED people&lt;/strong&gt; who had to bring on the drama. Geeeee! Shall not recount the bad parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gang decided to walk to the infamous &lt;strong&gt;'Red House'&lt;/strong&gt;. Or rather were we opposite the road, staring into the darkness. I couldn't see anything. I have to say, it was stupid. Long long walk, and we practically scared ourselves. No more visits to 'haunted' places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back to the room, for some reason we decided to watch more creepy stuff. At that time Jac and I were obsessed with &lt;strong&gt;'Paranormal state'&lt;/strong&gt; and decided to screen it. After, they watched &lt;strong&gt;'The Haunting of Molly Hartley'&lt;/strong&gt;. As I was in so much pain due to the cramps and gastric, I had to try to sleep. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank God dearest was there to hug me and lend me his shoulder. I don't know what I would have done without him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Call me a baby, but I was in serious agony! And I got quite a few scares that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dawn came, everyone headed to Mac. I still felt horrible, so we decided to leave first. Said our goodbyes, and dearest cabbed home with me. He paid for the &lt;strong&gt;OMG&lt;/strong&gt; expensive cab fare, it was about &lt;strong&gt;$30 plus&lt;/strong&gt;, total rip off! He sat at my place for awhile and ate his breakfast. After he followed me to buy mine and headed off. LONG CRAZY DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, I missed dearest so much more! That one day with him made me realise how much I need him. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Thank you Jerald dearest!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; You're a lifesaver. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-3381133239389545153?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/3381133239389545153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/3381133239389545153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2009/06/long-long-ago.html' title='Long Long Ago (9 Feb 2009)'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/Si3TBetxGuI/AAAAAAAAEIQ/_mO1A2ZyAKg/s72-c/Photo0076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-865430276936903978</id><published>2009-05-22T21:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T22:17:53.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bestie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Siti &lt;/strong&gt;is such a sweetie.&lt;br /&gt;Met her for dinner at KFC.&lt;br /&gt;She bought me a &lt;strong&gt;'J' necklace&lt;/strong&gt; from &lt;strong&gt;Moshi Moshi Jewellery&lt;/strong&gt; and made a &lt;strong&gt;card with our picture&lt;/strong&gt;, for my &lt;strong&gt;birthday&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy and touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you bestie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can't wait to meet Jerald tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;His 'surprise' is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;So secretive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday dinner with the family at &lt;strong&gt;Kuishin-Bo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Authentic Japanese Buffet Restaurant&lt;/strong&gt; (Suntec) on &lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;*rubs tummy*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;SASHIMI!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and and and,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can't wait for the Private Pool-BBQ 'Party'.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will talk more about it when it's confirmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KRIS ALLEN IS THE NEW AMERICAN IDOL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor &lt;strong&gt;Adam&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I'm still a jinx to the Idols and everyone else that I support.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's &lt;strong&gt;warehousing UT&lt;/strong&gt; on &lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;! Bummer.&lt;br /&gt;Either I study today, or on my birthday...&lt;br /&gt;Such limited choices.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise to update more after my birthday!!&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-865430276936903978?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/865430276936903978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/865430276936903978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2009/05/bestie.html' title='Bestie!'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-4902903636646087216</id><published>2009-05-18T19:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T20:41:47.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hur Hur Hur.</title><content type='html'>I swear I've been wanting to update for ages!&lt;br /&gt;But every time I get all lazy and do something else.&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I've been watching '48 hours Mystery' on Youtube for the past 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Nice nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO ADAM LAMBERT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Lets hope I don't jinx him like the others - David Archuleta and Clay Aiken (Spot the similarity)).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday's this week! =)&lt;br /&gt;Promise to update next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muack!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-4902903636646087216?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/4902903636646087216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/4902903636646087216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2009/05/hur-hur-hur.html' title='Hur Hur Hur.'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-7710756270952506156</id><published>2009-03-14T17:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T17:35:22.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;HAPPY 7TH MONTH, DEAREST CHAN CHAN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hug*&lt;br /&gt;And stop calling me prawny!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm cuter than that! Ahem!&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me eat 10 king prawns with garlic and stuff your nose to my mouth!&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;'My Bloody Valentine', THIS WEEK!!!&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I have lots to blog about. Very lazy. Soon soon *cross fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADAM LAMBERT IS NOT GAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-7710756270952506156?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/7710756270952506156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/7710756270952506156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-7th-month-dearest-chan-chan-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-6951361696011987891</id><published>2009-03-13T17:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T17:35:20.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favourite Idol!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adam Lambert... Adam Lambert, Adam Lambert!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, i'm gonna hyperventilate and fly to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;If that even makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American Idol&lt;br /&gt;Top 12 - Black and White by Michael Jackson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aiakWlnxqhg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aiakWlnxqhg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-6951361696011987891?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/6951361696011987891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/6951361696011987891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-favourite-idol_13.html' title='My Favourite Idol!'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-4438954847072777265</id><published>2009-02-15T18:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T18:32:43.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Dearest.</title><content type='html'>Happy Valentine's Day and 6th Month!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yfKe2JxGoQo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yfKe2JxGoQo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the direction I follow to get home&lt;br /&gt;When I feel like I can't go on, you tell me to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And it's like I can't feel a thing without you around&lt;br /&gt;And don't mind me if I get weak in the knees&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you have that effect on me, you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Everything you say&lt;br /&gt;Every time we kiss, I can't think straight&lt;br /&gt;But I'm okay&lt;br /&gt;And I can't think of anybody else&lt;br /&gt;Who I hate to miss as much as I hate missing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Months going strong now, and no goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Unconditional, unoriginal&lt;br /&gt;Always by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Meant to be together&lt;br /&gt;Meant for no one but each other&lt;br /&gt;You love me, I love you harder so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything you say&lt;br /&gt;Every time we kiss, I can't think straight&lt;br /&gt;But I'm okay&lt;br /&gt;And I can't think of anybody else&lt;br /&gt;Who I hate to miss as much as I hate missing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;So please, give me your hands&lt;br /&gt;So please, give me a lesson on how to steal, steal a heart&lt;br /&gt;As fast as you stole mine, as you stole mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and everything you say&lt;br /&gt;Every time we kiss, I can't think straight&lt;br /&gt;But I'm okay&lt;br /&gt;And I can't think of anybody else&lt;br /&gt;Who I hate to miss as much as I hate missing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please, give me your hands&lt;br /&gt;So please, just take my hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-4438954847072777265?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/4438954847072777265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/4438954847072777265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2009/02/for-dearest.html' title='For Dearest.'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-6311867787830769385</id><published>2009-02-14T12:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T12:08:03.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sizzle!</title><content type='html'>There For Tomorrow - No More Room To Breathe&lt;br /&gt;I just realised how cute the lads in There For Tomorrow are. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P4TD7qK4YS4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P4TD7qK4YS4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We The Kings - Secret Valentine&lt;br /&gt;The new MV version is great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aQQ0lpYI1RI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aQQ0lpYI1RI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-6311867787830769385?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/6311867787830769385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/6311867787830769385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2009/02/sizzle.html' title='Sizzle!'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-7510783334489080438</id><published>2009-02-14T00:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T00:53:59.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;'Indie' people are too 'cool' for Valentine's Day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day to myself then.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;*muack*, love you Joen. I hate christmas, I hate New year, I hate my birthday, I hate Valentine's and those 1st month 2nd month shit. All I do is cry. I'm cursed.I rather just have typical 'Monday', 'Tuesday'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-7510783334489080438?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/7510783334489080438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/7510783334489080438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-7528381473069027528</id><published>2009-02-09T12:50:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T11:57:52.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Holidays... so far.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to &lt;strong&gt;Jerald dearest's&lt;/strong&gt; place. Bought lunch for him. Finally we built his desk, that dusty desk. 1 year worth of dust! That bum bum. Gave oranges to his parents and got an ang bao (they gave me &lt;strong&gt;$22&lt;/strong&gt;, very generous. Even my relatives don't give me so much.) and hugs. Hee hee. Had dinner with his family and 2 aunts. My nose was bothering me the whole night, damn flu. After dinner, the whole family played cards. I lost (but did not count how much), Jerald's dad gave me $10 though. How nice =). Cabbed home around midnight. Pleasant day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with &lt;strong&gt;Rebec&lt;/strong&gt; at Vivo. Had ramen at Sushi Teh. Watched &lt;strong&gt;'Bride Wars'&lt;/strong&gt;. I loved the movie. It was such a cold day, and my flu was threatening to come back. We went to a cafe called &lt;strong&gt;BakerzIn&lt;/strong&gt;. We had &lt;strong&gt;Macarons with hot chocolate&lt;/strong&gt;. My first time trying Macarons, sweet treats. And they look so cute. We shopped for awhile and bought the same sandals from &lt;strong&gt;Charles and Keith&lt;/strong&gt; (Rebec has been eying them for the longest time, finally there was an offer). I rushed home to watch American Idol at 8pm. Heh heh. What a nerd. &lt;strong&gt;I love Adam Lambert.&lt;/strong&gt; So old, but so cute. So far he's the only name I can remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Macarons!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SZD_4olOxpI/AAAAAAAAEG4/rAXZmDSQaZs/s1600-h/Macaron%2520Tentcard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301018109846406802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SZD_4olOxpI/AAAAAAAAEG4/rAXZmDSQaZs/s320/Macaron%2520Tentcard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Charles and Keith sandals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SZD_4uYEW2I/AAAAAAAAEGw/Z96pxPJI8hQ/s1600-h/charles+and+keith.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301018111401810786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SZD_4uYEW2I/AAAAAAAAEGw/Z96pxPJI8hQ/s320/charles+and+keith.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quality's really bad, but is the only one I can find:&lt;br /&gt;Adam's audition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y3DHpnRfDpo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y3DHpnRfDpo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Friday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dearest&lt;/strong&gt; came over to my place at night. He gave my parents oranges. We watched &lt;strong&gt;'World of the Worlds'&lt;/strong&gt; VCD. &lt;strong&gt;Josh&lt;/strong&gt; came back, headed over to Mac around 1am to get dearest's dinner. That silly boy didn't eat! He went home around 2am. Simple day, I was glad to have him by my side. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole family were out. &lt;strong&gt;Parents&lt;/strong&gt; attended a wedding. &lt;strong&gt;Brothers&lt;/strong&gt; went out with friends. &lt;strong&gt;Dearest&lt;/strong&gt; wanted to come over to keep me company, but I told him not to. He was already in the cab and had to head back to his place instead. I felt so bad. &lt;strong&gt;I love you dear. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sunday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to The Cathay with &lt;strong&gt;Dearest&lt;/strong&gt;. He brought me to &lt;strong&gt;Astons&lt;/strong&gt; for dinner. We had to queue, but it was worth it. Dinner was yummy. We watched &lt;strong&gt;'Underworld: Rise of the Lycans'&lt;/strong&gt; at 7.30pm. We had their &lt;strong&gt;Caramel Gourmet Popcorn&lt;/strong&gt;. It was really nice, but kinda costly. Anyway, the movie was alright. It is the prequel to Underworld. Headed over to Dearest's place for awhile. Headed home around 12am. I was exhausted! &lt;strong&gt;Thank you for the lovely date dear. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Happy Birthday Rebec!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;See you on Thursday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Months before!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are very very very old updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friends:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a few dinner dates with &lt;strong&gt;Siti and Li Hui.&lt;/strong&gt; I love having dinner with them. All the gossips and laughter. Aww I miss them. &lt;strong&gt;Meet up soon, girls!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once there was a &lt;strong&gt;blackout in Jurong area&lt;/strong&gt;. Both Siti and I were affected by it. Even the traffic lights weren't working. After dinner with both Siti and Lihui, we walked around and there were people actually taking photos. It's like our little own cheap thrills. You don't get to see this everyday in Singapore. HAHA. When we parted, I had to climb the stairs on my own up to my place. It was freaking dark. Very very scary. Luckily I had my handphone as a source of light. I was praying while climbing. Phew. So no electricity... we had to use CANDLES and got to play with touchlights. So romantic, kinda fun actually. Power was resumed around 11pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Li Hui&lt;/strong&gt; come over to my place a couple of times to &lt;strong&gt;make jelly&lt;/strong&gt;. Practice makes perfect. I wanted to make it for &lt;strong&gt;Dearest's 20th birthday&lt;/strong&gt;. I even cooked canned soup for Li Hui, my way of thanking her. Hahaha. I'm such a cheapskate. I had lots of fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went shopping with &lt;strong&gt;Siti&lt;/strong&gt; a couple of times. We walked around the &lt;strong&gt;new Jurong Point&lt;/strong&gt;. It's really big. She also followed me to town to get dearest's birthday present in October. Damn, I've not blogged for so long. &lt;strong&gt;Shopping sooooon, babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a &lt;strong&gt;hair cut with Rebec&lt;/strong&gt; 2 or 3 months back. &lt;strong&gt;Now I have bangssss =))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had &lt;strong&gt;dim sum&lt;/strong&gt; with her a couple of times.&lt;br /&gt;Went to &lt;strong&gt;Ikea &lt;/strong&gt;to eat and she came over to my area.&lt;br /&gt;We went to &lt;strong&gt;Chinatown, Haji Lane and Bugis &lt;/strong&gt;before Chinese New Year.&lt;br /&gt;Vague memories, can't remember in details.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and she gave me a &lt;strong&gt;Christmas present&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How nice, for such an evil person!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks Rebec.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Family:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had &lt;strong&gt;Christmas dinner with family&lt;/strong&gt; at &lt;strong&gt;Science Centre's Sakura&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had &lt;strong&gt;New Year's eve dinner&lt;/strong&gt; at a Japanese Resturant, &lt;strong&gt;Nihon Mura&lt;/strong&gt;. Somewhere near Jurong Point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched &lt;strong&gt;'Yes Man'&lt;/strong&gt; twice. Once with &lt;strong&gt;Josh &lt;/strong&gt;and the second time with &lt;strong&gt;Josh and Joel&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Dearest:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Jerald's 20th birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I WAS SICK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peachy!&lt;br /&gt;I skipped school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After lessons ended, I went over to Woodlands to pass him his present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so sweet right? Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That lucky &amp;amp;^#%*!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heh heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought him a &lt;strong&gt;Punk Star shirt&lt;/strong&gt; and gave him a card.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On &lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;, I was still sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took a flu pill the night before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was one killer pill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up around 4pm still feeling drowsy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dragged myself out of bed to &lt;strong&gt;meet Dearest for dinner&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He brought me to &lt;strong&gt;Nihon Mura&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After, we headed to his place as I was a little weak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chilled for awhile, then I cabbed home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the days, I did finally made jelly for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched &lt;strong&gt;Twilight&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The books were amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;movie was disappointing&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dearest and I both thought it was cheesy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the movie, he sent me home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Called&lt;strong&gt; Josh&lt;/strong&gt; to meet us to have supper near my place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Headed to a playground to enjoy the breeze and talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then something interesting happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were talking and just looking at people pass by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Innocent right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I guess not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this group of guys who walked passed us.&lt;br /&gt;Or rather there was this &lt;strong&gt;group of matraps&lt;/strong&gt; (however you spell it) who walked passed us.&lt;br /&gt;I mean they indeed justified the term.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So they decided that it's 2am, they have &lt;strong&gt;no life and wanted&lt;/strong&gt; something I would love to call - &lt;strong&gt;idiotic fun&lt;/strong&gt; - WEEE!! What better way to satisfy their pathetic needs?? &lt;strong&gt;Come and find trouble with us.&lt;/strong&gt; I mean we were after all the only people who were able to give them that little bit of &lt;strong&gt;attention&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Botak and friends. Their way of approcahing is &lt;strong&gt;hilarious&lt;/strong&gt;. They walked passed us, crossed the road to another block, kept staring. Probably their visions were poor, they headed to a nearer block and with old age kicking in, they had to sit and stare. After like a decade, botak and his friend decided to approach us. Oh wait, not us, the back of us. So much for trying to be intimidating and macho. I don't know what they were doing. Finally, &lt;strong&gt;botak asked Josh&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Eh why you stare stare?"&lt;br /&gt;"You see I botak you stare ah?"&lt;br /&gt;"You stare like want to eat me"&lt;br /&gt;"I botak, just come out you want to stare ah?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm... CONFUSING!!&lt;br /&gt;The whole time I was trying to hold back my laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was thinking...&lt;/strong&gt; "Come out? Come out from where?"&lt;br /&gt;*dazed look*&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhh, he just came out from the hospital, had chemotherapy, that's why botak.&lt;br /&gt;Insecure kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My brother:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No, we were not staring at you"&lt;br /&gt;"I thought you were my friend"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Botak:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Don't stare stare lah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bro:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"No no, never"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both shook hands. As a sign of &lt;strong&gt;'peace'&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;*still holding back laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Botak:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You play what shirt?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me thinking to self:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"Play what shirt...."&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm... play what shirt?"&lt;br /&gt;"Pasar malam 3 for $10 shirts!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that was&lt;strong&gt; botak's lingo&lt;/strong&gt; of asking what gang my brother is in. Josh looks like a punk with his piercings and all. Oh gosh Josh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;/strong&gt; Don't look like a punk and don't stare at botak people. They're insecure.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Came back from class chalet a few hours ago. I'm exhausted. Bet Dearest is sleeping like a log now. I'm gonna get a little ZzzZz... Will update about it when I wakey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-7528381473069027528?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/7528381473069027528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/7528381473069027528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2009/02/holidays-so-far.html' title='The Holidays... so far.'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SZD_4olOxpI/AAAAAAAAEG4/rAXZmDSQaZs/s72-c/Macaron%2520Tentcard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-574812223001222978</id><published>2009-02-07T12:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T12:21:45.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plain White T's - 1234 (Official Video)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PYp0GVzmLgY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PYp0GVzmLgY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;is gonna be extra extra special.&lt;br /&gt;It'll be my first time celebrating with someone I love.&lt;br /&gt;AND AND AND&lt;br /&gt;It'll be our &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;6TH MONTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-574812223001222978?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/574812223001222978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/574812223001222978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2009/02/plain-white-ts-1234-official-video.html' title='Plain White T&apos;s - 1234 (Official Video)'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-2353844924030404490</id><published>2009-02-01T14:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T14:47:55.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye January.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;24th Jan, Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Had dinner at &lt;strong&gt;Vivo's Swensen's&lt;/strong&gt; with &lt;strong&gt;kor and Shu Fang&lt;/strong&gt;. Great dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sunday, Monday, Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;Chinese New Year&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Wednesday and Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Stayed home. Waited patiently for 6pm. &lt;strong&gt;AMERICAN IDOL&lt;/strong&gt; ON STAR WORLD!! Gosh, I sound like a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Met up with &lt;strong&gt;Rebec&lt;/strong&gt; at boring &lt;strong&gt;Orchard&lt;/strong&gt;. Had lunch at &lt;strong&gt;Sushi Teh&lt;/strong&gt;. Whenever we have the intention to spend, we don't see anything we like. Frustrating. It's always the other way round when we're broke. But I did buy a couple of things at the end of the day. Rushed home to catch the 8pm American Idol. Heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Yesterday 31st Jan, Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - It's been quite a while since &lt;strong&gt;dearest &lt;/strong&gt;and I had a great time together. We argued a lot, got sensitive over petty stuff. It's heartbreaking. A lot of things happened. I rather not talk about the unhappy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had dinner and watched a movie yesterday. &lt;strong&gt;It was delightful =)&lt;/strong&gt;. Had dinner at &lt;strong&gt;Sakae Sushi&lt;/strong&gt;. As we had 2 hours to spare before the movie starts, we walked around for awhile before heading to &lt;strong&gt;Starbucks&lt;/strong&gt;. Shared a drink and talked a whole lot of rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's the cutest thing that happened yesterday? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dearest&lt;/strong&gt; gave me a &lt;strong&gt;'To Write Love On Her Arms' hoodie&lt;/strong&gt; and was bashful about it. He was like &lt;em&gt;"I have something to tell you... *pause*... this hoodie is actually for you",&lt;/em&gt; took hoodie and passed it to me, &lt;em&gt;"I wanted to give it to you earlier, but I shy".&lt;/em&gt; WTF WTF WTF?!! Aww, he's like a little boy. So adorable. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movie time!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched &lt;strong&gt;'The Wedding Game'&lt;/strong&gt;, the one with Fann Wong.&lt;br /&gt;It was mediocre. I didn't expect much from it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie ended at around 11.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;Dearest sent me home.&lt;br /&gt;He went up to my place, thank god he was with me.&lt;br /&gt;There was a freaking cat outside my flat, sitting there like a queen staring at me.&lt;br /&gt;He went to 7-11 with Joshua.&lt;br /&gt;We watched the TV and ate some tidbits.&lt;br /&gt;He went home around 1am plus.&lt;br /&gt;I love sitting beside him, being close.&lt;br /&gt;I feel protected.&lt;br /&gt;I still love him no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fantastic day. All smiles.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;The very first time Jerald come to my place was on the &lt;strong&gt;night of Christmas&lt;/strong&gt;. That precious bought all sorts of cookies for the family. Aww and he bought a special &lt;strong&gt;snowman cookie&lt;/strong&gt; for meeee! He was so shy when he shook my dad's hand. Hee. I'm glad he and Josh are like buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SYU__wnmOII/AAAAAAAAEGY/uB130okSOOw/s1600-h/Photo1044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297710901286549634" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SYU__wnmOII/AAAAAAAAEGY/uB130okSOOw/s400/Photo1044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My snowman cookie!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's already a new month of the new year! That's fast.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR, EVERYONE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm a month late in greeting, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;May this year be an exciting one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&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/6602283537330073143-2353844924030404490?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/2353844924030404490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/2353844924030404490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2009/02/goodbye-january.html' title='Goodbye January.'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SYU__wnmOII/AAAAAAAAEGY/uB130okSOOw/s72-c/Photo1044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-2739495552869671530</id><published>2009-02-01T13:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T13:16:17.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Favourite Scenes from 'Yes Man'</title><content type='html'>Btw, I adore the movie.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully Youtube doesn't take away the videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;'Sweet Ballad' - Zooey Deschanel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3DbaJgSkDVg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3DbaJgSkDVg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Jumper Scene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classic!! Love it. Watch watch, you won't regret. Sure to make you smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L4tbxGHBrls&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L4tbxGHBrls&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-2739495552869671530?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/2739495552869671530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/2739495552869671530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2009/02/favourite-scenes-from-yes-man.html' title='Favourite Scenes from &apos;Yes Man&apos;'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-542573651084461309</id><published>2009-02-01T09:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T09:31:50.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kelly Clarkson - My Life Would Suck Without You.</title><content type='html'>Current favourite song!! =)&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/sy-9466065001/kelly_clarkson_my_life_would_suck_without_you_official_music_video.swf" width="400" height="345" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/sy-9466065001/kelly_clarkson_my_life_would_suck_without_you_official_music_video/"&gt;Kelly Clarkson - My Life Would Suck Without You (Official Music Video)&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/"&gt;Click here for more home videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* I hate Youtube, they took away so many videos!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess this means you're sorry&lt;br /&gt;You're standing at my door&lt;br /&gt;Guess this means you take back&lt;br /&gt;All you said before&lt;br /&gt;Like how much you wanted&lt;br /&gt;Anyone but me&lt;br /&gt;Said you'd never come back&lt;br /&gt;But here you are again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Cuz we belong together now, yeah"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever united here somehow, yeah&lt;br /&gt;You got a piece of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"And honestly&lt;br /&gt;My life (my life) would suck (would suck) without you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Maybe I was stupid&lt;br /&gt;For telling you goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;For tryin' to pick a fight&lt;br /&gt;I know that I've got issues&lt;br /&gt;But you're pretty messed up too&lt;br /&gt;Either way I found out I'm nothing without you"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Being with you is so dysfunctional&lt;br /&gt;I really shouldn't miss you,&lt;br /&gt;But I can't let you go,"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz we belong together now, (yeah yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Forever united here somehow, (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;You got a piece of me&lt;br /&gt;And honestly&lt;br /&gt;My life (my life) would suck (would suck) without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz we belong (yeah) together now (together now), (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Forever united here somehow, (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;You got a piece of me&lt;br /&gt;And honestly&lt;br /&gt;My life (my life) would suck (would suck) without you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-542573651084461309?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/542573651084461309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/542573651084461309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2009/02/kelly-clarkson-my-life-would-suck.html' title='Kelly Clarkson - My Life Would Suck Without You.'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-775574419446191446</id><published>2009-01-28T22:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T23:00:52.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year 2009</title><content type='html'>This year's CNY is much better compared to last year. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, went over to grandparents' place on CNY eve for reunion dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love my grandparents.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Note to self: Cherish them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My cousins, &lt;strong&gt;Zi Ming&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Zi Xin&lt;/strong&gt;, were there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate a lot. Pleasant day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CNY!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 8am.&lt;br /&gt;Went over to aunt's place first then headed over to grand's.&lt;br /&gt;My cute cute cute god-cousins were there!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jovan&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Jovis&lt;/strong&gt; had grown so big.&lt;br /&gt;But still as adorable as ever.&lt;br /&gt;They made us laugh a lot =))&lt;br /&gt;Aww, precious kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys went to play 'Left 4 Dead', I cabbed back to my aunt's place.&lt;br /&gt;My other cousins were there.&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner, usual gossip session.&lt;br /&gt;Freaked each other out with ghost stories on CNY.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Idiots.&lt;br /&gt;Reached home pretty late.&lt;br /&gt;Exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I collected &lt;strong&gt;$180&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Not bad, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;SHOPPING!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yay yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAIT!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some asshole collected $350!!!&lt;br /&gt;WTF?!!&lt;br /&gt;Not fair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-775574419446191446?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/775574419446191446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/775574419446191446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2009/01/chinese-new-year-2009.html' title='Chinese New Year 2009'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-2024092482125981246</id><published>2009-01-22T21:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T22:13:40.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;I've been very very very verrrrrrrrry lazy.&lt;br /&gt;I promise I'll update everything during my 2 and a half months holiday (jealous jealous?!).&lt;br /&gt;Okay, brb (erm.. like few weeks later).&lt;br /&gt;Muack, take care.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Meanwhile, let me unleash my *cuteness to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Cuteness = 16 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy, you pedophiles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SXh8NYleDyI/AAAAAAAAEGA/0AAJjvTOvL4/s1600-h/Joel+and+I+on+bikes+(Kids).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294117931353771810" style="WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SXh8NYleDyI/AAAAAAAAEGA/0AAJjvTOvL4/s400/Joel+and+I+on+bikes+(Kids).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watch me cycle yooo!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohhh ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stupid loser-ish brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SXh8MYVR5nI/AAAAAAAAEFo/r7flos1BahE/s1600-h/Zi+Ming+and+I+(Kids).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294117914105996914" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SXh8MYVR5nI/AAAAAAAAEFo/r7flos1BahE/s400/Zi+Ming+and+I+(Kids).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey! I already had bangs then!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku hip sia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SXh8Y0mjFQI/AAAAAAAAEGQ/UMLaK8BNdJc/s1600-h/Ah+Lian+Joen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294118127853049090" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SXh8Y0mjFQI/AAAAAAAAEGQ/UMLaK8BNdJc/s400/Ah+Lian+Joen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Ah Lian potential was already there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SXh8NTHPMZI/AAAAAAAAEGI/6fukUYWJUbg/s1600-h/Joel+and+I+(Kids).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294117929884791186" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SXh8NTHPMZI/AAAAAAAAEGI/6fukUYWJUbg/s400/Joel+and+I+(Kids).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joel the ET.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SXh8NDPsjDI/AAAAAAAAEF4/TCVaeIrRI0g/s1600-h/Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294117925625302066" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SXh8NDPsjDI/AAAAAAAAEF4/TCVaeIrRI0g/s400/Me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh, the ear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SXh8NLMuvKI/AAAAAAAAEFw/m-FUzXNSqxA/s1600-h/Mummy,+Joel+and+I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294117927760346274" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SXh8NLMuvKI/AAAAAAAAEFw/m-FUzXNSqxA/s400/Mummy,+Joel+and+I.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, this was when I became ugly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-2024092482125981246?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/2024092482125981246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/2024092482125981246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2009/01/ill-be-back.html' title='I&apos;ll be back.'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SXh8NYleDyI/AAAAAAAAEGA/0AAJjvTOvL4/s72-c/Joel+and+I+on+bikes+(Kids).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-6739939425720101308</id><published>2008-12-14T13:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T13:34:46.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;HAPPY 4TH MONTH, JERALD DEAREST!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SUSejIxYnOI/AAAAAAAAC4U/VTasAqLXlPo/s1600-h/10.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279518989672291554" style="WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SUSejIxYnOI/AAAAAAAAC4U/VTasAqLXlPo/s400/10.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SUSejVfVJXI/AAAAAAAAC4c/1ybCnOvMTA4/s1600-h/I+love+You.gif.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279518993086227826" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SUSejVfVJXI/AAAAAAAAC4c/1ybCnOvMTA4/s400/I+love+You.gif.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We may have silly arguments every now and then, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and yes, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sometimes it hurts. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But whatever it is, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I still love you so very much.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hee hee.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*hug*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for our 'Twilight' date.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to build that century old table of yours.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to spend time with you again.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad the holiday's here!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melee - Built To Last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gvoMAi_vTpQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gvoMAi_vTpQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-6739939425720101308?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/6739939425720101308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/6739939425720101308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-4th-month-jerald-dearest-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SUSejIxYnOI/AAAAAAAAC4U/VTasAqLXlPo/s72-c/10.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-89730595851056443</id><published>2008-12-07T20:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T09:37:38.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Discovery Channel - (I love the world) Boom De Ya Da!</title><content type='html'>Jerald dearest's favourite song/video!&lt;br /&gt;Aww, adorable creature. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/1281889/new_discovery_channel_commericial_boom_de_yada.swf" width="400" height="345" wmode="transparent" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullScreen="true"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size = 1&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/1281889/new_discovery_channel_commericial_boom_de_yada/"&gt;NEW Discovery Channel Commericial - Boom De Yada!&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/"&gt;Click here for another funny movie. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-89730595851056443?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/89730595851056443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/89730595851056443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2008/12/discovery-channel-i-love-world-boom-de.html' title='Discovery Channel - (I love the world) Boom De Ya Da!'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-6295500791868370963</id><published>2008-12-06T17:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T17:53:54.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Slept with a heavy heart.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 4pm today, feeling like crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm gonna breakdown and die.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm exaggerating, but it feels like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God! I'm so tense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-6295500791868370963?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/6295500791868370963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/6295500791868370963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2008/12/slept-with-heavy-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-3722618921352191458</id><published>2008-12-06T00:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T01:17:00.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rotten Week.</title><content type='html'>Let's see how many things went wrong this week alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argued with Jerald.&lt;br /&gt;Jerald's sick, missed whole week of school.&lt;br /&gt;Snappy mood.&lt;br /&gt;Terrible weather.&lt;br /&gt;Back ache.&lt;br /&gt;Just recovered from flu.&lt;br /&gt;Feels like I'm about to lose another friend.&lt;br /&gt;Guilt for forgetting about the break appointment with Delwyn, Dexter and Cheong.&lt;br /&gt;I felt like a complete idiot during OP lesson.&lt;br /&gt;My tooth aches again.&lt;br /&gt;Realized I don't have a FYP team.&lt;br /&gt;Loooooong week, it was horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst thing, I had to go through all those alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;I have a family, but they know nuts about what is going on in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;I have close friends, but they seem to drift away from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;I have a boyfriend, but he wasn't there when I needed him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;I have God, but I'm starting to lose faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Add all up, I have nothing. Depressing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Yaya, gloat at my misfortune.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-3722618921352191458?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/3722618921352191458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/3722618921352191458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2008/12/rotten-week.html' title='Rotten Week.'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-8828887923115470535</id><published>2008-11-30T21:08:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T21:28:29.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank you for the heartwarming message.&lt;br /&gt;I've been a horrible friend.&lt;br /&gt;But you didn't forsake me.&lt;br /&gt;=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Do you know the muffin man, the muffin man, the muffin man?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know the muffin man, who lives in Drury Lane?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Yes, I know the muffin man, the muffin man, the muffin man;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yes, I know the muffin man, who lives in Drury Lane."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-8828887923115470535?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/8828887923115470535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/8828887923115470535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2008/11/thank-you-for-heartwarming-message.html' title=''/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-5415137378073277871</id><published>2008-11-28T22:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T22:55:00.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>**********</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/STAFmgIS-yI/AAAAAAAAC4M/qUwWsW1mGn4/s1600-h/l_0055c0133426c76d1928c7383558151a.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273721322668751650" style="WIDTH: 357px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/STAFmgIS-yI/AAAAAAAAC4M/qUwWsW1mGn4/s400/l_0055c0133426c76d1928c7383558151a.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Nobody knows even if I faint, they don't even care.I can't rely on anyone.It's okay.I'm used to being alone.How is now any different?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-5415137378073277871?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/5415137378073277871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/5415137378073277871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_28.html' title='**********'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/STAFmgIS-yI/AAAAAAAAC4M/qUwWsW1mGn4/s72-c/l_0055c0133426c76d1928c7383558151a.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-6736093442016991695</id><published>2008-11-25T21:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T22:02:54.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dfbkulklkjfk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Something's missing.ARH!I wanna go back to when it's beautiful.Day by day, I seem to be less important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SSwDwqILWoI/AAAAAAAAC38/nwn8p301FgU/s1600-h/banksy_graffiti_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272593398221200002" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SSwDwqILWoI/AAAAAAAAC38/nwn8p301FgU/s400/banksy_graffiti_10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-6736093442016991695?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/6736093442016991695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/6736093442016991695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2008/11/dfbkulklkjfk.html' title='dfbkulklkjfk'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SSwDwqILWoI/AAAAAAAAC38/nwn8p301FgU/s72-c/banksy_graffiti_10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-7889561074371324847</id><published>2008-11-20T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T00:02:30.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dearest's 20th Birthday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 20TH BIRTHDAY JERALD CHAN!&lt;br /&gt;My precious.&lt;br /&gt;I love you, even though you're old!&lt;br /&gt;Hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and kisses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Presents presents presentssssss!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-7889561074371324847?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/7889561074371324847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/7889561074371324847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2008/11/dearests-20th-birthday.html' title='Dearest&apos;s 20th Birthday.'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-6608210908533359726</id><published>2008-11-15T15:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T15:31:49.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taylor Swift - You're Not Sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6-PolU07YQU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6-PolU07YQU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this time I was wasting hoping you would come around&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been giving out chances everytime and all you do is let me down&lt;br /&gt;And its taking me this long but baby I figured you out&lt;br /&gt;And you think it will be fine again but not this time around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don’t have to call anymore&lt;br /&gt;I won’t pick up the phone&lt;br /&gt;This is the last straw&lt;br /&gt;Don’t want to hurt anymore&lt;br /&gt;And you can tell me that you’re sorry&lt;br /&gt;But I won’t believe you baby like I did before &lt;br /&gt;You’re not sorry no more, no more, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lookin’ so innocent&lt;br /&gt;I might believe you if I didn’t know&lt;br /&gt;Could’a loved you all my life&lt;br /&gt;If you hadn’t left me waiting in the cold&lt;br /&gt;And you got your share of secrets&lt;br /&gt;And I’m tired of being last to know&lt;br /&gt;And now you’re asking me to listen&lt;br /&gt;Cuz its worked each time before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you don’t have to call anymore&lt;br /&gt;I won’t pick up the phone&lt;br /&gt;This is the last straw&lt;br /&gt;Don’t want to hurt anymore&lt;br /&gt;And you can tell me that you’re sorry&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t believe you baby like I did before&lt;br /&gt;You’re not sorry no no no noo&lt;br /&gt;You’re not sorry no no no noo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had me calling for you honey&lt;br /&gt;And it never would’ve gone away no&lt;br /&gt;You use to shine so bright&lt;br /&gt;But I watched our love it fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you don’t have to call anymore&lt;br /&gt;I won’t pick up the phone&lt;br /&gt;This is the last straw&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing left to beg for&lt;br /&gt;And you can tell me that you’re sorry&lt;br /&gt;But I won’t believe you baby like I did before&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-6608210908533359726?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/6608210908533359726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/6608210908533359726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2008/11/taylor-swift-youre-not-sorry.html' title='Taylor Swift - You&apos;re Not Sorry'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-5323822491210298423</id><published>2008-11-12T17:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:47:22.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The All-American Rejects - Gives You Hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/68v8l25tFq4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/68v8l25tFq4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Archuleta - Crush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MzUiU7q8xYw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MzUiU7q8xYw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-6891480178916313403</id><published>2008-11-12T09:43:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:24:52.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I genius!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="IQ Test" href="http://www.free-iqtest.net/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="IQ Test" src="http://www.free-iqtest.net/images/badges2/l131.gif" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free-IQTest.net - &lt;a title="IQ Test" href="http://www.free-iqtest.net/"&gt;IQ Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyMjY*NTM2ODU5ODQmcHQ9MTIyNjQ1NDE5ODAwMCZwPTEwOTE5MSZkPUZJUSZnPTEmdD*mbz1kYWJhNTJkZTlhOGM*OTBhYTUyNmE2MWI5ODVhOTcwYQ==.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have &lt;strong&gt;Very superior intelligence&lt;/strong&gt; sia!!&lt;br /&gt;Then why am I in RP?!!&lt;br /&gt;Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SRo2iZavbjI/AAAAAAAAC3c/Hu--LGzlZzI/s1600-h/IQ+scores.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SRo27vYX0EI/AAAAAAAAC3k/7usFU--rDz4/s1600-h/IQ+scores.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267583114122088514" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SRo27vYX0EI/AAAAAAAAC3k/7usFU--rDz4/s400/IQ+scores.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Click to enlarge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I PASSED MY PP! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;YAY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Done and over with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-6891480178916313403?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/6891480178916313403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/6891480178916313403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-genius.html' title='I genius!!'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SRo27vYX0EI/AAAAAAAAC3k/7usFU--rDz4/s72-c/IQ+scores.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-2079698642670771159</id><published>2008-11-09T13:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T13:57:41.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SRZ7H2RedDI/AAAAAAAAC3M/cAN8kols6JQ/s1600-h/Photo0891.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266532189014488114" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SRZ7H2RedDI/AAAAAAAAC3M/cAN8kols6JQ/s320/Photo0891.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Sigh, I still love you so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Why must things change?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-2079698642670771159?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/2079698642670771159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/2079698642670771159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_09.html' title='- ♥'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SRZ7H2RedDI/AAAAAAAAC3M/cAN8kols6JQ/s72-c/Photo0891.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-382257366845376444</id><published>2008-11-09T09:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T09:12:02.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taylor Swift Feat. Colbie Caillat - Breathe</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2RLHKu83RX0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2RLHKu83RX0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see your face in my mind as I drive away&lt;br /&gt;'Cause none of us thought it was gonna end that way&lt;br /&gt;People are people and sometimes we change our minds&lt;br /&gt;But it's killing me to see you go after all this time&lt;br /&gt;Mmm...mmm...Mmm...mmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music starts playin' like the end of a sad movie&lt;br /&gt;It's the kinda ending you don't really wanna see&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's tragedy and it'll only bring you down&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't know what to be without you around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;And we know it's never simple, never easy&lt;br /&gt;Never a clean break, no one here to save me&lt;br /&gt;You're the only thing I know, like the back of my hand&lt;br /&gt;And I can't...&lt;br /&gt;Breathe without you, but I have to&lt;br /&gt;Breathe without you, but I have to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never wanted this, never wanna see you hurt&lt;br /&gt;Every little bump in the road I try to swerve&lt;br /&gt;People are people and sometimes it doesn't work out&lt;br /&gt;Nothing we say is gonna save us from the fall out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2am, feeling like I just lost a friend&lt;br /&gt;Hope you know it's not easy, easy for me&lt;br /&gt;And it's 2am, feeling like I just lost a friend&lt;br /&gt;Hope you know this ain't easy, easy for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we know it's never simple, never easy&lt;br /&gt;Never a clean break, no one here to save me&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't breathe without you, but I have to&lt;br /&gt;Breathe without you, but I have to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, sorry, sorry, yeah, sorry&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, sorry, sorry....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-382257366845376444?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/382257366845376444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/382257366845376444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2008/11/taylor-swift-feat-colbie-caillat.html' title='Taylor Swift Feat. Colbie Caillat - Breathe'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-9006052759597120282</id><published>2008-11-05T14:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T14:58:51.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paramore's Decode - Official Soundtrack for 'Twilight'.</title><content type='html'>PERFECT!&lt;br /&gt;Love the song.&lt;br /&gt;Love the video.&lt;br /&gt;Love Hayley's (singer) hair.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-QlQdIHZ910&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-QlQdIHZ910&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I decide what's right&lt;br /&gt;When you're clouding up my mind?&lt;br /&gt;I can't win&lt;br /&gt;You're losing sight&lt;br /&gt;All the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna ever own what's mine&lt;br /&gt;When you're always taking sides&lt;br /&gt;But you won't take away my pride&lt;br /&gt;No, not this time&lt;br /&gt;Not this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did we get here?&lt;br /&gt;I used to know you so well&lt;br /&gt;How did we get here?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is hiding in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And it's hanging on your tongue&lt;br /&gt;Just boiling in my blood&lt;br /&gt;But you think that I can't see&lt;br /&gt;What kind of man that you are&lt;br /&gt;If you're a man at all&lt;br /&gt;Well, I will figure this one out&lt;br /&gt;On my own&lt;br /&gt;(I'm screaming, "I love you so")&lt;br /&gt;On my own&lt;br /&gt;(My thoughts you can't decode)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did we get here?&lt;br /&gt;I used to know you so well, yeah&lt;br /&gt;How did we get here?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see what we've done?&lt;br /&gt;We've gone and made such fools&lt;br /&gt;Of ourselves&lt;br /&gt;Do you see what we've done?&lt;br /&gt;We've gone and made such fools&lt;br /&gt;Of ourselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did we get here?&lt;br /&gt;I used to know you so well, yeah&lt;br /&gt;How did we get here?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I used to know you so well&lt;br /&gt;I think I know&lt;br /&gt;I think I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something I see in you&lt;br /&gt;It might kill me&lt;br /&gt;I want it to be true&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-9006052759597120282?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/9006052759597120282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/9006052759597120282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2008/11/paramores-decode-official-soundtrack.html' title='Paramore&apos;s Decode - Official Soundtrack for &apos;Twilight&apos;.'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-7244800316515662644</id><published>2008-11-05T14:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T14:24:43.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When you love someone, you must hurt him/her.&lt;br /&gt;Okay now I get it.&lt;br /&gt;A little too late though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-7244800316515662644?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/7244800316515662644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/7244800316515662644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-you-love-someone-you-must-hurt.html' title=''/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-5590532502608580436</id><published>2008-11-03T22:05:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T22:41:29.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheap!</title><content type='html'>Desperate girls disgust me.&lt;br /&gt;A girl who can say "I love you" to multiple guys in a period of few months definitely needs to start thinking with her brain and not her vajayjay!&lt;br /&gt;But I think a girl like that doesn't have a brain anyway.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;Such a disgrace to girls.&lt;br /&gt;Vile creature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, I've voiced my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;Heh heh heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-5590532502608580436?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/5590532502608580436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/5590532502608580436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2008/11/cheap.html' title='Cheap!'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-4371256837257403017</id><published>2008-11-02T16:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T22:50:36.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rad.</title><content type='html'>The Academy Is... - About A Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3V_WAvshAg4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3V_WAvshAg4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William Beckett (lead singer) is so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cab - Bounce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dHipk64P8SM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dHipk64P8SM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex Marshall (Pianist)... OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SQ8Bj2JLbPI/AAAAAAAAC2A/DALCovJc6Rk/s1600-h/83208626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264428204760460530" style="WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SQ8Bj2JLbPI/AAAAAAAAC2A/DALCovJc6Rk/s400/83208626.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks kinda like Zac Efron. BUT WAY CUTER! HEE HEE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-4371256837257403017?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/4371256837257403017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/4371256837257403017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2008/11/rad.html' title='Rad.'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SQ8Bj2JLbPI/AAAAAAAAC2A/DALCovJc6Rk/s72-c/83208626.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-9163426287096259792</id><published>2008-10-31T07:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T11:06:43.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PPPPPPPPPPPP... HELP!</title><content type='html'>Omg omg omg!&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'm gonna puke.&lt;br /&gt;My PP presentation's today.&lt;br /&gt;Holy #$%^!!!&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 6am and started presenting to invisible people.&lt;br /&gt;Too excited.&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna somersault in there, kick asses and walk out.&lt;br /&gt;YES!! I CAN DO IT!&lt;br /&gt;I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thank you Mei Jun for doing the PP with me and everything. Thank you Rebec for giving me tips on what to expect. Thank you Jerald for helping me to prepare. Thank you God for making me an excellent speaker and ace my presentation (Thanking in advance hee hee, please please pleassssssse... *pray*).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for it to be over.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna meet &lt;strong&gt;Rebec and Wei Zhong&lt;/strong&gt; for Sushi buffet after that.&lt;br /&gt;Meeting &lt;strong&gt;Jerald dearest&lt;/strong&gt; tmr.&lt;br /&gt;Think about the good stuff...&lt;br /&gt;I have UTs on Monday, Tuesday and Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;Give me a minute while I go cry.&lt;br /&gt;Heh heh heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-9163426287096259792?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/9163426287096259792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/9163426287096259792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2008/10/pppppppppppp-help.html' title='PPPPPPPPPPPP... HELP!'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-7478303227912937023</id><published>2008-10-29T22:43:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T23:38:46.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crushed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SQh5QlNkicI/AAAAAAAAC14/iU77MLvKxic/s1600-h/sadsmiley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262589490356324802" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SQh5QlNkicI/AAAAAAAAC14/iU77MLvKxic/s400/sadsmiley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Drained. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I had to hold back my tears on my way home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Here I am crying silently. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I just want to really really cry my heart out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Like loudly and hug myself. The past 2 days were stressful. I'm glad I have Mei Jun. At least I know I'm not alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-7478303227912937023?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/7478303227912937023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/7478303227912937023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2008/10/get-lost.html' title='Crushed.'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SQh5QlNkicI/AAAAAAAAC14/iU77MLvKxic/s72-c/sadsmiley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-5232997397589227324</id><published>2008-10-19T19:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T19:20:55.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SPsW_we9njI/AAAAAAAAC1I/TgfEX9rtIuc/s1600-h/DSC00419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258822274487524914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SPsW_we9njI/AAAAAAAAC1I/TgfEX9rtIuc/s400/DSC00419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* &lt;strong&gt;Tu me manques&lt;/strong&gt; is &lt;strong&gt;I Miss You&lt;/strong&gt; in French.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heee.&lt;br /&gt;Jerald dearest is the sweetest thing!!&lt;br /&gt;*hug*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-5232997397589227324?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/5232997397589227324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/5232997397589227324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2008/10/tu-me-manques-is-i-miss-you-in-french.html' title=''/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SPsW_we9njI/AAAAAAAAC1I/TgfEX9rtIuc/s72-c/DSC00419.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-9087742413636321598</id><published>2008-10-17T20:16:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T21:27:17.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ILY...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SPiJz8ZpduI/AAAAAAAAC1A/RQhXRXo-d98/s1600-h/10094063_profile_mbox_background.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258104090435090146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SPiJz8ZpduI/AAAAAAAAC1A/RQhXRXo-d98/s400/10094063_profile_mbox_background.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;I've built my defenses around me again. I can't help but be wary. As much as I love you, I won't allow myself to get hurt again. Call me selfish. You just have no idea how much pain it was emotionally and mentally. I'm not brave enough to go through it all over again. I have to admit, I still feel sore about what happened on Tuesday. It may seem trivial to you, but it really affected me a lot. All I wanted was you to hug me, I needed you so badly that day. But things turned out so bad. I was crushed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I still feel the pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me to believe. Help me regain the trust that I had in you.&lt;br /&gt;I still love you so much. But is that enough? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying my hardest to makes things as beautiful as before, but would it be the same?&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;There's so much things that I miss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-9087742413636321598?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/9087742413636321598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/9087742413636321598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2008/10/ily.html' title='ILY...'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SPiJz8ZpduI/AAAAAAAAC1A/RQhXRXo-d98/s72-c/10094063_profile_mbox_background.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-8981038417244774755</id><published>2008-10-14T22:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T23:08:48.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Month.</title><content type='html'>Second month.&lt;br /&gt;It was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Tragically perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see.&lt;br /&gt;I had my period early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Just let it flow~~~&lt;br /&gt;Oh the cramps were awesome.&lt;br /&gt;I even had tears of joy.&lt;br /&gt;Of course he wouldn't understand, he's a guy.&lt;br /&gt;It's a girl's job to pretend that everything is great.&lt;br /&gt;I hope God personally comes to earth and annihilate MSN once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;It's the root of all evil.&lt;br /&gt;It sure knows how to distract a person early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Even I got addicted to it eventually.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, what else?&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I need to gain weight.&lt;br /&gt;Cause apparently I'm pretty much invisible.&lt;br /&gt;Wait,&lt;br /&gt;why would anyone want to acknowledge me anyway?&lt;br /&gt;Ignore the pessimist. Flock to the sun(s), they emit radiant energy.&lt;br /&gt;*SMILE SMILE SMILE*&lt;br /&gt;Makes you a happier man.&lt;br /&gt;And of cause the pessimist has a shame, since she isn't wanted, she'll just leave quietly.&lt;br /&gt;All that blood, sure makes a person weak.&lt;br /&gt;HA, WHO CARES?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wow, what a fruitful second month.&lt;br /&gt;Definitely more happening than the first.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, you all don't have to understand what I'm saying.&lt;br /&gt;They are all just WORDS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-8981038417244774755?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/8981038417244774755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/8981038417244774755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2008/10/second-month.html' title='Second Month.'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-3239463828388703900</id><published>2008-10-14T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T22:32:22.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meg &amp; Dia - Just One Of Those Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5JFUe-7Ozgk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5JFUe-7Ozgk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a minute&lt;br /&gt;I need a second&lt;br /&gt;Got to breathe there&lt;br /&gt;It's Just one of those things &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could tell you &lt;br /&gt;How much I need you &lt;br /&gt;And how much you &lt;br /&gt;need me to go &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't listen &lt;br /&gt;to what I'm gonna tell you&lt;br /&gt;Look in my eyes and know&lt;br /&gt;I simply had to give up&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't let go without struggle&lt;br /&gt;you know, I still love you&lt;br /&gt;It's just, just one of those things &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I made it seem &lt;br /&gt;Like all was written down&lt;br /&gt;And I hid all my pain&lt;br /&gt;And now I bring it out &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you'll be scared at first&lt;br /&gt;cuz it's such an ugly blow&lt;br /&gt;I don't know which is worse&lt;br /&gt;to learn or not to know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't listen &lt;br /&gt;to what I'm gonna tell you&lt;br /&gt;Look in my eyes and know&lt;br /&gt;I simply had to give up&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't let go without struggle&lt;br /&gt;you know, I still love you&lt;br /&gt;It's just, just one of those things &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't listen &lt;br /&gt;to what I'm gonna tell you&lt;br /&gt;Look in my eyes and know&lt;br /&gt;I simply had to give up&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't let go without struggle&lt;br /&gt;you know, I still love you&lt;br /&gt;It's just, it's just one of those things &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to tell you a million times&lt;br /&gt;That you have always been one of us&lt;br /&gt;I tried to tell you a million times&lt;br /&gt;You have always been one of us &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't listen&lt;br /&gt;(I tried to tell you a million times&lt;br /&gt;That you have always been one of us)&lt;br /&gt;Please don't listen&lt;br /&gt;(I tried to tell you a million times&lt;br /&gt;That you have always been one of us)&lt;br /&gt;Please don't listen....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-3239463828388703900?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/3239463828388703900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/3239463828388703900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2008/10/meg-dia-just-one-of-those-things.html' title='Meg &amp; Dia - Just One Of Those Things'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-7220681337118097059</id><published>2008-10-12T22:52:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T23:28:17.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears behind a smile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SPIPXIE0Y1I/AAAAAAAAC04/o3PPvzDCmF4/s1600-h/lyrics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256280605073892178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SPIPXIE0Y1I/AAAAAAAAC04/o3PPvzDCmF4/s400/lyrics.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Am I still special to you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Those tears, gosh I'm a wreck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;My self-esteem is an all time low. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Great. Who cares, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm just a burden to everyone around me anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Meg &amp;amp; Dia - How Much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently my favourite song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bWGNE-wkPHY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bWGNE-wkPHY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-7220681337118097059?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/7220681337118097059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/7220681337118097059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2008/10/tears-behind-smile.html' title='Tears behind a smile.'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SPIPXIE0Y1I/AAAAAAAAC04/o3PPvzDCmF4/s72-c/lyrics.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-974717034547208376</id><published>2008-10-11T16:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T16:49:57.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SPBnpJpx1CI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/TlhRIPyDRKk/s1600-h/twilightminicover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255814721804817442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SPBnpJpx1CI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/TlhRIPyDRKk/s200/twilightminicover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SPBnpWRIcNI/AAAAAAAAC0g/ZA8MmtSCc20/s1600-h/newmoonminicover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255814725191102674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SPBnpWRIcNI/AAAAAAAAC0g/ZA8MmtSCc20/s200/newmoonminicover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SPBnplpg90I/AAAAAAAAC0o/IRsHohQshaU/s1600-h/eclipseminicover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255814729319905090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SPBnplpg90I/AAAAAAAAC0o/IRsHohQshaU/s200/eclipseminicover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SPBnpq5ZWWI/AAAAAAAAC0w/xD-DHpl8ULA/s1600-h/bdminicover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255814730728692066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SPBnpq5ZWWI/AAAAAAAAC0w/xD-DHpl8ULA/s200/bdminicover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done reading the &lt;strong&gt;Twilight saga&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SIIIIIIGH&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a bitter-sweet feeling now.&lt;br /&gt;=((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***Spoiler***&lt;br /&gt;It was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;happily&lt;/span&gt; ever after. (Not that it's surprising.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling sore cause this is THE END.&lt;br /&gt;End... no more... finish.&lt;br /&gt;END OF STORY.&lt;br /&gt;You get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;The characters are like family to me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Heh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, AMAZING story.&lt;br /&gt;One of the best!!&lt;br /&gt;I love Stephenie Meyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm anticipating the release of the movie in December!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;WOOT&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-974717034547208376?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/974717034547208376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/974717034547208376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2008/10/twilight.html' title='Twilight.'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SPBnpJpx1CI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/TlhRIPyDRKk/s72-c/twilightminicover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-1434712728850734</id><published>2008-10-08T16:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:57:26.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's depressing to know that in a year, I've lost two good friends.&lt;br /&gt;Not that anything bad happened to them.&lt;br /&gt;We just drifted apart, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's true, friends do come and go.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, that's life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-1434712728850734?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/1434712728850734'/><link rel='self' 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SOokFbK2_CI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/ppA1-Uc1fnA/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254051590892354594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SOokFbK2_CI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/ppA1-Uc1fnA/s400/1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SOoj3BmODtI/AAAAAAAAC0A/xV0v4pqfDZc/s1600-h/3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254051343509622482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SOoj3BmODtI/AAAAAAAAC0A/xV0v4pqfDZc/s400/3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SOoj2zATldI/AAAAAAAACz4/pq-fOkbZaf0/s1600-h/2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254051339592504786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SOoj2zATldI/AAAAAAAACz4/pq-fOkbZaf0/s400/2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SOoj3Z24FsI/AAAAAAAAC0I/sfkEjaL5u2c/s1600-h/4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254051350021936834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SOoj3Z24FsI/AAAAAAAAC0I/sfkEjaL5u2c/s400/4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He makes me smile so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jaw cramps!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh gosh, I love him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bliss, bliss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-4334782496387343084?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/4334782496387343084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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So I guess I'll do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag 5 ppl to do this quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ANYONE. I can't really be bothered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. What have you been doing recently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Erm, crying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Do you ever turn your cell phone off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nope. It's always on silent though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. What happened at 10.00am today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Still asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. When did you last cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Erm... Friday. What can I do? I'm a major crybaby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. Believe in fate/destiny?maybe? maybe not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. What do you want in your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To be happy.... ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. Do you carry an umbrella when it rains, or just put up your hood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Neither. I'll just take a cab or wait for the rain to stop. Depending on the situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. What's your favourite thing to have on your bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My blanket and pillows.&lt;br /&gt;I want dearest to hug me to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;It'll be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. What bottom are you wearing now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shorts. Is this supposed to be a dirrrrrty question?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What's the nicest text in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Everything that is from Jerald dearest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you tend to make a relationship complicated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No. Why would I want to do that? Madness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Are you wearing anything you borrowed from someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What was the last movie you caught?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's been sooooo long. Hmm, I think it's 'The Mummy: Tomb Of The Dragon Emperor'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What are you proud of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dearest. And a lot of other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What does the oldest text message in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's the very first sms I got from Jerald. Heee. Memoriesssss....&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna tell you what's in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;16. What was the last song you sang out loud?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I don't want to grow up, I'm a Toys' R Us kid. There's a million toys at Toys 'R Us that I can play with!" =))&lt;br /&gt;I'm kidding.&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember leh, I sang a lot today.&lt;br /&gt;Can't get enough of my voice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you have any nicknames?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yes. Yin Girl, Jo Jo, psycho girl, monkey ears, bitch, jerk... etc.&lt;br /&gt;NICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What does your last received text message say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm not gonna tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;19. What time did you go to bed last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;... late. Very late. About... 2am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Are you currently happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yipee yeah! Ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Who gives you best advice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you eat whipped cream straight from the can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gross! No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Who did you talk on phone last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dearest. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Is anything bugging you right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What/who was the last thing/person to make you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dearest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you wear toe socks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No. They look stupid. I don't wear socks anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Who was the last person you missed a call from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dearest =((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Have you ever had your heartbroken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ya, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;But I got over it fast anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What annoys you most in a person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;I hate people.&lt;br /&gt;I'm an angry child!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you have a crush on anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Have you ever done cocaine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ya. Cocaine, ice, ecstasy, weed.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna delude myself into believing that I'm Superman and jump out the window. Instead of flying, I'll fall flat and birds will laugh at me and poo on my distorted body.&lt;br /&gt;Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What is the colour of your room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Very light pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Would you kill someone you hate for a billion dollar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And go to hell for eternity?&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you believe in the saying of : talk is cheap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Who was the last person to lie in your bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Who was the last person to hug you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dearest. *melt melt melt*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Did anyone see the last person you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you have a life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Have you ever think someone died, when they really didn't die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wait... is Osama still alive???&lt;br /&gt;I heard he died from cancer or something.&lt;br /&gt;No shit man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. What is the reason behind your profile song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SONGS. They are my favourites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Who was the last person you saw in your dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Can't remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Last time you smiled?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Have you changed this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Definitely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. What are you listening right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Metro Station - Kelsey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Are you talking to someone when you doing this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nope. I'm bored, that's why I'm doing this shit! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Do you walk with your eyes open or closed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Closed. You mean people actually talk with their eyes open????!&lt;br /&gt;*gasp*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Is there a quote you live by?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;God helps those who help themselves.&lt;br /&gt;=))&lt;br /&gt;Me holy holy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Do you want someone you cannot have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No... yes. Maybe?&lt;br /&gt;No no no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Have you ever played an instrument?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The recorder.&lt;br /&gt;I'm musically talented.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. What was the worst idea you've had in this week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shan't say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. What are you doing last night at 11pm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Watching 'I not stupid 2'. Dad bought the vcd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Are you happy with your love life right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yes. Very.&lt;br /&gt;*Grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. What song best describe your love life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Many many many songs.&lt;br /&gt;It ain't confined to just one song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Does the person know that you like him/her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What are you talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My boyfriend doesn't know I'm in love with him!&lt;br /&gt;*sob sob*&lt;br /&gt;Holy #$%^&amp;amp;*!!!&lt;br /&gt;I've been living a lie.&lt;br /&gt;Heh heh heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Who always make you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jerald Jerald Jerald.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Do you speak other language other than English?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chinese and Malay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Favourite website(s)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Youtube, Purevolume, MTV, 66stage... etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. What's your middle name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't have one.&lt;br /&gt;It's just Joen. Zhou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. What are you doing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have schoooooooooooooool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. What do you think you are like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm like whateeeevvvver!&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Who will you choose to die with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't wanna die! I DON'T WANNA DIE.&lt;br /&gt;I want Edward Cullen to transform me into a vampire!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Where have you been today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Erm... my parents' room, the kitchen, living room, toilet and now in my room.&lt;br /&gt;Ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. What game do you play often?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ZUMA! Heh heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Who are you missing right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do I even need to spell it out for you??!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. If you have to choose between friend and love, who will you choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I won't choose.&lt;br /&gt;I won't let anyone make me choose.&lt;br /&gt;The person who makes me choose is prolly an evil person!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. What are you doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This stupid quiz! It has 100 freaking questions!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Which primary school are you from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rulang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Name 3 colours that you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Black, white and grey.&lt;br /&gt;Actually I love all dark colours + white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. What emotion you like to show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The 'siao char bor' emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. What is your life to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Important.&lt;br /&gt;A bitch at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. If you have something troubling you, what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cry.&lt;br /&gt;Let all the sadness out.&lt;br /&gt;Crying is good you know.&lt;br /&gt;Drains out toxic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Who did you last chat in msn today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dearest. Chatting with him now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Who do you admire most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Which month are you born in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;May.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. How are you feeling right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Annoyed. When will this end?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. What is the time now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9:43pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. What kind of person do u think the one who tagged you is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Huiling.&lt;br /&gt;Very very very helpful and nice.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78.What colour did you use to dye hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Black. Yes, I dyed my hair black. Twice.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I have white hair, mind you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Why are you doing this test?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cause I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;*yawn*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. What do you do when you're moody?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Listen to songs, hate the whole world and become a mute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. At which age you wish to get married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;25? Oh man... imagine seeing the same face for the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Who is more important to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;God and family are the most important! Dearest too, and of course my close friends!&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me choose, I'll kick you! FLYING KICK! Heeya!!! *punch punch*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. If today is the last day of your life, what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pray pray pray. And spend my last few hours with my love ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. Who is the person you trust the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; don't even trust my family members. HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after a rain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yes. I'm an optimist.&lt;br /&gt;Ya right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. If you have a dream come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't know. Too many dreams already. Don't know which one to pick siaaaaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. What is your goal for this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To pass year 2 in poly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. Do you believe in eternity love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Erm... wow.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. What feeling do you love most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The HIGH feeling.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAA.&lt;br /&gt;NO dirty thoughts please!&lt;br /&gt;I mean the 'happy happy lalalala yay yay yipee yeah' feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Do you really think its Global Warming now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No, I think God is coming. This is to prepare us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91.What feeling do you hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Those really heavy sinking feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Do you cherish every single friendship of yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yes. Of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. Do you believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Absolutely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. Who cares for you most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Myself. Everybody wants the best for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All my love ones and health.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. What will you bring when you fight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A Bible and a handphone.&lt;br /&gt;If the people don't repent, I'll call the cops.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not joking man.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, why would I want to get into a fight?&lt;br /&gt;Only stupid people fight. That's cause they are not smart enough to express themselves verbally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. What have you done regretted doing in your whole life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Huh?&lt;br /&gt;No regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. What would you feel if no one no longer cares for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then I'll care for myself more. And I know God cares for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. What if your boyfriend/girlfriend two-timed you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dunzo. Bye bye. Have fun with the slut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. HOW DO U FEEL NOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Exhausted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-6082106089356333482?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/6082106089356333482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/6082106089356333482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2008/10/huiling-tagged-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-2347671289362716930</id><published>2008-10-02T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T22:11:09.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lord, please take my heart away.&lt;br /&gt;Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;I'll build that wall again, to protect myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-2347671289362716930?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/2347671289362716930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/2347671289362716930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2008/10/lord-please-take-my-heart-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-2652134494681214745</id><published>2008-10-02T11:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T11:54:11.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SORFfBwK8LI/AAAAAAAACzQ/Uo0wqWgkhHA/s1600-h/10093682_gal%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252399464769581234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SORFfBwK8LI/AAAAAAAACzQ/Uo0wqWgkhHA/s320/10093682_gal%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;My heart hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;I miss you so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;But the thought of yesterday just keeps playing in my head over and over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;I can't help but tear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Forgiving is easy, forgetting isn't.&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/6602283537330073143-2652134494681214745?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/2652134494681214745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/2652134494681214745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-heart-hurts.html' title='Hmm.'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SORFfBwK8LI/AAAAAAAACzQ/Uo0wqWgkhHA/s72-c/10093682_gal%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-7908010716419363564</id><published>2008-10-01T23:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T23:34:27.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SOOYJpFeURI/AAAAAAAACzI/wYyCWa86gco/s1600-h/black+and+white.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252208881859186962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SOOYJpFeURI/AAAAAAAACzI/wYyCWa86gco/s320/black+and+white.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;What did I do wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Time and again we get upset with each other over something that I don't even know.&lt;br /&gt;Are we drifting apart?&lt;br /&gt;Or have we changed?&lt;br /&gt;What I fear is happening all over again.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't believe in love,&lt;br /&gt;you changed all that.&lt;br /&gt;And now when I love you so much,&lt;br /&gt;I'm also feeling pain.&lt;br /&gt;Things aren't the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/6602283537330073143-7908010716419363564?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/7908010716419363564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/7908010716419363564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2008/10/hurt.html' title='Hurt.'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SOOYJpFeURI/AAAAAAAACzI/wYyCWa86gco/s72-c/black+and+white.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-6783667085836472706</id><published>2008-09-28T10:38:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T20:30:47.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates.</title><content type='html'>I have so much to blog about I don't even know where to start. I'll just categorise it, easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;JERALD CHAN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still very much in love with Chan Chan (HAHAHAHAHA!).&lt;br /&gt;Yes we have issues once in awhile, it helps us to understand each other better though.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I can't always expect things to be peachy. If they are, what do we learn then?&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to learn to handle such situations in a better way. I tend to clam up whenever faced with difficulties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Note to self: I need to be more understanding. NO EXTREME THOUGHTS/ ACTIONS. It's uncalled-for, I'll only regret it after I cool down. Sleep IS the best remedy. Tested and proven by Professor Joen Zhou. Results vary, depending on the type of dreams you have. Heh heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jerald dearest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is still the sweetest thing ever. He got me the last book in the 'Twilight' series, Breaking Dawn. That was his 'supplies' (surprise) for me. He is such a darling. Arh, just thinking about it makes me want to squeeze him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday (26/9) was a bitch for both of us. Shan't elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to his place yesterday, it turned out great. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Charm, Jerald and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; had a fun time taking photos. Charm's lovable, Jerald's stupid! Hee. I love it when dearest hugged me to sleep, while Charm randomly poked fun at people on the net and Jerald bossed Charm around to be our DJ. I don't even feel foreign or reserved around them anymore. In a room with 2 of my favourite people = yay yay-ness. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FRIENDS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mei Jun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is one friend I never want to lose. She's simply amazing. And I say this from the bottom of my heart. She made cookies for her boyfie and even gave Jerald and I. Such a sweet treat! Friday, when Jerald and I were kinda having a 'cold war', MJ tried her best to comfort both of us and even offered to leave school early to spend some time with me. She was really objective and did not take sides, that's what I love about her. She's our peacemaker. Hee. These past few months, I've got close to her and I'm glad I've found another awesome friend who can kick asses with me! =)) heh heh heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MJ and Rebecca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; get along fine. I can have dinner with 2 of my close friends after school! Such a simple thing, but it really makes me happy. It's gonna be great if all our close friends and love ones get along and genuinely like each other. That way life would be so much easier. We can all hang out together and spread the looooove! Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday (15/09) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5N2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; had a mini gathering at lakeside's park, thanks to Li Hui. Small turn out. People present:&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chin Yang, Yu Xuan, Chin Seng, Li Hui, Pitrra, Catherine, Siling, Pei Wen, Shi Yun, Siti and I&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; It was sort of a lantern festival celebration. There were drinks, tidbits, sparklers, moon cakes, lanterns, CY and YX brought along a bottle of Volka (which we didn't touch), and LOTS AND LOTS OF FREAKING ANTS! I had fun. Catherine as usual never fail to make me laugh. We were freaking each other out with ghost stories. The boys annoyed us with their antics. Left the park close to 10pm. CY, YX, Li Hui and I walked Siti home. After, we headed to have supper. Our favourite fish soup macaroni with Rojak! Reached home around 11.30pm. I was exhausted. And I had school the next day.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I miss 5N2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FAMILY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua as usual is being stupid. He is actually a witty kid, but I don't get it why he is screwing up his life every second. I don't even know my brother anymore. These few days I feel so disconnected from him. If he doesn't want to help himself, then I shan't bother myself with his issues. I guess something major has to happen to him before he'll wake up. Hopefully it's not too late. He has great taste in friends. All freaking poseurs, trying to look 'different'. Erm ever been to Bugis? HAHAHAHA! You all look the same! Retards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like my family don't know me at all. Well besides the obvious, like what I like to eat, my favourite colours or habits. It's all on the surface. But when it comes to something deeper, darker. They have no clue at all. Oh well, actually nobody knows. There are days when I rather just talk to myself. At least I listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SCHOOL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's improvement. I know more names. Heh heh. There are some really nice people. And I actually got an&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'A' for&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Distribution and Transportation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, in the first week. That's a motivation. I hope things will get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnnnnnnnn it. UTs!!! Sigh. Study study study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MENTAL STATE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Period's coming. PMS. Hmm. Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having Operations Planning UT tmr. =(&lt;br /&gt;Got to study.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-6783667085836472706?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/6783667085836472706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/6783667085836472706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2008/09/updates.html' title='Updates.'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-282426825943662241</id><published>2008-09-26T21:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T22:21:51.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've given up on Joshua. He goes out everyday, smokes his life away with his fucking useless 'friends'. Good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel lives in his own 'girlfriend-studies' world. His world just revolves around girls girls girls and being a nerd. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum is still... mum. I mean silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad's all talk no action. He nags nags nags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love them all, but they make me so frustrated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am truly alone in this world. What's the point of having all these people when they don't even seem to notice my pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-282426825943662241?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/282426825943662241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/282426825943662241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2008/09/hahahahhahahahahahahahaha-ive-given-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-2101183003378280853</id><published>2008-09-26T16:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T21:04:57.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1,2,3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SNyfvSSczrI/AAAAAAAACzA/GRcJoVIJ0fA/s1600-h/2412593675_2e4a2793b4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250246900319047346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SNyfvSSczrI/AAAAAAAACzA/GRcJoVIJ0fA/s320/2412593675_2e4a2793b4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Why does it hurt so much? That's the reason why I loathe relationships so much. The pain is crazy. And it ain't something that can be numbed with medication. I hate the way I'm feeling right now. I feel so helpless. All I can do is cry. This is useless. I'm trying so hard... I'm having thoughts I shouldn't be having. I wanna hit someone so badly, I wanna scream, I wanna cry. Oh gosh. Nothing's the same anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-2101183003378280853?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/2101183003378280853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/2101183003378280853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2008/09/123.html' title='1,2,3'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SNyfvSSczrI/AAAAAAAACzA/GRcJoVIJ0fA/s72-c/2412593675_2e4a2793b4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-6834326011711341139</id><published>2008-09-24T13:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T13:47:55.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have tons to update.&lt;br /&gt;Shall do it when I'm not so lazy.&lt;br /&gt;Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just Stand Up (For Cancer) - Performance from Keyshia Cole, Leona Lewis, Fergie, Ciara, Mariah Carey, Beyonce, Mary J Blige, Rihanna, Carrie Underwood, Miley Cyrus, Ashanti, Natasha Bedingfield, and Nicole Scherzinger [who is not on the official single]. Missing: Leann Rimes, Melissa Etheridge, and Sheryl Crow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great song with amazing artists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UUWJ6X21fPk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UUWJ6X21fPk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-6834326011711341139?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/6834326011711341139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/6834326011711341139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2008/09/have-tons-to-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-7794763438671829667</id><published>2008-09-16T22:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T23:20:14.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SM_M1WI7kHI/AAAAAAAACy4/G_ayauvhlbc/s1600-h/08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246637307758088306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SM_M1WI7kHI/AAAAAAAACy4/G_ayauvhlbc/s320/08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;I was on the verge of crying today, in class. I felt so foreign. I wanted to give up on everything and just go home. The whole feeling was so familiar. It's like history repeating itself. I have everyone, but yet I feel so alone. I'm drained. No one is there when I need them. But when I want to be left alone, all of them come flocking. Such a joke. Sigh. Tired. Really really tired. Feeling so numb. Life is meaningless, sometimes. It's like nothing matters to me anymore. The lack of sleep is fucking with my mind. I'll be fine in the morning. Hopefully.&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/6602283537330073143-7794763438671829667?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/7794763438671829667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/7794763438671829667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post_16.html' title='~'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SM_M1WI7kHI/AAAAAAAACy4/G_ayauvhlbc/s72-c/08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-5716048654745105835</id><published>2008-09-14T09:58:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T13:46:50.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Dates.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SMykYccLmXI/AAAAAAAACyw/vj2-t_62ed0/s1600-h/6433480_gal%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245748405837994354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SMykYccLmXI/AAAAAAAACyw/vj2-t_62ed0/s400/6433480_gal%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jerald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is gonna get all shy and never ever read my blog again.&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAHA, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Silly snowy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passes real fast. It's already been a month since I declared myself attached and no longer a nun (Hallelujah!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yap today is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;September 14&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, we have been officially together for &lt;strong&gt;1 month&lt;/strong&gt;. *grin*&lt;br /&gt;Chey, what's 1 month, right?&lt;br /&gt;What you all don't know is we have known each other for almost 6 months, and we got really close about 4 months ago.&lt;br /&gt;Just that nothing was official then, it didn't bother me at all.&lt;br /&gt;But I am glad that we have a special date now.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, there are a couple more dates that are really significant to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 April 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I saw his face and know that a Jerald Chan exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17 April&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time he chatted with me on msn. And I remember telling myself, "Wow at least I have an interesting classmate." Heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 May&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the first sms from him. Up till now, we are still messaging each other everyday. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 May&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first outing together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In between.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a mess, crying, skipping school and all. But he was there for me. Although I canceled on him many times, he was really nice about it. He messaged me everyday, it seriously cheered me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28 June&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First hug and kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 July&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time we held hands. I know, it's weird. We actually kissed before we held hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;29 July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I had dinner with his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14 August&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OFFICIAL!&lt;br /&gt;Heeya heeeeeeya! Kick kick kick.&lt;br /&gt;Erm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I remember all these dates very clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those few months, I've laughed till my tummy hurt, I've cried and have been angry. Unknowingly I've fallen for him. Before, I didn't believe in love. Until he came along and changed that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jerald, I love you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets make a month into a year, a year into a decade, a decade into a century and a century into a millennium. You're screwed. You're stuck with me forever!!! Wahahahahaha! I'll see you in Heaven k, we'll be a kick-ass angelic couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;*Hug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeeeeeeeeee, I'm trying not to be so mushy. If not people are gonna puke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Btw,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SONG REN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/6602283537330073143-5716048654745105835?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/5716048654745105835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/5716048654745105835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2008/09/special-dates.html' title='Special Dates.'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SMykYccLmXI/AAAAAAAACyw/vj2-t_62ed0/s72-c/6433480_gal%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-7228460010051947536</id><published>2008-09-14T09:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T14:42:51.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sushi buffet.</title><content type='html'>1/09/08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Sakae sushi buffet at Orchard with Rebec and Wei Zhong. We ate till 6pm, then walked over to Far East. Chilled at Gelera. The usual chatting and all. We left close to 10pm, I took a train home with Wei Zhong. The last outing we had before school reopened. =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, as for the new class, I have nothing to say. I skipped the first week of school. I only went on Tuesday, it was pretty fun. Got to hang out with ex-classmates, since they are all scattered in neighboring classes, I get to see them often. The new class, E45L, didn't leave a strong impression on me though. Maybe I'm getting older and lazier, mingling seems to be a chore. My team for that day was pleasant. I had Daniel, thank God, I didn't feel so foreign. Jia Jia is an amiable girl and YiQian (???, don't know if I got her name right)... she wasn't around half of the time, she's alright I guess. I had a good first day. I nearly passed out when I reached home though, fucking headache had to ruin everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, had Song Ren and Daniel in my team. HOWEVER, I had Operations Planing that day... BORRRRRING shit. I didn't understand a single thing anyway. I had another 2 team mates. I believe the dude is called Jun Xian, Sam?? Great guy, easy to get along with. He's the only person I know who stays in Little India, hahahaha, scaaaaary! There's this Malay girl too... called Zee? No idea man. I can't be bothered going around asking for their names. Anyways, I left halfway. Went to Coffee Bean with Mei Jun to slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This class isn't competitive at all. But hey, I've only attended lessons twice, what do I know? Heh. There's school tmr, no more escaping. Freaking RP sent me a letter, stating that if my attendance does not improve by the 17th, I may be dismissed. HAHAHA. Alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime someone mentions about school, my mood changes. Like drastically. You guys have no idea how much I fear school. How silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, holiday please come fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-7228460010051947536?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/7228460010051947536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/7228460010051947536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2008/09/sushi-buffet.html' title='Sushi buffet.'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-7857971572709025828</id><published>2008-09-10T22:26:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T22:45:27.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SMfbISh72tI/AAAAAAAACyg/AkeH--1n3DE/s1600-h/f_79160c4078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244401226555841234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SMfbISh72tI/AAAAAAAACyg/AkeH--1n3DE/s400/f_79160c4078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Why do I feel so distant from him, today? I had a nightmare. I dreamt we broke up. The emotions were so real. Usually dreams don't bother me. But the one I had evoked some sort of emotion in me, this morning. My head hurts.&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/6602283537330073143-7857971572709025828?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/7857971572709025828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/7857971572709025828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-do-i-feel-so-distant-from-him-today.html' title='=('/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SMfbISh72tI/AAAAAAAACyg/AkeH--1n3DE/s72-c/f_79160c4078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-6003726952717271332</id><published>2008-09-10T13:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T19:14:09.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Wei Lun&lt;/strong&gt; tagged me to do this. And since he is my beloved brother who fights evil urban legends with me (We are the Winchester brothers from Supernatural!!! Heeya!), I shall comply and do it. Although this is a REALLY stupid survey.&lt;br /&gt;=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1)How are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PMS and cramps. Ohh I'm doing great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2)How old are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not old at all. Just 19. Still really young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3)How tall are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;164cm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4)How heavy/light are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47kg. I don't look like it though. Heavy bones, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5)How intelligence are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart enough to know that it should be,&lt;br /&gt;How intelliGENT are you?&lt;br /&gt;and not,&lt;br /&gt;How intelliGENCE are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6)How sporty are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I used to swim and play badminton, for fun.&lt;br /&gt;No time for it anymore though.&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I don't want to be the black sauce on tofu. Ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7)How rich are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Pretty rich. That is if I'm able to draw out my bank money.&lt;br /&gt;=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8)How healthy are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Physically, I'm pretty alright.&lt;br /&gt;Mentally... God, please help me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9)How is your love life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing, fantastic, excellent, terrific, superb, remarkable, wonderful, incredible, marvelous, brilliant, mind-blowing, and whatever words you can find on Encarta that's similar to what I've mentioned. Hee heee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10)How important is your love one to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh so-so lah.&lt;br /&gt;Come on, do you call someone your LOVE ONE and deem him not important?? Such a dumb question.&lt;br /&gt;Jerald Chan is freaking important!! I can't imagine not having him in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;11)How important is your family to you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extremely important. Like duh! Do you even need to ask? Once in a while, I do have urges to strangle my brothers, but they still mean the world to me. As weird as my family members can be, I still love them a lot. Nothing is gonna change that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;12)How important friends is to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are really important. But mind you, I only mean the close ones. People like Mei Jun, Rebecca, Siti, Wei Zhong, my Ten Days Band members and whoever else that are genuinely nice to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;13)How many ex you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One. I've only had my heart broken ONCE. Hence, my heart is still pretty new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;14)How many family members you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Daddy, mum, Joel, Joshua, mama and kong.&lt;br /&gt;That's 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;15)How many best friend(s) you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Siti, Rebecca, Mei Jun and Wei Zhong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16) How many people you wish this survey will be pass on?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whomever wants to do it, be my guest. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-6003726952717271332?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/6003726952717271332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/6003726952717271332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2008/09/wei-lun-tagged-me-to-do-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-6766009141463563351</id><published>2008-09-08T22:09:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T22:46:33.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PP ACCEPTED!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm guessing the advisor didn't even bother to read through everything. His comment to me was reaaaaaally constructive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Joen, Good you have taken a efforts to do survey and plotted a graph"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice English btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being mean. But he could have commented on it a little more. I mean I gave him 2600 plus words - with lots of graphs and a map - and all he could give me was one miserable sentence? Okay, I'm being a bitch now. Heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM OVERJOYED.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'll have to worry about the poster presentation.&lt;br /&gt;Just great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-6766009141463563351?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/6766009141463563351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/6766009141463563351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2008/09/pp-accepted-hallelujah-but-im-guessing.html' title=''/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-218408936257807244</id><published>2008-09-07T22:57:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T23:57:32.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know if this is even possible, but I seriously think I have a phobia going to school.&lt;br /&gt;I really get all edgy just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened last semester really left a huge impact on me.&lt;br /&gt;No one understands the mess I went through that 2 weeks of absence from school.&lt;br /&gt;All they know how to say was "Oh Joen is a slacker lah", "Oh that silly girl doesn't care about her grades at all."&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was just quick to judge me.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there were days that I skipped school out of laziness.&lt;br /&gt;But if it's a long period of time, then OF COURSE I am going through some sort of issue, dumbass. Try telling my brain to give me a break. If it listens, then prolly I'll attend lessons religiously. Good luck on that though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to jeopardize my studies. You think it's fun looking all lost in class everyday? You think I ask for all these shit to happen to me? I don't even feel normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm touched friends offer to help, really.&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I don't even know how to explain.&lt;br /&gt;And I am tired of trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just support me and don't give me pressure.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be able to pick myself up.&lt;br /&gt;Time is all I need.&lt;br /&gt;I managed to pull through last semester, I'll try my hardest to do the same this semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, let's admit it. People were expecting me to fail at least one module right?? But I didn't. I proved you guys wrong! So don't underestimate me. It makes you look foolish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I thank God for giving me the strength to push on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-218408936257807244?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/218408936257807244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/218408936257807244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-dont-know-if-this-is-even-possible.html' title=''/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-3348454902283393116</id><published>2008-09-06T22:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T22:43:21.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Surprisingly, I managed to complete my PP in 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty much crap anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Oh well, it's a sigh of relief, really.&lt;br /&gt;Just submitted it. Hope it gets approved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Mei Jun and Jie Sheng for offering to help me =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really worried for Jerald.&lt;br /&gt;He hasn't been feeling well =((&lt;br /&gt;Get well soon dearest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-3348454902283393116?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/3348454902283393116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/3348454902283393116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2008/09/suprisingly-i-managed-to-complete-my-pp.html' title=''/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-255196941069532673</id><published>2008-09-05T22:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T00:43:44.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to turn back time.&lt;br /&gt;To when everything is close to perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Those memories just keep playing in my head, over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;It makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, things keep going wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SMFfwP5nCII/AAAAAAAACyQ/jakTN_6y3-k/s1600-h/6673352_gal%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242576723742492802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SMFfwP5nCII/AAAAAAAACyQ/jakTN_6y3-k/s400/6673352_gal%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm not a good girlfriend. I don't know how to make him feel better when he's down. I'm usually the root of our problems. It's unfair to him. It's amazing how I can always tear when I think of him. It's not a bad thing. It just goes to show how very much I don't wanna lose him. But is he truly happy being with me? Sometimes I feel, it's better that we're not together. Just like the old times, when we don't have to commit. The whole 'string attached' thing. It can be a real bitch. What's the point saying all these now? Things will NEVER be the same again. Sometimes I just wanna give up on everything - him, friends, family, even myself- and lock myself in my room, never have to explain myself or respond to anyone. I don't know why, but I'm mentally, emotionally and spiritually exhausted. I just put on a smile and act all feisty everyday, to disguise my weaknesses. So that people won't use that against me. Nobody understands me. It's difficult to transform what I feel into words. If only I can transfer all my emotions to another person with a touch. I bet they won't be able to handle it. I'm strong. I know that. After all that I've been through. I'll survive. There are people out there that are worse off than me. I use that as a consolation. It helps sometimes. Other times, my beloved brain just fucks everything up. Seriously, I think it is best that a person like me be left alone the rest of her life. As loser-ish this may sound, I actually am happiest when I'm at home. Playing games on my laptop while listening to songs, with mummy lying on the bed. It makes me feel I'm not alone, yet I have peace. I don't know how to explain, even if I do, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you prolly won't understand. I'm so tired. I cried twice in a week. How is that normal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-255196941069532673?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/255196941069532673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/255196941069532673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-dont-get-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SMFfwP5nCII/AAAAAAAACyQ/jakTN_6y3-k/s72-c/6673352_gal%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-873140699213981284</id><published>2008-09-02T00:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T00:14:07.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;He'll leave me one day. It'll be thanks to you, brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SLwUf677igI/AAAAAAAACyI/j9-vD-bj1kU/s1600-h/8411757_gal%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241086604981537282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SLwUf677igI/AAAAAAAACyI/j9-vD-bj1kU/s400/8411757_gal%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SLwTXvoST7I/AAAAAAAACyA/i8_U0OGF8J8/s1600-h/5046534_gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-873140699213981284?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/873140699213981284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/873140699213981284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2008/09/hell-leave-me-one-day.html' title='Random.'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SLwUf677igI/AAAAAAAACyI/j9-vD-bj1kU/s72-c/8411757_gal%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-5514694196070712843</id><published>2008-08-30T12:41:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T17:06:44.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday. 29/08/08.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jerald Chan ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is prolly the only person who is capable of making me upset and extremely happy all in the same day.&lt;br /&gt;He really knows how to put my emotions to good use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so we kinda had a tiff in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;We got pretty frustrated with each other over something.&lt;br /&gt;And as you know, girls can get petty at times. It took me a longer time to get over it.&lt;br /&gt;I cried. Thinking back it's kinda silly, but ya.&lt;br /&gt;All guys should know how amazing girls are at giving the 'silent treatment'.&lt;br /&gt;I'm guilty. =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;strong&gt;Jerald Chan&lt;/strong&gt;, this amazing dude that I am in so much love with, came all the way to Jurong (he stays at Newton btw.) just to apologise. Awwww. And he bought me Pocky!! *big fat grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joshua&lt;/strong&gt; went down with me, as it was rather late.&lt;br /&gt;And hey, we had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Joshua and dearest got along really well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about Joshua's love life (Jerald gave some advice), gangs, random stuff and the supernatural (thanks brother, it scared the crap out of me, and it didn't help that people were burning incense!).&lt;br /&gt;After about an hour or so, we had supper.&lt;br /&gt;(surprisingly, it was around 1 plus in the morning, but dad didn't call!! That's definitely a first. I'm glad Joshua came along.)&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you guys understand how I feel, but I get really touched when I see my close friend (MJ) and brother getting along so well with my boyfriend. It's just so heartwarming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerald walked us to our lift and then he pulled out a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT WAS THAT BOOK ('Eclipse') I WANTED FROM STEPHENIE MEYER!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2008/08/twilight-saga.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2008/08/twilight-saga.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He bought it for me and mind you, it's a hard cover (it costs more)!!&lt;br /&gt;Awwww.&lt;br /&gt;I melted immediately.&lt;br /&gt;I totally didn't expect that.&lt;br /&gt;I was more than happy that he came over and completely forgot what happened earlier on in the day.&lt;br /&gt;He makes me really really happy.&lt;br /&gt;I was partly at fault, and I didn't do anything to make amends.&lt;br /&gt;He did everything to pacify me. (Gosh I can be so childish)&lt;br /&gt;That is what I call love.&lt;br /&gt;Unconditional love.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for showing me what love is, dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Having Jerald in my life is one of the best things that ever happened to me in my 19 years on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I can't thank God enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jerald, I love you so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being so patient with me.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna rip my heart out and hand it to you.&lt;br /&gt;But that's impossible lah, heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;*BIG HUG*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Jerald:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Veronicas - Speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_6RsEfIWtw4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_6RsEfIWtw4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels like I have always known you&lt;br /&gt;And I swear I dreamt about you&lt;br /&gt;All those endless nights I was alone&lt;br /&gt;It's like I've spent forever searching&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that it was worth it&lt;br /&gt;With you it feels like I am finally home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling head over heels&lt;br /&gt;Thought I knew how it feels&lt;br /&gt;But with you it's like the first day of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you leave me speechless&lt;br /&gt;When you talk to me&lt;br /&gt;You leave me breathless&lt;br /&gt;The way you look at me&lt;br /&gt;You manage to disarm me&lt;br /&gt;My soul is shining through&lt;br /&gt;Can't help but surrender&lt;br /&gt;My everything to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could resist you&lt;br /&gt;I thought that I was strong&lt;br /&gt;Somehow you were different from what I've known&lt;br /&gt;I didn't see you coming&lt;br /&gt;You took me by surprise and&lt;br /&gt;You stole my heart before I could say no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling head over heels&lt;br /&gt;Thought I knew how it feels&lt;br /&gt;But with you it's like the first day of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You leave me speechless&lt;br /&gt;When you talk to me&lt;br /&gt;You leave me breathless&lt;br /&gt;The way you look at me&lt;br /&gt;You manage to disarm me&lt;br /&gt;My soul is shining through&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but surrender&lt;br /&gt;Oh no&lt;br /&gt;My everything to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You leave me speechless&lt;br /&gt;(the way you smile, the way you touch my face)&lt;br /&gt;You leave me breathless&lt;br /&gt;(it's something that you do I can't explain)&lt;br /&gt;I'd run a million miles just to hear you say my name&lt;br /&gt;Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You leave me speechless&lt;br /&gt;You leave me breathless&lt;br /&gt;The way you look at me&lt;br /&gt;You manage to disarm me&lt;br /&gt;My soul is shining through&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but surrender&lt;br /&gt;My everything to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-5514694196070712843?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/5514694196070712843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/5514694196070712843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2008/08/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday. 29/08/08.'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-5133945711412434573</id><published>2008-08-29T22:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T22:18:01.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dark Knight - Joker Interrogation Scene Spoof</title><content type='html'>Very Funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iujBvUUMFyc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iujBvUUMFyc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-5133945711412434573?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/5133945711412434573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/5133945711412434573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2008/08/dark-knight-joker-interrogation-scene.html' title='The Dark Knight - Joker Interrogation Scene Spoof'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-1700549625097422049</id><published>2008-08-29T13:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T14:22:03.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SLeSID9XhCI/AAAAAAAACx4/j0i4JB0eUVQ/s1600-h/goth3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239817358668170274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SLeSID9XhCI/AAAAAAAACx4/j0i4JB0eUVQ/s400/goth3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm so tired of making everyone happy. Why do I even bother?? That's cause I don't wanna lose anyone!&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know it'll be so hard to juggle friends, boyfriend, family, my alone time and studies all at the same time. This is tiring. It's like I don't even have a holiday. First week of holiday, it was okay. Second week, it got intense. Meeting friends, meeting him. Hey I'm not complaining. I had fun too. But I was spending so much just on eating that I had to struggle to think of ways to ask mum for money or reject my friends. This week is frustrating. I wanted some alone time to get started on my PP, but I sidetracked (blaming myself). There was the class dinner. Was supposed to met up with friends, but I canceled on them. My family needs me too. It's not always just friends, boyfriend, friends, boyfriend. That's stupid. I'm not Joshua, who goes out 24/7 and has no responsibility whatsoever. Why am I even explaining to you guys?!! Gosh!! School is reopening. I'm trying to squeeze everyone in. Saturday and Sunday is family day. Monday and Tuesday was supposed to be for Jerald. I took away Monday for Rebecca and Wei Zhong instead, since I canceled on them before. So that means I won't get to spend as much time with Jerald, he starts school on Wednesday. And I seriously fear that school is gonna take up so much of our time that hanging out with him will be a problem. This 3 weeks I only got to meet Mei Jun once, and I'm feeling very sore about it. But I know she understands. I didn't even get to meet Siti, she has exams, and I seriously miss her. I just hope that everyone else will understand too. I'm human. I will break eventually. Just cut me some slack and give me a break. Others may be handling this better than I do. But hey every human has their own capacity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;This is the stupidest thing to cry over. Fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-1700549625097422049?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/1700549625097422049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/1700549625097422049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-so-tired-of-making-everyone-happy.html' title='Shh.'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SLeSID9XhCI/AAAAAAAACx4/j0i4JB0eUVQ/s72-c/goth3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-7746619768883589786</id><published>2008-08-29T09:19:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T13:29:09.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat, eat, eat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;19/ 08/08, Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SLdyr_5md4I/AAAAAAAACxg/xLDniPhb7Nk/s1600-h/Pic005+edit+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239782791681832834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SLdyr_5md4I/AAAAAAAACxg/xLDniPhb7Nk/s320/Pic005+edit+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rebec and I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SLdysHZiXuI/AAAAAAAACxo/t9fwzXODVVU/s1600-h/Pic013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239782793694830306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SLdysHZiXuI/AAAAAAAACxo/t9fwzXODVVU/s320/Pic013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My sisters!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SLdyskHDNCI/AAAAAAAACxw/DEuFFLwd8j8/s1600-h/Pic014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239782801401918498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SLdyskHDNCI/AAAAAAAACxw/DEuFFLwd8j8/s320/Pic014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OMG look at Ah Zhong's face! HAHAHHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll post up the rest of the pictures when I get it from stinking WZ.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seoul Garden (lunch) with &lt;strong&gt;Rebecca&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; Wei Zhong&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Lance&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this Thai tour group, and I'm not looking down on anyone, but they seriously grossed us out. We had sauces on our table (which we took ourselves), and they conveniently took it away from us!!! Okay, it might be their first time there, but seriously will it hurt to open their traps and ask?? They were being very inconsiderate. Heee and well... of course we the evil ones, won't let them have it easy. I did a pretty sick thing. I licked my spoon and stirred it into the soya sause we had. AND THEY ACTUALLY TOOK AND USED IT!! *Puke* Holy #$%^&amp;amp;, they had a taste of my saliva. NOT BAD. Must have tasted like honey! HAHHAHAHAHA. Repent repent repent. Forgive and forget. HAHAHAHHAA. Gosh, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca and I had fun tormenting the guys (WZ and Lance).&lt;br /&gt;Those pigs, they ate from the time the lunch buffet started up till it's over. That's like 4 hours in stinky Seoul Garden. I couldn't help but reminisce about the old times with Maria Gang, all the fun fun fun. Sigh. Things are different now. I'm just glad that I'm still in contact with great friends like Bec and Wei Zhong who were in my semester 1 (year 1) class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we walked around. Wei Zhong apparently is suffering from some sort of old woman disease. He peed countless times in a day! And the worst thing is he always had to drag Lance along with him! Seriously what's up dude? Okay ya, you're all fit and sexy (*gag* he paid me to say this. hahaha), guys might take advantage of you in the toilet... but hmmm it's kinda gay to keep asking Lance to accompany you. Erm. That day it was like going out with 3 girls. *smile* Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to chill at this small cafe at Suntec's The Playground. Wei Zhong suggested it and what triggered it was prolly this particular waitress. THAT PERV. Lance isn't enough huh?? Freaking Bisexual! Heh heh, *peace*. We ordered our drinks and waffles. PLAYED TRUTH OR DARE. How secondary school-ish. Eh eh eh but ours is the really intense, sexual kind can?!! We learned so so so very very much from each other. Bec and I made the boys take photos with the 2 waitresses there. The Chinese one was obliging. The Malay (not being a raciest, just that she happened to be this race) bitch acted like she's Jessica Alba or something, she was making faces and all, like we were a nuisance. Pleaseeeeee, we didn't want her to feel all left out, get emo and go disfigure her already hideous face, that was why we asked Wei Zhong to take a photo with her. *roll eyes* D-E-L-U-D-E-D! For the 'truth' part we had stuff like 'Sex', 'Secrets' and 'Love' written and rolled up in pieces of paper. SURPRISINGLY (I'm being sarcastic), WZ kept getting 'Sex'. He is a good sport though, being very open about everything. That dead place was suddenly brought to life, thanks to us. That minah should be kissing our feet man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a splendid time with them. That day, it was like all my worries were locked up. I spent the whole day laughing, being stupid and it was filled with merriment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when I think back, I get all dejected. I miss people like Juliana (she has to work, so Bec and I understand), Jia Yu and Kelvin. Now, asking them out is almost impossible. They simply have no time for us or won't take the initiative to even contact us.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really takes 2 hands to clap you know. We can't always be asking people out and getting rejected time and again, and you don't put in any effort at all. Sometimes if you want to make a friendship last, you'll have to do your part too. Nothing comes easy. I need to find more 'steady' friends like Rebecca, Mei Jun and Wei Zhong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great, I'm thinking a lot about the meaning of friendship again.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just really glad I have solid friendships with Siti, Mei Jun, Rebecca and Wei Zhong.&lt;br /&gt;And I have Jerald.&lt;br /&gt;Those are more than enough, really.&lt;br /&gt;=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21/08/08, Thursday. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at Sakura (Orchard) with &lt;strong&gt;Jerald dearest&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Mei Jun&lt;/strong&gt; and her boyfriend, &lt;strong&gt;Jia Cong&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Dearest was seriously scaring me with his atrocious sleeping pattern. Me, his alarm clock, even had problems waking him up. Left him to sleep, while I met up with Mei Jun and Cong first.&lt;br /&gt;Mei Jun was such an angel, as Jerald was late and I didn't have enough money, she paid for him first. He wanted to pay her back, but she didn't have change, she was really nice about it and insisted that he can always pay her back when school reopens. I'm so touched that baybee trust him so much =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a wonderful evening with them. We girls were practically victimizing the 'not-so-man' guys! As usual there's the gossiping and making fun of the spider fucker (hee, not gonna elaborate). It was a blast. I love my dearest and baybee so much! And Jia Cong is an amazing dude. I love the way baybee and her boyfie talked to each other. Just looking at them made me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's do this again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Baybee, thank you for paying for Jerald first, remind me to remind him to pay you back k. Muack. You're the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;22/08/08, Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Ikea with &lt;strong&gt;dearest&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We had the poached salmon and Swedish ball (erm MEAT balls) for dinner. YUM!&lt;br /&gt;Oh there was this freaky kid. She kept staring at us with her murderous eyes. Made me really uncomfortable. For a moment I thought of Chucky. You know, that devil doll?? Okay... I'm being mean. But she was really scary, no shit. That was one angry kid.&lt;br /&gt;Walked around Ikea, dearest looked out for side-table for his bed. I was just checking out random stuff. Heee and I got the cutest guinea pig soft toy!!! It is so soft and smooth!! Love it love it. Heh heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerald's mum and Charm came to fetch us. We went to get ice cream from Mac before heading back to their place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;23/08/08, Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had seafood dinner with the oldies and aunt Hwon at Ghim Moh. Was shocked to see Song Ren there, chatted for awhile. The weather that day was simply perfect. Headed over to IMM after, mum got for me the 'New Moon' book. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to meet Bec and Wei Zhong yesterday for sushi buffet (changed it to Monday) and my &lt;strong&gt;Ten Days Band&lt;/strong&gt;/secondary school classmates for dinner today at an Indonesian Restaurant, but I canceled on both of them. Really sorry about that you guys. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should start on my PP? Yes? Hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-7746619768883589786?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/7746619768883589786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/7746619768883589786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2008/08/eat-eat-eat.html' title='Eat, eat, eat.'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SLdyr_5md4I/AAAAAAAACxg/xLDniPhb7Nk/s72-c/Pic005+edit+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-8535651747283847937</id><published>2008-08-29T08:13:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T12:43:27.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Twilight Saga.</title><content type='html'>I AM IN LOVE WITH &lt;strong&gt;EDWARD CULLEN&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Oh sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I mean I am crazy over &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Twilight Saga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Stephenie Meyer&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is about a teenage girl risking everything when she falls in love with a vampire.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begged daddy to get me the first book &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'Twilight'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I finished it in a week.&lt;br /&gt;And mum willingly bought for me the sequel, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'New Moon'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Read finished in 5 days. =))&lt;br /&gt;See, now you know why my PP still has zero words.&lt;br /&gt;Hee.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to get my hands on the third one, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'Eclipse'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; the movie will be coming out this year!!&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME! YESSS! WOOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SLdA2ul51nI/AAAAAAAACxA/LC7d2ghmbow/s1600-h/twilightcover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239728000432985714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SLdA2ul51nI/AAAAAAAACxA/LC7d2ghmbow/s320/twilightcover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SLdA3PsGwSI/AAAAAAAACxI/HERNcKGnY8U/s1600-h/newmooncover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239728009317368098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SLdA3PsGwSI/AAAAAAAACxI/HERNcKGnY8U/s320/newmooncover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SLdA3eZN4iI/AAAAAAAACxQ/cfNETnxXFc4/s1600-h/eclipsecover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239728013264675362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SLdA3eZN4iI/AAAAAAAACxQ/cfNETnxXFc4/s320/eclipsecover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SLdA3pH62zI/AAAAAAAACxY/Cb8CAsmivOg/s1600-h/bdcover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239728016144915250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SLdA3pH62zI/AAAAAAAACxY/Cb8CAsmivOg/s320/bdcover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To find out more, go to her official site:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stepheniemeyer.com/twilightseries.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://www.stepheniemeyer.com/twilightseries.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-8535651747283847937?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/8535651747283847937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/8535651747283847937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2008/08/twilight-saga.html' title='The Twilight Saga.'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SLdA2ul51nI/AAAAAAAACxA/LC7d2ghmbow/s72-c/twilightcover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-7673829866993277269</id><published>2008-08-27T11:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T12:49:21.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye, E46H.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday's dinner with a few of the classmates and Eden (facilitator), was pretty fun. Better than I expected actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had buffet at Quality Hotel (Novena).&lt;br /&gt;People present were: &lt;strong&gt;Eden, Ryan, Khai, Zack, Jia Rong, Farhan, Cavan, Daniel, Jerald and I.&lt;/strong&gt; I was the only girl... kinda weird (oh well they don't treat me like a female anyway, I'm prolly more man than half of them there hahahah! They are all pussies, except for my dear of course. Hee hee hee peace peace). But these guys really made me laugh a lot. Especially Daniel! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and &lt;strong&gt;Eden treated us all &lt;/strong&gt;(jealous, much?). It was about $127. Must be thanks to me lah ah, I made for him Ice Kachang with lots of ingredients. His favourite. =))&lt;br /&gt;Heh. We all felt guilty cause we were supposed to TREAT HIM, and not the other way around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Enjoyable day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course I'm totally gonna miss people like my:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dearest Jerald -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Going into class will never be the same again. I won't get to see his face early in the morning when I enter class. =(( how disheartening. That is why I'm so depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Khim -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; No one is gonna help me with Excel the way Khim helped me!!! =(( she was my pillar every Friday for Cost Decision. I'm gonna crumble and DIIIIIIE. *pray* please let there be an angel in class who is like Khimy. I want helpful classmates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Terence -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; He annoys me. But I'll still miss him!!! I'll miss the sight of him and Khimy together!! *sob sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Khai -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; *Feeler fingers* who am I gonna do this to now??? Who am I gonna make fun of now?? AH MENG!!! DON'T GO! Heh. Ah Meng's dead anyway. HAHAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ryan -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; That bitch!! Gonna miss gossiping with him! Gonna miss him gossiping about ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bing Bing -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Awww, this blur girl. I'm gonna miss that look on her face lah. It is one of a kind. So cuuuuute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vivian -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; She is after all the first person I talked to. So ya there will always be that memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cavan -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; No comments! He is one pain in the ass! Heh. Joking. Nice guy lah. Always annoying me and insulting my intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gabriel -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Father~~~ the holy one. How can I forget him?? He sets me on the right path. All the glorious porn! Hahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Joyce -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; My China friend!! Aww I'm gonna miss her. Amiable person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jia Rong -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I've been grouped with him like 987654234655 times. So ya. And that hair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Farhan -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Great chap. Can be full of nonsense too. Cause Khai that evil one always instigate him to be sinful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eden -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; And of course! My favourite faci!!! He was a great help to me. Helped me A LOT in my Excel. And thanks to him, I managed to get a C for my Cost Decision. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm actually, I'm gonna miss the whole class. I'm surprised that I actually feel this way. I hated the class before! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I've learned to take it in my stride.&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I can do really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-7673829866993277269?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/7673829866993277269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/7673829866993277269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2008/08/bye-bye-e46h.html' title='Bye Bye, E46H.'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-4243897432794478426</id><published>2008-08-27T10:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T10:37:37.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pokemon Parody.</title><content type='html'>Charmaine showed this to me.&lt;br /&gt;Stupidly hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;It just makes you laugh, cause it is really really random.&lt;br /&gt;I showed it to my brothers and they love it!&lt;br /&gt;Classic. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YOMmdfd0SW4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YOMmdfd0SW4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-4243897432794478426?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/4243897432794478426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/4243897432794478426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2008/08/pokemon-parody.html' title='Pokemon Parody.'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-5531270762713745112</id><published>2008-08-27T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T01:52:36.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Good news:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering the constant ponning of lessons, I actually managed to pass all my modules! *surprise surprise*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN YOUR FACE! To those who doubted my abilities! I got a GPA of 2.35 - FYI: Each module I skipped more than 5 times. So ya, in my case, it is pretty god damn amazing! I'm easily contented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay moving on... sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bad stuff&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in E45L.&lt;br /&gt;Daniel and Song Ren are in the same class as me. (not that this is bad)&lt;br /&gt;Heard from Sok that 5 of her 'very fun' classmates are in my new class.&lt;br /&gt;She says it'll be fun.&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;Like come on, obviously they 5 will be really close and form some shit ass clique.&lt;br /&gt;They'll be all chatty and pally with each other, most probably excluding the rest of the class.&lt;br /&gt;Poor me, will look all blur in class. (Song Ren and Daniel are great guys, really, but we're not close).&lt;br /&gt;Life is really unfair huh?&lt;br /&gt;Xue Ting has like 7 great friends in the same class as her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerald's class is just beside mine. BUT WHY CAN'T HE BE IN THE SAME CLASS AS ME??? It is like so near yet so far. *frustrated look*&lt;br /&gt;Dear has to go back to school on every Wednesday though, he has to retake his computing module. =(( (bet he is gonna own the module this time, imagine all the PPTs and 6Ps he has. If his classmates are smart they will start sucking up to him.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh sigh sigh.&lt;br /&gt;I FUCKING HATE CHANGES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New classmates.&lt;br /&gt;New modules.&lt;br /&gt;New Facis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think. Positive.&lt;br /&gt;At least I'm not the only one, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad we are talking again =))&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for taking the initiative.&lt;br /&gt;You have always been a special friend.&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy to know I still mean something to you.&lt;br /&gt;*smile*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-5531270762713745112?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/5531270762713745112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/5531270762713745112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2008/08/sigh.html' title='Sigh.'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-5706949697070808200</id><published>2008-08-25T17:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T08:37:24.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chan Family.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29 July, Tuesday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, took a train to Jerald's place. Had dinner with his family and aunts. I have to admit, it was kinda awkward. Thank God I got along pretty well with his sister, Charmaine (I can see she's the one with the good genes. Cute and lovely. How can I hate her when she ganged up with me to insult her brother! Lol, love her.). I've met Don and his girlfriend, Sylvia, before (Nice and friendly people). His dad is great, warm personality. I was kinda intimidated by his mum though. He has a very unique family. I actually really like them. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a pleasant evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1 August, Friday and 5 August, Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Jerald's place after school. Both times I had fun. Got to know Charm more, she'd hang out with us in his room, tell us about her friends and stuff, and randomly we'd poke fun at Jerald. I'm surprised that I actually got along really well with her in such a short period of time. And I simply adore the way Charm and Jerald interact with each other. They are so close and loving. It's like "Awwww". I can't help but smile whenever I see them together. Don is a really funny guy. He makes us laugh a lot. He definitely got his humorous side from his dad. I love the harmless teasing between them and their dad. There's always laughter during dinner time. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8 August, Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerald came all the way to Jurong. I was pretty moody for the last few days due to bad cramps and PMS, skipped school for the whole week. The sweetheart bought for me a cake, chocolate and buns (to be exact, 'tofu buns', he bought it just cause of the name, it totally made me smile! How much cuter can he get?!!). (It is okay to be jealous, girls! =))).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier on in the day, he asked me really random questions like what I like to eat and all. He wanted to buy the clam chowder soup which I love from Long John Silver, but they sold out. He could have come empty handed, I'd still be contented. All I need is to see his face and hug him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(( he scared me though. All of a sudden he had this pain in his stomach. Breaks my heart to see him in agony. Thank God he was better by the time he reached home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;12 August, Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the 'Death Cab for Cutie' concert at Esplanade, dearest dropped by my place again. And this time he managed to get the clam chowder soup!! Even typing this makes me smile! He is such a gem! Love him to bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua went down with me to see him, they didn't really talk, but ya. They occasionally exchange mindless Friendster comments. He is the only one in the family who knows that I'm attached. Hee, I don't hide anything from my kiddo brother. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;14 August, Thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Official!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He popped the question, we got married and lived happily ever after. *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was over at his place. And so he decided that we should at least have a date, you know a day that's special. So ya, I agreed. Ta da!!! And now I get to tell people, "Yes I am attached" hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;Jerald Chan is mine, so ya, girls (and guys especially hahahahah!) please back off! Roar!! Or I'll make you into meat bao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2008/08/14-august-2008-goodbye-singlehood.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2008/08/14-august-2008-goodbye-singlehood.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;18 August, Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to watch 'Midnight Meat Train' with dearest. I guess God (I am not using God's name in vain, but merely just trying to think optimistically) thought that the movie's gonna emotionally scare Jerald and make him slash his own wrist. So He made a diversion for us. Made someone pickpocket Jerald. He is an easy target after all, due to his height. Stands out, makes it easier for crooks to prey on. Those bastards! How about getting a job instead, fucking losers! Oh wait... they're probably too pathetic, nobody wants to employ them. Pitiful scum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The suay-ness doesn't end there, while waiting for Jerald's mum to come drive us to the police station, he dropped his drink (I accidentally bumped into him, but still, of all the days...). Before we got into the police station, Jerald's mum gave him $50. AND GUESS WHAT??? He dropped it!!! NO WAAAAAAY! Seriously. To prevent more disasters from happening, we headed back to his home. Thank God nothing else happened. Had dinner, and the rest of the night was enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. It turned out to be a pretty hilarious day actually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-5706949697070808200?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/5706949697070808200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/5706949697070808200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2008/08/chan-family.html' title='The Chan Family.'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-1583167332959992606</id><published>2008-08-23T00:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T17:25:59.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a lot to blog about! Like 1 month worth of stuff sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Like the few times when Jerald came all the way to Jurong.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me going over to his place and meeting his family.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The outing I had with my semester 1 (year 1) classmates.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Sakura dinner with baybee, her boyfie and dearest. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The day when Jerald was down on his luck. Hee hee.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Etc, etc, etc... ...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a whole lot of crap to blog about! And frankly I'll rather find an excuse to blog than to get started on my PP. Hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;Oh shut up, I'm screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get the 'feel', I'll update you guys on all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh and btw,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you jealous?? Are you are you are you??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you should be, cause...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jerald dearest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; peeled prawns for me on Thursday, during dinner at Sakura!! (Mei Jun, thank you for peeling for me too, I am one spoiled child.)&lt;br /&gt;AWWWWWW!&lt;br /&gt;Normally the girls will do it for their guys.&lt;br /&gt;BUT NO!!&lt;br /&gt;He did it for me! (well I'd have peeled for him too you know, but too bad he doesn't eat prawns. hee hee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know why I love him so much.&lt;br /&gt;He is just too lovable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-1583167332959992606?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/1583167332959992606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/1583167332959992606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-have-lot-to-blog-about-like-2-months.html' title=''/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-34352228787040376</id><published>2008-08-22T00:58:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T10:46:19.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SK2lY5POgLI/AAAAAAAACw4/dOonMPMDXeQ/s1600-h/Baby+Blows.bmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237023788801884338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SK2lY5POgLI/AAAAAAAACw4/dOonMPMDXeQ/s400/Baby+Blows.bmp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm sick!&lt;br /&gt;Bet you are too!&lt;br /&gt;I just can't stop smiling, even though the baby's on the verge of tears.&lt;br /&gt;Hee.&lt;br /&gt;*pout*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sigh. i'm always overwhelmed with pessimism at night. sometimes i ask myself what is the point of getting into a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;it just brings more pain. ya of course there are the blissful moments, but how long do they normally last? i never want what i have with Jerald right now to fade away. but is that possible? i don't know what is wrong with me, but i keep reminiscing about the past few months. everything was just amazing with him. it hasn't changed... but... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hmm i don't know how to put what i feel into words...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;knowing how much I love him is... weird. this is rather foreign to me. i have not loved a guy so deeply before. i don't know what to expect. it is intimidating. And then there are all his ex-girlfriends... if he can say i love you to them, and yet they end up going their seperate ways... it can happen to us too. i love you is like a reused word. abused by everyone. everyone says it to their then girlfriend/boyfriend. there is nothing unique or special about it anymore. it is such a sad word. how ironic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i guess now i've fallen prey to LOVE too. hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yap "hahahhaha" is all i can say now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;he may think he loves me more than i love him. how wrong. he has no idea, no idea at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-34352228787040376?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/34352228787040376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/34352228787040376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2008/08/okay-im-sick-bet-you-are-too-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SK2lY5POgLI/AAAAAAAACw4/dOonMPMDXeQ/s72-c/Baby+Blows.bmp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-7688372296472365545</id><published>2008-08-20T12:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T12:47:45.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The person who tag/pass you is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ryan. He BEGGED me to do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nah I'm just kidding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;. He tagged me, so me being such a good friend, shall do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your relationship with him is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Classmate. Bitching buddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your five impression of him/her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1) Independent&lt;br /&gt;2) Frank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3) Spendthrift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4) Fun-loving??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5) Sarcastic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The most memorable thing he/she had done for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bitching ABOUT ME. Ya thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The most memorable thing he/she had said to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Erm&lt;/span&gt;, goodbye? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If he/she become your lover you will?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Erm&lt;/span&gt;... awkward. What's up with all these questions? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WILL NEVER HAPPEN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If he/she become your lover, thing he/she has to improve on will be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Get over his gay partner, Zach/Zack. Impossible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If he/she become your enemy, you will?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;HAHAHHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;. Bitch about him everyday! Righteous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If he/she become your enemy, the reason will be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He did something really shady or he turns out to be a conniving creep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The most desired thing you want to do for him/her now is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nothing. =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Your overall impression of him/her is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nice person to gossip with. Like a sister or girlfriend, you know. Oh wait.. that means he's a girl. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;HAHHAHA&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. How you think people around you will feel about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The mean ones think I'm a bitch and extremely psychotic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The sweethearts think I'm bubbly AND psychotic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Everybody thinks I am psychotic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The characters you love of yourself are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sarcasm&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm able to stand up for myself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't know, I love my personality a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And if people can't deal with it, that's their problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;They are probably boring anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. On the contrary, the character you hate yourself are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My paranoia is the main reason why I get really sad sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I get really suspicious over the slightest stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. The most ideal person you want to be is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why even bother answering, not like it's gonna come true. The answer is God &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Heh&lt;/span&gt;. But there is only one God, and I have sinned a lot. So ya. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.For people that care and like you, say something to them :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you GENUINELY care and like me, I see a great friendship/ relationship ahead of us. I wanna squeeze you!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Muack&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;muack&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;17. Pass this quiz to 10 persons that you wished to know how they feel about you.&lt;br /&gt;They are :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;chosen&lt;/span&gt; those who have an active blog. (You wanna do or not, it is up to you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do not tag me, thanks. I'll kill myself if I've to do it another time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Siti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2) Mei Jun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Xue&lt;/span&gt; Ting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5) Ellen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Jia&lt;/span&gt; Jun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Jing&lt;/span&gt; Han&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8) Wei &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Lun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9) Chin Yang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10) Jean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Who is no.6 having relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Jia&lt;/span&gt; Jun) is having a very strong relationship with God. Which is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Is no.9 a male or female?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Male.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. If number 7. and 10 are together, will it be a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Erm&lt;/span&gt;, I'll never see it happen. Jean is attached anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What is no.2 studying about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Some Java thingy? Sorry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;baybee&lt;/span&gt;, I have problem remembering your course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. When was the last time you had a chat with no.3?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Can't remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What kind of music band does no. 8 like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have no idea &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;sia&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Erm&lt;/span&gt;, Backstreet Boys? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Does no.1 have any siblings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yap, 3 very lovely sisters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Will you woo no.3?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And become a lesbian? Ya sure, why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;=))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. How about number 7?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He is evil!!! He kills fishes!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EVIL EVIL~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I do not woo guys &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Is no. 4 single?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yes, but she will definitely have something to say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She keeps insisting she is married anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What is the surname of no.5?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ellen TANG. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What's the hobby of no.10?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Erm&lt;/span&gt;... playing pool? Not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Does no.5 and 9 get along well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yes, I guess? They are my Ten Days Band family!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Where is no.2 studying at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Republic poly =)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Talk something casually about no.1?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She is my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;bestie&lt;/span&gt; best friend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Have you tried developing feelings for no.6?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;YESSSSSSS&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Wooo&lt;/span&gt;, scandal. Please &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt; ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Where does no.9 live at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Jurong&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. What colour does no.4 like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PURPLE! Without a doubt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Are no.5 and 1 best friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nope. But we all belong to the same gang. I love my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Xiao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Tuo&lt;/span&gt;(Ellen) and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Xiao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Nei&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Siti&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. is no.7 the sexiest person in the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He is a fucking raciest! About the same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;, both words end with -&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;iest&lt;/span&gt;. So ya I guess he is the sexiest man alive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. What is no.6 doing now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't know. I'm not his mother, you know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-7688372296472365545?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/7688372296472365545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/7688372296472365545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2008/08/person-who-tagpass-you-is-ryan.html' title=''/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-6364553941507273534</id><published>2008-08-20T01:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T01:19:23.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I had an incredible day.&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm having that awful feeling.&lt;br /&gt;What? Payback for being happy earlier on??&lt;br /&gt;Arh! Stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-6364553941507273534?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/6364553941507273534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/6364553941507273534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-had-incredible-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-1844004239608291152</id><published>2008-08-17T17:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T11:20:29.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cab - I'll Run</title><content type='html'>Favourite song at the moment =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lyA69C-XokY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lyA69C-XokY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Take note of the dude playing the keyboard. He is soooo cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-1844004239608291152?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/1844004239608291152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/1844004239608291152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2008/08/cab-ill-run.html' title='The Cab - I&apos;ll Run'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602283537330073143.post-2729139542093364465</id><published>2008-08-16T21:48:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T00:01:39.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Siti (backdated post)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;2 August 2008, Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Siti's&lt;/span&gt; 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday girl. Dearest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bestie&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Siti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Zahidah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235120879160378418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SKbis-aVxDI/AAAAAAAACwQ/rXJtqr3CPVg/s320/Photo0924.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SKbis3IUDVI/AAAAAAAACwY/9qryLVwW6S4/s1600-h/Photo0930.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235120877205720402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SKbis3IUDVI/AAAAAAAACwY/9qryLVwW6S4/s320/Photo0930.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SKbh0InF3uI/AAAAAAAACv4/BRrg_ixAXoI/s1600-h/DSC00218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235119902645673698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SKbh0InF3uI/AAAAAAAACv4/BRrg_ixAXoI/s320/DSC00218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SKbh0hEJaLI/AAAAAAAACwA/GYfRizeaPTc/s1600-h/DSC00219+edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235119909209991346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SKbh0hEJaLI/AAAAAAAACwA/GYfRizeaPTc/s320/DSC00219+edit.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After almost like a month of not seeing each other, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Siti&lt;/span&gt; and I finally met up on her birthday!!Time passes real fast.We've been best friends for almost &lt;strong&gt;6 years&lt;/strong&gt;! Woo beat that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Siti&lt;/span&gt; a birthday treat at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Taka's&lt;/span&gt; Seoul Garden. As we were there early, we had to wait for the dinner to start. Bummer. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Walked to Borders where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Siti&lt;/span&gt; got her super chic pencil box. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;=(( I wanted to buy too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sia&lt;/span&gt;! Miss the secondary school days, when I'd buy all the cool stationery and looked for cute notebooks and pencil cases. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Aww&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;By the time we went back for dinner. I was shaking from hunger. I skipped lunch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. Poor me. We ate to our hearts' content. Satisfaction written all over our faces. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Kor&lt;/span&gt; and his girlfriend, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Shu&lt;/span&gt; Fang,&lt;/strong&gt; came over for awhile to wish &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Siti&lt;/span&gt;. How nice of them. It was freaking cute. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Broly&lt;/span&gt; was like "Hey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Siti&lt;/span&gt;, happy birthday!" *shake hands*. Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Shu&lt;/span&gt; Fang, "Hello, happy birthday!" *shake hands*. I burst out laughing. It's just odd. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jerald dearest&lt;/strong&gt; was such a darling. Through me, he sent her a really sincere birthday message. I hope that put a smile on her face =))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After about 2 hours in Seoul Garden, we headed over to Plaza &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Singapura&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Siti's&lt;/span&gt; school, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Millenia&lt;/span&gt; Institute, had a fun fair thingy there. She wanted to support them. Friends wished her, and a guy gave her a flower. Lovely.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thought of going to Esplanade to watch the fireworks, but decided not to, due to the crowd and all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We headed home instead. Like the old times, we listened to songs and gossiped in the train. You know all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; girl stuff. Everything was just so lighthearted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beautiful day!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6 August 2008, Wednesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Watched &lt;strong&gt;'The Mummy: Tomb Of The Dragon Emperor'&lt;/strong&gt; with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Siti&lt;/span&gt;, at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Jurong&lt;/span&gt; Point. Pretty good movie. Some parts were stupid, like when the Emperor turned into a Dragon out of the blue (I mean dude, you're supposed to be a mummy?? Yes? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Nooo&lt;/span&gt;?), and those Yetis... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;erm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;okaaaay&lt;/span&gt;. Isabella &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Leong&lt;/span&gt; the actress who acted as Lin is really pretty though. And Brendan Fraser's amazing. Go watch it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602283537330073143-2729139542093364465?l=joensautobiography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/2729139542093364465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602283537330073143/posts/default/2729139542093364465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joensautobiography.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-siti-backdated-post.html' title='Happy Birthday Siti (backdated post)'/><author><name>Joen™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316577690998581957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SljMX6g5qfI/AAAAAAAAEPo/wdPrbVcM6vM/S220/DSC00137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQXZ5AqmyXY/SKbis-aVxDI/AAAAAAAACwQ/rXJtqr3CPVg/s72-c/Photo0924.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
