<?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-7170409748405731038</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:29:03.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>glitter world&lt;3</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>84</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-2570145877382426261</id><published>2008-07-15T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T22:25:15.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ARGH PISSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;growl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to move soon, so yes you can stop looking at this for random, once in a blue moon updates (: it's not going to be blogspot, but it's not going to be lj either because i don't like the idea of fpages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes, i sound weird, but i just don't! i change my mind very often and edit things, and i don't like that there will still be a trace of the unedited post on everyone's fpages!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-update-&lt;br /&gt;MOVED! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://xanga.com/oneshinyday"&gt;http://xanga.com/oneshinyday&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-2570145877382426261?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/2570145877382426261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=2570145877382426261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/2570145877382426261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/2570145877382426261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2008/07/argh-pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546321521848760795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-6715121795789961047</id><published>2008-07-15T02:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T02:11:44.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm not quite sure what i want ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh, i really want to be the kind of person who looks back on her life and laughs, but i'm just not that type. i look back and go omg, disgusting! and cringe at the thought of things i didn't do right. i really hate the mistakes i made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i need to learn to forgive myself, or i'll keep being miserable ): i've told myself this countless times, and there was only once when somebody actually understood me enough to touch on this point. i don't think that person actually knew how much of an impact his words had on me, though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't help that i'm such a reckless person, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;%&amp;amp;)(#@&amp;amp;!%()@$*%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and maybe i do want to be a forgettable part of ___, because i'm not proud of how i've spent the past ____ and i'm disgusted by the way i've acted. your words made me think alot, and even though i may not have made an impact on your life, damn it, you've made an impact on mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy i'm just emo-ing abit, will (probably) be back to my normal happy facade in the morning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-6715121795789961047?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/6715121795789961047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=6715121795789961047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/6715121795789961047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/6715121795789961047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-not-quite-sure-what-i-want-ugh-i.html' title=''/><author><name>♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546321521848760795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-4922855874249400489</id><published>2008-07-14T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T22:50:03.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ignore me, i am being overly dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala I DID MY LIT PT!!! omg haha after so many days of being unsatisfied with my story i decided to scrap it all and work on a completely new idea! that's why i love individual pts so much, you can just throw it all away, make your story completely different from what it started out being, and love it more and more with each change you make!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha omg i am so excited over like, nothing. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not QUITE satisfied with my story although i do like the plot :D :D but well, im kinda uncertain and not sure if it links up properly to the original anymore after all my weird changes. ohwell, still have slightly over a week to edit!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and omg i need to do my geog pt!! it's due in under a week's time! and im still very unsure about it and super unsatisfied D: wails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's why i hate individual assessments (pts, ppas, whatever), you're never sure whether it'll be a success or a total flop. ): sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell i want to change my blogskin but i keep starting on something, editing and editing and then getting irritated and deleting it because there's just something that irks me about it, and then after changing it and saving it, the next time i look at it i go ARGH IT'S SO UGLY NOW and i scrap the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha oh no i've been using too many run-on sentences. nyeh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-4922855874249400489?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/4922855874249400489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=4922855874249400489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/4922855874249400489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/4922855874249400489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2008/07/ignore-me-i-am-being-overly-dramatic.html' title=''/><author><name>♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546321521848760795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-2991564736639451682</id><published>2008-07-14T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T01:03:13.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahhaha today has just been like up and down and up and down! and big shock after big shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHOEBE AND I BOTH WANNA WORK IN MINISTRY OF TRADE/FOREIGN AFFAIRS! how cool is that huh. and we're gonna take like around the same combis! except im taking lit and she's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha awesome much! exciting exciting. im going take up a PSC scholarship, go to a US university, work in mot/mofa, become a minister, get tired of the work, marry a minister, and settle down to taitaidom. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or i could skip directly to the last step! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't finish the stuff on my list today ): and im not in the mood to go finish it now (: still have math fa and lit pt draft to do up, bleah. will probably push it to some other day.. or never get it done, haha :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-2991564736639451682?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/2991564736639451682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=2991564736639451682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/2991564736639451682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/2991564736639451682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2008/07/ahhaha-today-has-just-been-like-up-and.html' title=''/><author><name>♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546321521848760795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-5941044909761250108</id><published>2008-07-12T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T06:49:47.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY i finished everything on my list today! :D :D i am so proud of myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was going to try to finish extra stuff so that the rest of my days would be freed up, but it turned out to be soooo hard to even finish the stuff allocated to today. especially since i woke up at 11 and my cousins were here so i had to entertain them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i kept to my target, right? :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to have a totally awesomely fruitful mugger-ful week! and do all my 4 PTs and all my chinese compres and all my horrible homework and all 3 math revision exercises and all my overdue math assignments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-5941044909761250108?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/5941044909761250108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=5941044909761250108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/5941044909761250108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/5941044909761250108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2008/07/yay-i-finished-everything-on-my-list.html' title=''/><author><name>♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546321521848760795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-1428494718424908691</id><published>2008-05-22T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T03:03:28.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/SDVDhm-tD4I/AAAAAAAAASI/MsjrP1ksKCE/s1600-h/tripod+image.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/SDVDhm-tD4I/AAAAAAAAASI/MsjrP1ksKCE/s320/tripod+image.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203139189174767490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knowing the people who read my blog, i doubt anyone will really go. but well, it really will be very very fun, so would somebody please prove me wrong? (: recently alot of things have, anyway!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-1428494718424908691?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/1428494718424908691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=1428494718424908691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/1428494718424908691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/1428494718424908691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2008/05/knowing-people-who-read-my-blog-i-doubt.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/SDVDhm-tD4I/AAAAAAAAASI/MsjrP1ksKCE/s72-c/tripod+image.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-5546376119960862381</id><published>2008-05-20T06:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T06:35:00.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am so efficient, i scare myself (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im thinking, hey, there's still one more day&lt;br /&gt;i can afford to put this off and that still can wait&lt;br /&gt;they wont really mind if im a little bit late&lt;br /&gt;and it's all good&lt;br /&gt;oh it all should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i've a little problem&lt;br /&gt;with procrastination&lt;br /&gt;keep putting it off, got no determination&lt;br /&gt;i think i've got time&lt;br /&gt;when i've really got none&lt;br /&gt;i think i need to remind myself it's not all just fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a-- teensy weensy little small reality check&lt;br /&gt;i need to get it right and keep in mind the targets i've set&lt;br /&gt;i'd better tell those distractions to run run along&lt;br /&gt;and then i think i've gotta stop singing this song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the backload, it's on to me now&lt;br /&gt;all the work's catching up with me and i dont know how&lt;br /&gt;but im gonna make it through&lt;br /&gt;gonna make it up to you&lt;br /&gt;and i'll do that&lt;br /&gt;get a reality check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a little problem&lt;br /&gt;with procrastination&lt;br /&gt;kept putting it off, got no determination&lt;br /&gt;i think i've got time&lt;br /&gt;when i've really got none&lt;br /&gt;i think i need to remind myself it's not all just fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a-- teensy weensy little small reality check&lt;br /&gt;i need to get it right and keep in mind the targets i've set&lt;br /&gt;i'd better tell those distractions to run run along&lt;br /&gt;and then i think i've gotta stop singing this song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh just a-- teensy weensy little small reality check&lt;br /&gt;im gonna get it right and keep in mind the targets i've set&lt;br /&gt;and those distractions are gonna just run run along&lt;br /&gt;and now im finally gonna stop singing this song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-5546376119960862381?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/5546376119960862381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=5546376119960862381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/5546376119960862381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/5546376119960862381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-so-efficient-i-scare-myself-im.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-5082495352268933410</id><published>2008-04-22T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T03:42:23.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cmps used to be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to look forward to RS at the end of every tuesday and thursday ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now, it's just so hard to even talk to my groupmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, maybe it's just me. i know, i get pissed very easily when things aren't going the way i want them to, or when no one's listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i really must lose this ditzy image, or everyone will continue to not pay attention.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not that i mean to keep losing my temper at my group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, i still love stella, and her funny ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still love jolene, waiian and yishan for the happy times our group had, and the mad chionging, and how we always pulled through at the last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i just can't help getting so pissed at the three of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when they don't understand, and they don't listen, and they disregard what i say ("because she's joyce what")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i admit it, yes, i am very ditzy and blur at times. but what the hell, my opinions count too. sometimes im right, you know, and i get extremely irritated when i know im right, but the three of them just ignore me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when someone else realises im right, and says the exact same thing i said, they suddenly decide to agree with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and well, it's a trying time, i guess. MYAs are coming up this friday (!), which is two days away (!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im still so worried about cmps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im so frustrated that we're not making progress, that we're doing exactly what we've been doing all along-- slacking around and waiting for the actual thing to come, before we start chionging like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i don't know how to handle it, and where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im just not good at this ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. maybe i should just stop thinking, and stick to doing stupid, brainless stuff, like shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it amazes me how i can think about shopping when MYAs are two days away and i haven't done my english compre, SS FA, history FA, chinese FA, chinese gong hans, si hans (note the s'es) and practice papers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-5082495352268933410?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/5082495352268933410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=5082495352268933410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/5082495352268933410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/5082495352268933410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2008/04/cmps-used-to-be-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-453385363081730073</id><published>2008-03-13T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T03:38:57.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>because im bored and tired, and dont feel like doing any work whatsoeverr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a smart answer to each stupid question (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ONE OF YOUR SCARS, HOW DID YOU GET IT?&lt;br /&gt;i've got this patch on my knee where i fell and scraped like, nearly all the skin on my knee off, on the first day of the june holidays several years ago. (total run-on sentence!) couldnt walk for almost the entire hols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WHAT IS ON THE WALLS IN YOUR ROOM?&lt;br /&gt;posters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. DO YOU SNORE, GRIND YOUR TEETH, OR TALK IN YOUR SLEEP?&lt;br /&gt;no! at least, i dont think i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. WHAT TYPE OF MUSIC DO YOU LISTEN TO?&lt;br /&gt;pop/rock! mostly mainstream stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME YOU WERE BORN?&lt;br /&gt;nope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. WHAT DO YOU WANT MORE THAN ANYTHING RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;to have just ONE DAY during this holiday that i wont have to go back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell, wish not granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. WHAT DO YOU MISS?&lt;br /&gt;210, not having a screwed knee, maple, miss grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. WHAT IS YOUR MOST PRIZED POSSESSION(S)?&lt;br /&gt;i dont really know, im not the kind that gets super attached to something. currently, maybe my pretty lightpink vondutch bag, but its getting a lil rusty so when i get a new one i'll just throw that away :D haha not very prized, then, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. HOW TALL ARE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;1.67 and shrinking by the year. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. DO YOU GET CLAUSTROPHOBIC?&lt;br /&gt;no, not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. DO YOU GET SCARED IN THE DARK?&lt;br /&gt;maybe a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. THE LAST PERSON TO MAKE YOU CRY?&lt;br /&gt;miss grace D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PERFUME FOR A GIRL?&lt;br /&gt;hmm, i dont really know. something light! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. WHAT KIND OF HAIR/EYE COLOR DO YOU LIKE ON THE OPPOSITE SEX?&lt;br /&gt;BROWN! loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. WHERE CAN YOU SEE YOURSELF BEING PROPOSED TO?&lt;br /&gt;a yacht. or maybe one of those cute little gondolas in venice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. COFFEE OR ENERGY DRINK?&lt;br /&gt;coffee, totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PIZZA TOPPING?&lt;br /&gt;cheese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. IF YOU CAN EAT ANYTHING RIGHT NOW, WHAT WOULD IT BE?&lt;br /&gt;salmon sushi! loveees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. HAVE YOU EVER EATEN A GOLDFISH?&lt;br /&gt;ew gross, no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. WHAT WAS THE FIRST MEANINGFUL GIFT YOU'VE EVER RECEIVED?&lt;br /&gt;well, i dont think i've received anything super specially meaningful. haha okay la my expectations too high :D but then again, you buy me earrings for my birthday and im super happy already :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. DO YOU LIKE ANYBODY?&lt;br /&gt;of course! i dont think i really like-like anybody at the moment, though. (see so scandal-free!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. ARE YOU DOUBLE JOINTED?&lt;br /&gt;uh, i dont think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. FAVORITE CLOTHING BRAND?&lt;br /&gt;i like esprit, or topshop, and online shopping :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. DO YOU HAVE A PET RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;nope. never had any except fish, which all killed themselves by trying to squeeze through the rocks in our fish pond (stupid much)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. WHAT KIND IS IT?&lt;br /&gt;(high-pitched bimbo voice) i like, said i didnt like, have one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. WOULD YOU FALL IN LOVE KNOWING THAT THE PERSON IS LEAVING?&lt;br /&gt;well, i'd try reaaally hard not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. WHAT IS THE BEST WAY TO TELL SOMEONE HOW MUCH THEY MEAN TO YOU?&lt;br /&gt;girls arent supposed to! girls wait for guys to tell, and at most, they hint not-so-subtly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. SAY A NUMBER FROM ONE TO A HUNDRED:&lt;br /&gt;twentyseven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. BLONDES OR BRUNETTES?&lt;br /&gt;blondes have all the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. WHAT IS THE ONE NUMBER YOU CALL MOST OFTEN?&lt;br /&gt;probably my daddy, to pick me up :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. WHAT ANNOYS YOU MOST?&lt;br /&gt;people scratching starched clothes. oh my god, i CANNOT stand the sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. HAVE YOU BEEN OUT OF SINGAPORE?&lt;br /&gt;yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. YOUR WEAKNESSES?&lt;br /&gt;im bullyable ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. MET ANYONE FAMOUS?&lt;br /&gt;MEMEMEME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. FIRST JOB?&lt;br /&gt;havent started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. EVER DONE A PRANK CALL?&lt;br /&gt;yep! damn, i am so childish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. HAVE YOU EVER HAD SURGERY?&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. WHAT DO YOU GET COMPLIMENTED ABOUT MOST?&lt;br /&gt;"hey joyce, nice bra."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, it is sarcastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. HAVE YOU EVER HAD BRACES?&lt;br /&gt;no but i want to ): braces are pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY?&lt;br /&gt;A BIG PARTAYYE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. HOW MANY KIDS DO YOU WANT?&lt;br /&gt;two! a boy and a girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?&lt;br /&gt;not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. DO YOU WISH ON STARS?&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. WHAT KIND OF SHAMPOO DO YOU USE?&lt;br /&gt;vidal sassoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?&lt;br /&gt;i love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT?&lt;br /&gt;duck :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. ANY BAD HABITS?&lt;br /&gt;haha of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53 WHAT CD ARE YOU MOST EMBARRASSED TO HAVE ON YOUR SHELF?&lt;br /&gt;a mayday cd! D: omg, chinese?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. DO LOOKS MATTER?&lt;br /&gt;yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. HOW DO YOU RELEASE ANGER?&lt;br /&gt;i sulk. and snap at people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. WHERE IS YOUR SECOND HOME?&lt;br /&gt;sigh. school, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE TOY AS A CHILD?&lt;br /&gt;barbie dolls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. HOW MANY NUMBERS ARE IN YOUR CELL PHONE?&lt;br /&gt;uh, lots?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62.WERE YOU A FAN OF BARNEY AS A KID?&lt;br /&gt;no! i was a fan of much more girlish things :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. DO YOU USE SARCASM?&lt;br /&gt;oh no, of course i dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. MASHED POTATOES OR MACARONI AND CHEESE?&lt;br /&gt;CHEESE CHEESE CHEESE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. WHAT DO YOU LOOK FOR IN A GUY?&lt;br /&gt;tall tall tall :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. WHAT ARE YOUR NICKNAMES?&lt;br /&gt;joyceong, joycie, ahma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. WHATS YOUR FAVORITE BAND/SINGER?&lt;br /&gt;click five! LOVES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. WHATS YOUR FAVORITE TV SHOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PHINEAS AND FERB. TOTALLY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. WHAT WAS YOUR ACT SAT SCORE?&lt;br /&gt;dont get this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR?&lt;br /&gt;tiramisu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. DO YOU HAVE ALL YOUR FINGERS AND TOES?&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WORKED OUT?&lt;br /&gt;long long long ago! ): eliz is forcing me to go sometime soon though :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. WHATS THE FASTEST YOU HAVE GONE IN A CAR?&lt;br /&gt;140km/h, in msia! :D my mom screamed like crazy to stop though -.- ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS?&lt;br /&gt;i bet no one will even get this far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO?&lt;br /&gt;nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. LAST THING YOU DRANK?&lt;br /&gt;water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="asset-body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?&lt;br /&gt;-checks call list- jolene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE IN THE OPPOSITE/SAME SEX?&lt;br /&gt;height height.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. FAVORITE MONTH OF THE YEAR?&lt;br /&gt;JULY. guess why! (i rhymed!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. FAVORITE ZODIAC SIGN?&lt;br /&gt;monkey, cause its mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. LAST THING YOU WATCHED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PHINEAS AND FERB! &lt;/span&gt;ahhhhhh! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. FAVORITE DAY OF THE YEAR?&lt;br /&gt;july 28 :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. PLAY ANY MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS?&lt;br /&gt;i play the piano lousily, does that count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. KISSES OR HUGS?&lt;br /&gt;XOXO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. RELATIONSHIPS OR ONE NIGHT STANDS?&lt;br /&gt;the formerr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU BOUGHT?&lt;br /&gt;two new tops and a dress :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. WHAT KIND OF CAR DO YOU HAVE?&lt;br /&gt;none yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING?&lt;br /&gt;nothing! i finished reading chloe's in or out book a couple days ago though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. DESCRIBE YOUR LOVE LIFE:&lt;br /&gt;what love life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;!-- Start Snap Shots JavaScript --&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" type="text/javascript"&gt; if (SnapShots) {     SnapShots.init('livejournal.com', 'livejournal.ru'); } &lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://shots.snap.com/snap_shots.js?ap=0&amp;amp;key=eba7a5fe7e04a265eeaf0c05add86a7d&amp;amp;sb=1&amp;amp;th=silver&amp;amp;cl=1&amp;amp;si=0&amp;amp;po=0&amp;amp;df=0&amp;amp;oi=0&amp;amp;link_icon=on&amp;amp;shots_trigger=both&amp;amp;lang=en-us&amp;amp;domain=livejournal.com&amp;amp;pub=pub-5821628-www.livejournal.com"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;                     &lt;!-- End Snap Shots JavaScript --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-453385363081730073?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/453385363081730073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=453385363081730073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/453385363081730073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/453385363081730073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2008/03/because-im-bored-and-tired-and-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-6137050985349057508</id><published>2008-02-15T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T21:26:16.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; What Your Handwriting Says About You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are sometimes a very energetic person, but you are sometimes quite lethargic. You're moody, prone to ups and downs, and you don't have a lot of endurance.You range from very outgoing to very shy. You are a shapeshifter who is very versatile. You adapt well, and you look at things from many angles.You are very detail oriented and meticulous. You are a careful thinker and a true intellectual.You need a bit of space in your life, but you're not a recluse. You expect people to give you a small amount of privacy, and you respect their privacy as well.You are conservative, old fashioned, and a little stubborn. You are resistant to change.You are a good communicator. You work hard to get your ideas across effectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgosh this is like so accurate! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-6137050985349057508?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/6137050985349057508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=6137050985349057508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/6137050985349057508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/6137050985349057508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-your-handwriting-says-about-you.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-89082221270119832</id><published>2008-01-15T04:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T04:56:38.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my blog is like dead! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha how many times have i said that la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell its true! and im soooooooo tired. ): i should stop overexerting myself, rawr. i always fall sick when i do that la! pfft. so lousy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwelll. im totally proud of our proposal though ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though we didnt make the deadline on time, we can use the half month to do other stuff i guess. i mean, i guess its quite wasted that we missed it by half an hour- but what to do la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay or maybe im being stupid and defeatist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE A HAPPY POST. yes! happy because i havent posted in so so long! so its a happy post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the song i used for my hook in my commonwealth essay is stuck in my head. ohwell, its quite apt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happy talk, keep talkin' happy talk! &lt;/span&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D its such a cute song laa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp; if you dont talk happy and you never have dream; then you'll never have a dream come true!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-89082221270119832?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/89082221270119832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=89082221270119832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/89082221270119832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/89082221270119832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-blog-is-like-dead-d-hahaha-how-many.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-3208883662970964584</id><published>2007-12-28T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T18:31:08.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;omg you are like soo annoying okay. i totally hate you. ): i mean like, yeaaah i know im not pretty or thin or anything. and i acted reaally weird that first time i met you. but that day wasnt my fault la. and like okay yeah i dont blame you. but stop with all the mixed signals alreadyy. i think you were actually trying to make use of me o.o which is kindof my fault for not noticing. sighh. hateyouhateyouhateyou (*$#&amp;amp;!$)#$ i like, desperately need to move on -.- man this is stupid. but i cant! not cause i cant let go of you, -sarcastic laugh-, more like cause i dont have the means to (eg a substitute).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x/3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was like, so my fault that i didnt realise that you only started the convo to ask me for "recommendations" and "stayaways". and like IM SO ANNOYED LA. so im like, not a girl is it? not counted laaa. hateyouhateyouhateyou. "i've never gone out with a girl before... except you la, but that doesnt count" ?!?!?! hateyou. HATEYOUHATEYOUHATEYOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;SCHOOL STARTS IN 5 DAYS. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-3208883662970964584?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/3208883662970964584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=3208883662970964584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/3208883662970964584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/3208883662970964584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/12/omg-you-are-like-soo-annoying-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-3750292450326090223</id><published>2007-12-16T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T23:57:51.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/R2YoYKZknTI/AAAAAAAAASA/Zn7LBmiNsy0/s1600-h/22new.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/R2YoYKZknTI/AAAAAAAAASA/Zn7LBmiNsy0/s320/22new.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144844019890953522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha ohwell IMBACK. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might blog about msia in awhile, but for now, IMSOTIREDDD. fresh off the plane! and so many emails to read. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its &lt;u&gt;all i want&lt;/u&gt;, just for me&lt;br /&gt;underneath my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;christmas tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be waiting here&lt;br /&gt;santa, that's my &lt;s&gt;only&lt;/s&gt; wish this year &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-3750292450326090223?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/3750292450326090223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=3750292450326090223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/3750292450326090223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/3750292450326090223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/12/maan.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/R2YoYKZknTI/AAAAAAAAASA/Zn7LBmiNsy0/s72-c/22new.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-6660689512325759400</id><published>2007-11-29T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T06:55:32.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know i know, my blog is dead xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but aww i just like doing memes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?&lt;br /&gt;cant remember. i think maybe its when khorium was banned ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. WOULD YOU SAY YOU HAVE GREAT HANDWRITING?&lt;br /&gt;YES i like my handwriting thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT?&lt;br /&gt;uh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. DO YOU HAVE KIDS?&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?&lt;br /&gt;DUH xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT?&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, of course i dont. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS?&lt;br /&gt;i bet no one will answer me, but what are tonsils?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP?&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL?&lt;br /&gt;koko crunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG?&lt;br /&gt;nah. i've got no stamina, too ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM?&lt;br /&gt;cookies and cream! man, almost all my answers are similar to chloe's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?&lt;br /&gt;height xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. RED OR PINK?&lt;br /&gt;PINK PINK PINK. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF?&lt;br /&gt;): im fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST?&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Who’s your favourite person in the world?&lt;br /&gt;despite all the things i dislike about myself, its me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING?&lt;br /&gt;dark blue tns shorts and barefoot (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE?&lt;br /&gt;chewing gum (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;nothing, its kinda late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE?&lt;br /&gt;pink pink pink duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. FAVORITE SMELLS?&lt;br /&gt;DONUTS. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?&lt;br /&gt;my three year old cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. HAVE YOU BEEN LONELY BEFORE?&lt;br /&gt;uhhuh ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH?&lt;br /&gt;sports are SO boring to watch. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. HAIR COLOR?&lt;br /&gt;dark brown, white, and gold. sad about the white ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. EYE COLOR?&lt;br /&gt;dark brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS?&lt;br /&gt;nope. i cant get the stupid things in ): and okay fine, im scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. FAVORITE FOOD?&lt;br /&gt;sushi/sashimi, no doubt (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?&lt;br /&gt;happy endings! &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED?&lt;br /&gt;stardust!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING?&lt;br /&gt;black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. SUMMER OR WINTER?&lt;br /&gt;winter! loveee snow. cant stand singapore's weather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. HUGS OR KISSES?&lt;br /&gt;kisses, ta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. FAVORITE DESSERT?&lt;br /&gt;brownies! with lots of fudge fudge fudge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. THE THREE PEOPLE YOU WILL TELL ALL YOUR SECRETS TO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you trust easily?&lt;br /&gt;yeah. overly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW?&lt;br /&gt;um. nothing (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD?&lt;br /&gt;lost my mouse pad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON T.V. LAST NIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;does the hairspray dvd count? (: HAAAIRRRSPRAAAYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. FAVORITE SOUND?&lt;br /&gt;the email notification sound! i love emails. not junk/spam/chain mails, nor work mails, but a girl can hope, cant she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES?&lt;br /&gt;i'd pick rolling stones (although i've never heard their songs before) JUST because their names dont sound like a certain insect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. WHAT IS THE FARTHEST YOU HAVE BEEN FROM HOME?&lt;br /&gt;thailand ): i am soo deprived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT?&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah i can play pranks on people (= and i can obsess over just about anything. I DONT CARE, ITS A TALENT OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. WHERE WERE YOU BORN?&lt;br /&gt;kk. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47.WHERE DO YOU SEE YOURSELF 5 YEARS FROM NOW?&lt;br /&gt;in an OVERSEAS uni! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SONG?&lt;br /&gt;tooo many. cant think of any right now anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49.Love or Money?&lt;br /&gt;i want both ): okay i guess i'd take love, since its harder to find, but i'd be soo unhappy without money. okay fine, still love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RI-RGS combined hike today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ya think girls cant read maps, do ya? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha okay dammit i think im way too mean :D but awwww. its like, so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp;idontknow whyy that &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; happens to me. sigh. ): you'd think i'd be smart enough, eh? too bad, guess im not. quite sad, really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;it surprises me how i always manage to mess things up [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-6660689512325759400?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/6660689512325759400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=6660689512325759400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/6660689512325759400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/6660689512325759400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-know-i-know-my-blog-is-dead-xd-but.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-7818896979843781660</id><published>2007-11-02T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T07:23:14.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Your Boy Side&lt;br /&gt;[x] You love hoodies&lt;br /&gt;[x] You love jeans.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Dogs are better than cats.&lt;br /&gt;[x] It's hilarious when people get hurt. ( :D )&lt;br /&gt;[x] You've played with/against boys on a team.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Shopping is torture. (It depends.)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Sad movies suck.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You own an X-Box.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Played with Hotwheels cars as a kid.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] At some point in time you wanted to be a firefighter.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You own a DS, PS2 or Sega.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You used to be obsessed with Power Rangers.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You watch sports on TV.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gory movies are cool.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You go to your dad for advice. (only cause my dad's cool, yo)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You own like a trillion baseball caps.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You like going to football games.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You used to/do collect baseball cards.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Baggy pants are cool to wear.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] It's kinda weird to have sleepovers with a bunch of people.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Green, black, red, blue, or silver are one of your favorite colors.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You love to go crazy and not care what people think.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Sports are fun.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Talk with food in your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Wear boxers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total = 5 points&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Girl Side&lt;br /&gt;[x] You wear lip gloss.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You love to shop.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You wear eyeliner.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have some of the same shirts in different colors.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You wear the color pink.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Go to your mom for advice.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You consider cheerleading a sport.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You hate wearing the color black.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like hanging out at the mall.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like getting manicures and/or pedicures.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like wearing jewelry.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Skirts are a big part of your wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Shopping is one of your favorite hobbies.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You don't like the movie Star Wars. (total yawn)&lt;br /&gt;[x] You are/were in cheerleading, gymnastics or dance. (does primary 1 and 2 count?)&lt;br /&gt;[x] It takes you around 1 hour to shower, get dressed, and put on make-up and accessories. (more like 2)&lt;br /&gt;[x] You smile a lot more than you should.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have more than 10 pairs of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You care about what you look like.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like wearing dresses when you can. (but like no occassion?)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You like wearing body spray/perfume/cologne.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You wear girl underwear. (-.-)&lt;br /&gt;[x] Used to play with dolls as little kid.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Like putting make-up on someone else for the joy of it. (&gt;D)&lt;br /&gt;[x] Like taking pictures of yourself with your cell phone/camera when you're bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total= lazy to count&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-7818896979843781660?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/7818896979843781660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=7818896979843781660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/7818896979843781660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/7818896979843781660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/11/your-boy-side-x-you-love-hoodies-x-you.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-6414559997582232554</id><published>2007-11-02T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T02:27:19.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when yellow was the colour ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when yellow was the fire ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll miss being sec 3 ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell! HAPPY HAPPY MY GPA IS MAINTAINED OMG? HAHAHA AND I PASSED CHINEEESEEE. :D :D :D whee lala!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay back to cmps ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-6414559997582232554?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/6414559997582232554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=6414559997582232554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/6414559997582232554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/6414559997582232554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/11/when-yellow-was-colour-when-yellow-was.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-4736151094672234689</id><published>2007-10-30T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T03:11:59.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;if we stay together ;&lt;br /&gt;it could get worse, then again maybe it could get better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im like super tired and sian for no good reason today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to meet waiian and mich at plaza sing, and ah tripod's such a mess ): why why what did i get myself into! sometimes i kinda wish i'd taken the easy way out and done a slacker rs project like what we did last year, but on the other hand i'd have learnt alot less. and after all, what's done is done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and mich asked why i was being so emo (i wasnt!) and said that i was uncharacteristically (such a long word!) quiet. they were both like letting me finish my sentences when we spoke at the same time (because my sentences were so rare), which was also quite rare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must be all fiona's fault! making me so high about the stupid toy thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were at the science center today, and the movie was quite cool (although it made me pretty dizzy). the lecture was pure nonsense, though. the woman's sentences had absolutely no link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"because matter occupies space. so the air in the bottom bottle needs space, so that explains why there is a vortex." --the lecturer, talking about the hurricane-in-a-bottle demo. those are more or less her exact words, albeit in much lousier english. i know cause i took it down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that i completely switched off la -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and at the start of the talk she claimed that hurricanes and typhoons and cyclones were the same. WRONG! its true that hurricanes and typhoons and TROPICAL cyclones were the same, but cyclones are completely different things. granted, her slide said the correct thing-- that tropical cyclones were the same as hurricanes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT SHE DIDNT OKAY. hmpf. why should i listen to a person who is like obviously dumber than me! pffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay and on to the toy thing. i had lunch with fiona chew at macs (hahaha she CHEWS very slowly! so i was like half an hour late in meeting waiian and mich. nvm give them precious alone time!) and we sat in this ulu corner next to a large display shelf containing macs toys. and as usual, we talked alot of nonsense (its not my fault its fiona chew's!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: why is there this weird person on your cup of coke, with all the snowflakes!&lt;br /&gt;fiona: very hip what!&lt;br /&gt;me: oh, sure. macdonalds act cool buay cool la.&lt;br /&gt;fiona: aiyo you want to know then go and ask ronald macdonalds la! -points to ronald macdonalds toy holding a big hongpao-&lt;br /&gt;me: stupid ronald macdonalds! why your cups like that ah! super lousy you know!.. eh why am i reduced to talking to toys in a display case?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(after moving on to talk about other random things)&lt;br /&gt;me: ee why is that toy pointing its cannon at me!&lt;br /&gt;fiona: because you insulted its friend!&lt;br /&gt;me: stupid ronald macdonalds get your friend to stop pointing at me!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;me: then why are the toys on the bottom shelf all not looking at me ah?&lt;br /&gt;fiona: information takes time to spread mah! it hasnt reached the 1st level yet.&lt;br /&gt;me: uhhuh then how long is it going to take!&lt;br /&gt;fiona: 2 years&lt;br /&gt;me: then why the top shelves so fast!&lt;br /&gt;fiona: they connected with fibre optic threads&lt;br /&gt;me: then why they never install on the bottom shelf!&lt;br /&gt;fiona: they got no more money&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;me: how come that big guy on the second shelf with a sword not looking at me!&lt;br /&gt;fiona: the guy on the other side offended him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha there were a few toys that were kinda scary, and this mulan horse that i had when i was young was staring at me super intently! freaaaky. and there was a shelf of dolls who were all looking at me, too. they were all standing upright when we went there, and were upright at first. but like later on, the second doll from the left fell diagonally and we were like !! i insisted it wasnt pointing in my direction, but fiona said it fell while trying to reach me. pfffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY SEE IM GOING TO HAVE NIGHTMARES AT NIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind i will defend myself with fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i use alot of brackets! sigh keep interrupting myself.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-4736151094672234689?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/4736151094672234689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=4736151094672234689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/4736151094672234689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/4736151094672234689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/10/if-we-stay-together-it-could-get-worse.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-8871421553909416507</id><published>2007-10-29T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T04:22:44.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i know its kinda late;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but happy birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG i love this song! :D it is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cutest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;ever&lt;/u&gt;! -swoons-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if some guy forgot my birthday and sang this for me i'd be so happy and not only forgive him but be 10x as obsessed over him (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;provided he didnt forget my birthday present la. but still!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;these are headstrong, crazy days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when your mind's made up and the music plays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;headstrong, can you feel the beat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;meltdown, can you feel the heat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am totally happy! i FINALLY got my atm card :D :D happy! after my mom dragged it for like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how &lt;/span&gt;long! yay yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should be chionging cmps now but i dont really feel like it ): booo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheelala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im totally addicted to bridge! if only i had more people to play with me ): fiona and i played with mary and jane today, and then we kept confusing mary with jane, so we ended up playing with just 'he' and 'she'. 'she' ALWAYS ALWAYS had all the good cards! NOT FAIR! but then again, 'she' was my partner for the first round and we nearly won whee. 'he' was my partner for the second round, though, and he lost like everything! hmpf. idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the paragraph above doesnt make much sense (: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love me for me; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and not for someone that i could never be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(so many ashley tisdale songs stuck in my head)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM GOING TO PLAY BRIDGE ONLINE! yay byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-8871421553909416507?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/8871421553909416507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=8871421553909416507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/8871421553909416507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/8871421553909416507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-know-its-kinda-late-but-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-550416414524042394</id><published>2007-10-17T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T23:52:44.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im totally bored, so i shall update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with photos! even though some of these are from supersuper long ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/RxbuuGfTzAI/AAAAAAAAANI/bKFbzohL2lQ/s1600-h/Image099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122544101963844610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/RxbuuGfTzAI/AAAAAAAAANI/bKFbzohL2lQ/s320/Image099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AIRPLANE!&lt;br /&gt;fiona and i saw this SIA mascot at changi airport while we were studying :D these photos were taken on the first day we saw him, i think (: we saw him TWICE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxbut2fTy_I/AAAAAAAAANA/tuA9mfqY1eU/s1600-h/Image098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122544097668877298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxbut2fTy_I/AAAAAAAAANA/tuA9mfqY1eU/s320/Image098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;looking at us :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/RxbuuWfTzCI/AAAAAAAAANY/adGxvh-IVXQ/s1600-h/Image101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122544106258811938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/RxbuuWfTzCI/AAAAAAAAANY/adGxvh-IVXQ/s320/Image101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we tried to force pippy to go take a photo with him, but she refused ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/RxbuuWfTzDI/AAAAAAAAANg/9IJgXB0NrLQ/s1600-h/Image108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122544106258811954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/RxbuuWfTzDI/AAAAAAAAANg/9IJgXB0NrLQ/s320/Image108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxbv_GfTzEI/AAAAAAAAANo/IFJmiRA1PFk/s1600-h/Image203.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxbv_WfTzFI/AAAAAAAAANw/ZEhWS_XvFSg/s1600-h/Image210.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxbv_WfTzGI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Ozjti8CIDY0/s1600-h/Image211.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxbv_2fTzHI/AAAAAAAAAOA/NdbSYrqtN_0/s1600-h/Image212.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I WANNA WORK PART TIME AS ONE OKAY :D i will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/RxbuuGfTzBI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Y9jySpHnWDw/s1600-h/Image114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122544101963844626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/RxbuuGfTzBI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Y9jySpHnWDw/s320/Image114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the badge says it all :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was attempting to get a photo of fiona holding her badge, but accidentally caught pippy in the background. SEE MY AMAZING &lt;s&gt;LUCK&lt;/s&gt; TALENT FOR SPOTTING PHOTO OPPORTUNITIES (: &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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxbv_GfTzEI/AAAAAAAAANo/IFJmiRA1PFk/s1600-h/Image203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122545493533248578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxbv_GfTzEI/AAAAAAAAANo/IFJmiRA1PFk/s320/Image203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my sister's birthday chalet on sunday! love the view. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxbv_WfTzFI/AAAAAAAAANw/ZEhWS_XvFSg/s1600-h/Image210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122545497828215890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxbv_WfTzFI/AAAAAAAAANw/ZEhWS_XvFSg/s320/Image210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my daddy starting the barbeque :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i was supposed to learn how to start the bbq! but well, ahem(: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxbv_WfTzGI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Ozjti8CIDY0/s1600-h/Image211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122545497828215906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxbv_WfTzGI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Ozjti8CIDY0/s320/Image211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my three year old cousin is HOPELESSLY camera shy! even though he's cute like craaazy x3 but whenever i point a camera at him, he'll push it away or cover his face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so the alternative? pretend to be taking photos of myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxbv_2fTzHI/AAAAAAAAAOA/NdbSYrqtN_0/s1600-h/Image212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122545506418150514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxbv_2fTzHI/AAAAAAAAAOA/NdbSYrqtN_0/s320/Image212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ignore me okay! look at my adorable cousin there standing next to the bed :D :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/RxbwAGfTzII/AAAAAAAAAOI/hfKwS5rlVYs/s1600-h/Image214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122545510713117826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/RxbwAGfTzII/AAAAAAAAAOI/hfKwS5rlVYs/s320/Image214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he's peering at the camera to make sure im taking photos of myself, not him -.-" &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxbw4GfTzJI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/qN1434IFcCc/s1600-h/Image215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122546472785792146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxbw4GfTzJI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/qN1434IFcCc/s320/Image215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SEE SO CUTE RIGHT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxbw4WfTzKI/AAAAAAAAAOY/9O5rrSwF5xg/s1600-h/Image216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122546477080759458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxbw4WfTzKI/AAAAAAAAAOY/9O5rrSwF5xg/s320/Image216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cuter than chloe's nephews!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxbw4WfTzLI/AAAAAAAAAOg/kfpxAwhnhsE/s1600-h/Image218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122546477080759474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxbw4WfTzLI/AAAAAAAAAOg/kfpxAwhnhsE/s320/Image218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ISNT HE JUST ADORABLE! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(i know, i look really really gross in the photo but its such a cute shot of him!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxbw4mfTzMI/AAAAAAAAAOo/OsROSvtHPJ0/s1600-h/Image220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122546481375726786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxbw4mfTzMI/AAAAAAAAAOo/OsROSvtHPJ0/s320/Image220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my brother's teaching him math or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxbw42fTzNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/wh-xhJ8PVFQ/s1600-h/Image221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122546485670694098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxbw42fTzNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/wh-xhJ8PVFQ/s320/Image221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee managed to take one while he wasnt looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxb2gWfTzOI/AAAAAAAAAO4/5CaLQPfVuPo/s1600-h/Image223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122552661833665762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxb2gWfTzOI/AAAAAAAAAO4/5CaLQPfVuPo/s320/Image223.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he's running after my other cousin aka his sister! (p3, the one in pink)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxb2hWfTzPI/AAAAAAAAAPA/XUMvDpUXkjs/s1600-h/Image224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122552679013534962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxb2hWfTzPI/AAAAAAAAAPA/XUMvDpUXkjs/s320/Image224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;drinking mango juicee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxb2hmfTzQI/AAAAAAAAAPI/1z0VowT9PJE/s1600-h/Image226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122552683308502274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxb2hmfTzQI/AAAAAAAAAPI/1z0VowT9PJE/s320/Image226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxb2h2fTzRI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Fz5e6j6H5oc/s1600-h/Image225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122552687603469586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxb2h2fTzRI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Fz5e6j6H5oc/s320/Image225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PINK BALLOONS :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxb2h2fTzSI/AAAAAAAAAPY/gZ4Zk5kMOaQ/s1600-h/Image227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122552687603469602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxb2h2fTzSI/AAAAAAAAAPY/gZ4Zk5kMOaQ/s320/Image227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alone with the balloons!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxb28WfTzTI/AAAAAAAAAPg/R3L82dQLMUs/s1600-h/Image228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122553142870002994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxb28WfTzTI/AAAAAAAAAPg/R3L82dQLMUs/s320/Image228.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;each of the rooms had a sink inside -.- no idea why! totally weird. my sister claimed it was for "emergency toilet breaks". (so gross!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxb2_2fTzUI/AAAAAAAAAPo/a6shD0KFH6s/s1600-h/Image231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122553202999545154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxb2_2fTzUI/AAAAAAAAAPo/a6shD0KFH6s/s320/Image231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cake cutting! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxb3AWfTzVI/AAAAAAAAAPw/lD37UGquPqE/s1600-h/Image234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122553211589479762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxb3AWfTzVI/AAAAAAAAAPw/lD37UGquPqE/s320/Image234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;COFFEE CAKE! :D that night we totally couldnt get to sleep -.- stayed up past 1am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxb3C2fTzWI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Kc4g2FEtUTk/s1600-h/Image236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122553254539152738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxb3C2fTzWI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Kc4g2FEtUTk/s320/Image236.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay now im just bored&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxb3DWfTzXI/AAAAAAAAAQA/GFFB8efJJxM/s1600-h/Image237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122553263129087346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxb3DWfTzXI/AAAAAAAAAQA/GFFB8efJJxM/s320/Image237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like my ponytail shape that day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxb3dGfTzYI/AAAAAAAAAQI/SVllI-_IpVM/s1600-h/Image238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122553705510718850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxb3dGfTzYI/AAAAAAAAAQI/SVllI-_IpVM/s320/Image238.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its so  cute and jagged right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxb3fmfTzZI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/bH8vwpojj9M/s1600-h/Image240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122553748460391826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxb3fmfTzZI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/bH8vwpojj9M/s320/Image240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxb3f2fTzaI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Jdv6ppsDrtI/s1600-h/Image241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122553752755359138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxb3f2fTzaI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Jdv6ppsDrtI/s320/Image241.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after we bathed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxb3h2fTzbI/AAAAAAAAAQg/GjSD9SZKO8U/s1600-h/Image242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122553787115097522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxb3h2fTzbI/AAAAAAAAAQg/GjSD9SZKO8U/s320/Image242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my sister looks like she's dancing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxb3iWfTzcI/AAAAAAAAAQo/bd8YknA1KE8/s1600-h/Image243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122553795705032130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxb3iWfTzcI/AAAAAAAAAQo/bd8YknA1KE8/s320/Image243.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxb3_2fTzdI/AAAAAAAAAQw/aTdVf-VygkA/s1600-h/Image246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122554302511173074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxb3_2fTzdI/AAAAAAAAAQw/aTdVf-VygkA/s320/Image246.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she's happy that she got this huge bear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxb4A2fTzeI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/fO7eFwZnaF0/s1600-h/Image249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122554319691042274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxb4A2fTzeI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/fO7eFwZnaF0/s320/Image249.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he's called cubby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxb4BGfTzfI/AAAAAAAAARA/Tlef18B7G5c/s1600-h/Image260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122554323986009586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxb4BGfTzfI/AAAAAAAAARA/Tlef18B7G5c/s320/Image260.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;showing off all her presents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxb4EWfTzgI/AAAAAAAAARI/v5DkIzp7_gY/s1600-h/Image261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122554379820584450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxb4EWfTzgI/AAAAAAAAARI/v5DkIzp7_gY/s320/Image261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxb4HGfTzhI/AAAAAAAAARQ/HMAZW6cWW2s/s1600-h/Image263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122554427065224722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxb4HGfTzhI/AAAAAAAAARQ/HMAZW6cWW2s/s320/Image263.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blissfully happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxb4m2fTzjI/AAAAAAAAARg/SKtlGZMV8hY/s1600-h/Image266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122554972526071346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxb4m2fTzjI/AAAAAAAAARg/SKtlGZMV8hY/s320/Image266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;part of the box of one of her presents. so cute la :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOW HERE COMES THE GOOD PART (: totally why i decided to blog all these photos. whee saved the best for last!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxb4oWfTzkI/AAAAAAAAARo/rYaI9rbWVO0/s1600-h/Image267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122554998295875138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxb4oWfTzkI/AAAAAAAAARo/rYaI9rbWVO0/s320/Image267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FIONA'S LEARNING HOW TO USE CHOPSTICKS :D&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/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxb4mWfTziI/AAAAAAAAARY/AmP5D9v5kMY/s1600-h/Image264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122554963936136738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxb4mWfTziI/AAAAAAAAARY/AmP5D9v5kMY/s320/Image264.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxb4omfTzlI/AAAAAAAAARw/YGotdaPIXBg/s1600-h/Image268.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and like WOW! FIONA LEARNT HOW TO USE CHOPSTICKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rxb4r2fTzmI/AAAAAAAAAR4/7OIItbFl1WY/s1600-h/Image269.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha whee! okay end of photos (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but not end of blogpost!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my mom invited some of her friends to my sister's chalet because my sister wanted more/better presents. and one of her friend's child was this total guy-girl! (in the words of my sister)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like we couldnt decide whether he/she was a girl or guy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at first, when i walked out of the room i saw it's(i know it sounds mean but typing he/she is so troublesome) back and thought it was a guy! and i was wondering what a guy was doing at an all-girls party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i walked over and saw its face, and it was totally fair-skinned! (like fairer than kailin and hoongyan put together) SUPER FAIR. and it had SUPER long lashes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i thought, oh chey its just a tomboy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so afterwards i was arguing with my sister over its gender, and i convinced her that it was a girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and later that night, we were all outside roasting marshmallows while it was just sitting at a small table with its mom, looking quite poorthing. so i went over and said, "hey we're roasting marshmallows outside, do you want to come?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it said in this SUPER LOW AND DEEP AND LIKE 10 OCTAVES LOWER THAN ANY OF OUR MALE TEACHERS: "uh, no thanks"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was like stunned! and i went outside and started laughing so hard that i had to squat on the floor and laugh even more! like seriously i hope he didnt hear me (okay not possible) or guess what i was laughing about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ohwell END OF STORY :D back to baking kailin and hoong brownie-cakes! &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/7170409748405731038-550416414524042394?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/550416414524042394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=550416414524042394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/550416414524042394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/550416414524042394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-totally-bored-so-i-shall-update-with.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/RxbuuGfTzAI/AAAAAAAAANI/bKFbzohL2lQ/s72-c/Image099.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-3969668967647684149</id><published>2007-10-09T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T03:44:38.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a FRYFRY production!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;done by me and fiona :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ox40mrJeEW0" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or go here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE (: &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=Ox40mrJeEW0"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=Ox40mrJeEW0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-3969668967647684149?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/3969668967647684149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=3969668967647684149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/3969668967647684149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/3969668967647684149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/10/fryfry-production-done-by-me-and-fiona.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-9194881941177386274</id><published>2007-10-08T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T06:54:22.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i got your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;runaway smile&lt;/span&gt; in my piggybank baby;&lt;/div&gt;gonna cash it right in for a new &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mercedes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;you were worth the &lt;u&gt;hundred thousand miles&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but you couldnt stay awhile &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee lala. IM GOING TO WRITE A STORY OKAY (: even though there's chinese tmr and HAH im going to fail. i need 52.5% to pass, and i've never ever ever passed a chinese midyear/endofyear (: so no need to wish me good luck! i fail overall chinese already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;disclaimer&lt;/span&gt;! any resemblance in this story to any person or sheep, dead or alive, is purely coincidental and has no significance whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this story is about a sheep, called lingling, and a sheepdog called yanyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day, a HUGE GHOST came! he had big scary teeth and consisted of a dirty white bedsheet draped over.. NOTHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lingling: ahh!&lt;br /&gt;ghost: muahaha&lt;br /&gt;yanyan: I'LL SAVE YOU! (trips over conveniently placed rock)&lt;br /&gt;ghost: (picks up lingling) nothing can stop me now! -flies happily off-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(back in the ghost's lair)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ghost: muahaha&lt;br /&gt;lingling: why you kidnap me?&lt;br /&gt;ghost: because you are a KID!&lt;br /&gt;lingling: eh no actually thats for goats&lt;br /&gt;ghost: .. er okay nvm kidnap already lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lingling: HELP!!&lt;br /&gt;yanyan: -bursting in- I'LL SAVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;lingling: my xiaoyan!&lt;br /&gt;yanyan: -runs over and grabs lingling's hand- i'll never let you go!&lt;br /&gt;ghost: BOO!&lt;br /&gt;yanyan: -lets go and runs away-&lt;br /&gt;lingling: HELP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanyan: boo, why am i such a loser&lt;br /&gt;ghost: whee!&lt;br /&gt;yanyan: )=&lt;br /&gt;yanyan: -spots a can of spinach on the floor-&lt;br /&gt;yanyan: eh? im abit hungry leh. -eats spinach-&lt;br /&gt;yanyan: (TURNS INTO ...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;er he actually stayed the same, except he had icky spinach breath)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay our story doesnt end like that (: yanyan, being still hungry, spotted a can of beef!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanyan: oh no, my whole family doesnt eat beef leh. but for the sake of my lingling, i will... EAT BEEF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so our hero ate, and ate, and ate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanyan: eh thats some good beef.&lt;br /&gt;yanyan: (turns into yanyan phantom!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*music*: gotta catch em all, cause he's yanyan phantom, gotta catch em all cause he's -- (sexy voice) yanyan phantom.. he's a phantom..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lingling: yanyan!&lt;br /&gt;yanyan: lingling!&lt;br /&gt;ghost:yanyan?&lt;br /&gt;yanyan: yanyan!&lt;br /&gt;lingling: lingling?&lt;br /&gt;ghost: RAAAAWGHH!(whacks yanyan on head)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanyan: ouch!&lt;br /&gt;lingling: yanyan!&lt;br /&gt;yanyan: lingling!&lt;br /&gt;ghost: OKAY STOP IT ALREADY! (whacks yanyan on head again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanyan: (rising) you can kidnap my beloved, you can feed me icky spinach, you can even make me eat beef! but you CANNOT, i repeat you CANNOT! ...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanyan: whack my head twice. very painful you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ghost: (whacks own forehead in despair)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanyan: i'll get you yet! -flies up with amazing ghost powers, grabs lingling's hand, and runs around in circles-&lt;br /&gt;ghost: o.O&lt;br /&gt;yanyan: haha try and catch me!&lt;br /&gt;ghost: (stretches out one arm)&lt;br /&gt;yanyan: (crashes into arm)&lt;br /&gt;lingling: eh dont run around in circles you stupid!&lt;br /&gt;yanyan: okay laaa flying not so easy you know!&lt;br /&gt;lingling: you idiot, very easy la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lingling: (grabs yanyan's hand, flies up and out of the lair)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanyan: lingling! i didnt know you could fly!&lt;br /&gt;lingling: you dont need a plane to fly, plastic wings will make you cry, kites are made for windy days ...&lt;br /&gt;yanyan: okay la i get it lets go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lingling and yanyan ran around the world happily, holding hands. (they somehow forgot they could fly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL SO ACE CHINESE WITH MY WONDERFUL MELODRAMA SKILLS CAN!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-9194881941177386274?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/9194881941177386274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=9194881941177386274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/9194881941177386274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/9194881941177386274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-got-your-runaway-smile-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-4084567236535934385</id><published>2007-10-05T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T04:12:23.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my blog is like half dead! (attempts to revive by cpr, but fails)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MOODSWING REALLY BADLY ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like on the train home after geog, i was seriously depressed ): because i have 8/30 marks CONFIRMED totally GONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i didnt read the last page ): ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO SAD CAN. i was emo-ing all the way home! and i had this ): on my face, and was really really sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then when i alighted at my bus stop, the road was reaaally crowded because its friday and it was like around 1pm, so there were loads of cars driving off from the mosque next to the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and well i had to jaywalk across the road because there's no traffic light there or anywhere for the next half kilometre, so i chionged across the road with all the busybusy speeding cars zooming past!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I WAS LIKE SO HIGH AFTER THAT OKAY :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha its amazing what jaywalking across a busy road where the cars are going really fast can do for your mood! and i started singing along to my mp3 and the people walking past me must have thought i was totally crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a random post (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a teacher (i think it was msgrace!) said that nobody's going to remember what grades we got in five years time, and all we'll remember are the silly pranks we played and the stupid things we did. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was thinking like, what pranks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of the pranks i remember are played on me luh. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like when fionachew tricked me that yishan wore a motorcycle helmet and a long-sleeved shirt and track pants to rugby, and i excitedly asked 'really! what did mrtan say!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when fionachew tricked me into sweeping the redcross room for reasons unmentionable here (i will get like sued, dude)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when that fionachew made me go up and down and up and down the escalators at changi airport yesterday -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmpf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, there was that awesome april fools joke i played :D hacking elian's account and taking absolutely everything and leaving an apple inside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D :D applee! thats the best man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell. other than that i cant remember anyone who's been gullible enough to get pranked by me ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-note to self; must think of a good prank to play on fiona once eoys are over!-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-4084567236535934385?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/4084567236535934385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=4084567236535934385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/4084567236535934385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/4084567236535934385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-blog-is-like-half-dead-attempts-to.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-2837252184966606166</id><published>2007-09-22T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T20:37:15.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rawr i read this column in the new paper today where the writer complained about lending someone her book, and not getting it back for a really really long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so annoying right! she's totally right. when you lend someone something, there's always an unspoken &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;code of conduct&lt;/span&gt; that when you ask for it back, you'll get it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if you ask for it back several times and you still dont get it back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, its bad enough for the writer, because the book was hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what happens if its not even yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like half a year ago, a good friend recommended me this book, and i wanted to borrow it. his sister (in rg, whom i knew abit too) happened to have the book, so i borrowed it for like two days and returned it to her in class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was reading that book before training, and fiona saw me. so i started obsessing over how nice the book was and fiona said she had the sequel to it, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, being a nice person she lent it to me la :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and being a terribly obsessive person, i obsessed over the sequel to my good friend too, and after asking fiona for permission i lent it to him through his sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and up til now, like more than six months later, i still havent gotten the book back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been chasing alotalotalot okay. i asked her a few times, asked her classmate (a redcross junior) to help me ask her, asked her brother ALOT of times, and still nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont blame her brother la, like as he said: 'dont scold me, go scold (XXX). i ask her every day to bring that book, and every morning she doesnt.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its so, ugh! someone lent you a book that ISNT HERS, and you dont even bother to return it even though she chases so much! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a total loanshark okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and whats more, its not my book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(fiona if your comp is fixed and you're reading this, im sorry for not returning that book for sooo long ): )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makes me feel bad about acting like a loanshark and bugging people like that, and about not returning someone's book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like dude, dont you feel bad too! rawr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-2837252184966606166?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/2837252184966606166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=2837252184966606166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/2837252184966606166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/2837252184966606166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/09/rawr-i-read-this-column-in-new-paper.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-1464209587167206555</id><published>2007-09-14T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T05:02:58.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>growl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the math test today was horrible. i dontcare what people say okay it sucked ): i left like 10 marks worth of questions blank .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and teo!ch told us today that only one or two people who chose qing jing zuo wen passed. and the rest all failed. because like, alot of people li2 ti2 or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so its definitely not me la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit i cant afford to fail chinese this year la. why'd i choose qing jing laaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i so stupid! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some more i didnt do so well for the oral. UGH, WHY? ITS A STUPID PT, HOW HARD CAN IT GET?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and math- MATH? HOW CAN YOU BE ON THE BRINK OF FAILING MATH. its math, for goodness sake! MATH. one plus two DOESNT EQUAL FOUR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ss pt, god. i havent even started? and its 30 freaking %, and i still have no idea what im going to do. and its due in like less than two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and geog field report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why are you such a loserr ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;eoys are in three weeks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;msn forced me to sign up for windows live messenger, rawr. is &lt;em&gt;everyone&lt;/em&gt; against me today?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-1464209587167206555?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/1464209587167206555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=1464209587167206555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/1464209587167206555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/1464209587167206555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/09/growl.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-3409387341654134907</id><published>2007-09-09T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T07:19:36.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CORDIN BLEU AND LUCAS GABRIEL ARE &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3! &lt;3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love &lt;i&gt;i dont dance&lt;/i&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ashley tisdale=love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vanessa anne hudgens and zac efron= eww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like yeah i used to like zac efron but now he's just, ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they SO GAVE CHRIS WARREN JR WAAY TOO LITTLE AIR-TIME CAN! D: how could they! zeke&lt;3 &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all for one has SO MUCH less &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oomph &lt;/span&gt;than we're all in this together la. gross gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and again, i so dontlike v.a.h.! her fashion sense (or complete lack of it) is appalling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(during the show)&lt;br /&gt;zac efron: bet on it, bet on it&lt;br /&gt;my brother: IM TOO YOUNG! YOU CANT MAKE ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(when they were singing some song when VAH was leaving and zac efron was trying to stop her (GO WITH HER, YOU IDIOT. STOP POLLUTING OUR SCREENS!) )&lt;br /&gt;me: omg, what is she wearing! it looks like some toilet curtain.&lt;br /&gt;my brother: eh stop talking! everytime you comment on her she gets fatter and fatter! OMG SHE'S EXPANDING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-3409387341654134907?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/3409387341654134907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=3409387341654134907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/3409387341654134907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/3409387341654134907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/09/cordin-bleu-and-lucas-gabriel-are-3-3-3.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-4370750961283715808</id><published>2007-09-05T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T17:54:49.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:tahoma;font-size:100;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(139, 10, 80);"&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-4370750961283715808?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/4370750961283715808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=4370750961283715808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/4370750961283715808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/4370750961283715808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/09/bye.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-6932484471930401713</id><published>2007-09-03T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T03:38:26.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have a big angryface plaster on my foot! (so cute :D i want to buy more)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im quite pissed off at this woman )&lt; i went to buy takoyaki with my brother and sister today and the woman (NOT lady) at the counter was so so horrible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister wanted to buy tori-Q at the next stall, which cost 4.50, so she took out the money, then she asked my brother to hold the money for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, i ordered two octopus and one bacon&amp;amp;cheese takoyakis from the auntie, my brother standing beside me and facing the counter as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;auntie: huh?&lt;br /&gt;me: two octopus and one bacon and cheese. (i repeated)&lt;br /&gt;auntie: so three packets?&lt;br /&gt;me: yah.&lt;br /&gt;auntie: (scrutinising the money in my brother's hand, then looking up dismissively at me) not enough.&lt;br /&gt;me: huh? not enough what?&lt;br /&gt;auntie: not enough.&lt;br /&gt;me: (looking down at the counter) dont you have enough takoyaki balls?&lt;br /&gt;auntie: no, not enough. three packets 6.60.&lt;br /&gt;me: ... (opened my wallet and took out a fifty dollar note)&lt;br /&gt;auntie: (FINALLY took three packets of takoyaki and reluctantly handed it to me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE OMG? OMG OMG OMG?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot STAND this kind of people! HOW DARE SHE DISMISS ME LIKE THAT! D: D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tell you, when i get my credit card (once i get my ic, which is in a couple weeks) I WILL GO BACK THERE AND FLASH IT ARROGANTLY AT HER AND TOTALLY SNUB HER OKAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so pissed off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can she assume that i will order something without having the money to pay for it! chimpanzees have better manners than hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i looked at her nametag and i wanted to call up the takoyaki stall's boss and complain about her okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in my rage, i've forgotten her name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;annoying annoying annoying! rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is there no WORST SERVICE AWARD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-6932484471930401713?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/6932484471930401713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=6932484471930401713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/6932484471930401713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/6932484471930401713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-have-big-angryface-plaster-on-my-foot.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-8584971196993372283</id><published>2007-09-01T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T05:56:16.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IM STILL IN A ZOMGWTFBBQ KIND OF MOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i cant believe im sec 1 SL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like SERIOUSLY, DUDE? i never imagined myself as sec 1 sl! it was seriously unexpected la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when they announced my name, my mouth dropped open okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like, so sure i'd be in external affairs or external welfare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that im complaining, there are alot of people in ext affs and ext welfare and i dont really work well in bigbig groups, so =/ still okay la (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh! still in semi-shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, im &lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt; not the SL type!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLs are like, fangyi, or cherie, or nicole ma'am, or dawn ma'am, or yuenhung ma'am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yknow, like, GUAI. and nice, and sweet, and sugary and likee, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so not me, right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chloe started laughing when i went up -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha but not as much as chloe and i laughed when FIONA's post was announced!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, fiona as quarter mistress?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha! TOTALLY UNEXPECTED OMG?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D funny like anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fiona will clean the rooooom. :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and chloe is in ext welfare com! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and haha chloe made a very funny comment (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which i wont post here, because like if the juniors see it next year or something- (dumdumdumdum. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but TWO (not three!) clues! 1. sweets 2. canteen table (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(CHLOE! POST IT IN YOUR LJ :D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-8584971196993372283?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/8584971196993372283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=8584971196993372283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/8584971196993372283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/8584971196993372283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-still-in-zomgwtfbbq-kind-of-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-5832859867640221853</id><published>2007-08-30T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T04:35:44.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pick your birth month.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strike&gt;Strike&lt;/strike&gt; out anything that doesn't  apply to you.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Bold &lt;/b&gt;the five-ten that best apply to you.&lt;br /&gt;- Copy to  your own journal, with all twelve months under a lj-cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JULY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Fun to be with. Secretive.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;s&gt;Difficult to  fathom and to be understood. &lt;/s&gt;(im so sadly predictable ): ) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in  oneself. Has reputation.&lt;/span&gt;(albeit probably a bad one) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Easily consoled.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;s&gt;Honest.&lt;/s&gt; (heh!) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Concerned about people's  feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and  unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly.&lt;/span&gt; Not revengeful.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forgiving but never forgets.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;s&gt;Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things.&lt;/s&gt; (nowaaay:D) Guides  others physically and mentally. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sensitive and forms impressions carefully.  Caring and loving. &lt;/span&gt;Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. &lt;s&gt;Wary and  sharp. &lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Judges people through observations.&lt;/span&gt; Hardworking. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No difficulties in  studying.&lt;/span&gt;(yeah cause i dont study-.-) Loves to be alone. A&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lways broods about the past and the old friends.&lt;/span&gt;  Likes to be quiet. Homely person. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Waits for friends.&lt;/span&gt; Never looks for friends.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not aggressive unless provoked.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prone to having stomach and dieting problems. &lt;/span&gt;(D: how did they know) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to  recover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so cool, so many bolded things (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(dont have an lj so go to chloe or kailin's blog for the rest (: &lt;a href="http://saltylollipops.wordpress.com/2007/08/24/august-august-august-naaaah/#more-128"&gt;NAH.&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and music thing! i think nobody's going to guess, but whatever-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Put your playlist on random.&lt;br /&gt;2) Type out the first line of the first 15 songs you hit. DON'T CHEAT EVEN IF THE SONG IS EMBARRASSING YOU HAVE TO USE IT.&lt;br /&gt;3) Strike it out once people have guessed (correctly).&lt;br /&gt;4) Try not to google. ACTUALLY DON'T GOOGLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. four years you think for sure, that's all you've got to endure&lt;br /&gt;2. you are a getaway car, a rush of blood to the head&lt;br /&gt;3. you're going crazy, running on empty&lt;br /&gt;4. what'cha doing tonight, i wish i could be a fly on your wall&lt;br /&gt;5. were you born in '74, you're the kind of guy that i should ignore&lt;br /&gt;6. all alone in a room, think of you at a rate that is truly alarming&lt;br /&gt;7. you only hold me up like this cause you dont know who i really am&lt;br /&gt;8. hanging out behind the club on the weekend&lt;br /&gt;9. im walking on clouds now and the sky is falling all down&lt;br /&gt;10. got up on the wrong side of bed today, yeah&lt;br /&gt;11. i've been living with a shadow overhead (omg same as chloe!)&lt;br /&gt;12. waking up to find another day&lt;br /&gt;13. you've been waiting so long for me to answer your call&lt;br /&gt;14. right now he's probably slow dancing with a beach blonde tramp and he's probably getting frisky&lt;br /&gt;15. i cant get it back but i dont want it back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serious i bet alot will be unguessable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-5832859867640221853?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/5832859867640221853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=5832859867640221853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/5832859867640221853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/5832859867640221853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/08/pick-your-birth-month.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-878509756911023434</id><published>2007-08-28T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T06:18:13.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg for once in my life I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GET &lt;/span&gt;A MATH TOPIC! :D :D :D haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geometric properties of circles= :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually get it, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine, MOST parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andand today i spent half an hour thinking about how to prove that a triangle in a circle is equal to the angle of the tangent in the alternate segment AND I GOT IT :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like hahaha! i've been stupidly high ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though there's english expo tmr and fd accreds tmr HAAH im going to die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and fail and embarrass myself and like go jump off a building or something hmpf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean like, i havent done drill in months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh okay enough about drill and back to math :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM SO SAD THAT GEOMETRIC PROPERTIES OF CIRCLES ARENT BEING TESTED ): ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean like, fine, one less topic to study. BUT, i dont really get the hang of trigo! and i DEFINITELY dont understand radians. completely lost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i get geometric properties of circles okay :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe its cause these past few math lessons i've actually been paying attention! (+staying awake)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats cause jason!ng got me worried about my math grade, bleah ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he pulled me out to talk to me after class and was like, 'joyce, your math grades are steadily slipping. in term 1 it was like 2.8, term 2 2.4, and now you're barely passing and scraping a 2.0. and i've also noticed that you've been very distracted in class. whats the reason for this ah?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: huh? er no reason.&lt;br /&gt;j!ng: sure? there must be a reason right.&lt;br /&gt;me: err, no, no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then he talked about math clinic and how i didnt QUALIFY cause they didnt have enough space and they're only targeting people who failed, and i passed by 0.0000000(x infinity)1 %, so therefore i dont get to go for math clinic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-" bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye GPA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe i used to get 3.6 for math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind back to happy things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have i mentioned how much i like geometric properties of circles? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(im probably gonna regret saying this when i get back my eoy paper and realise that i've failed like all the geometric properties of circles questions. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyeh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random stuff. - I HAD FOUR FREE BLOCKS TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like omg what a waste of time. ugh. should totally have ponned school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and note to self; dont study alone at macs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(haaafreakymuch. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-878509756911023434?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/878509756911023434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=878509756911023434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/878509756911023434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/878509756911023434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/08/omg-for-once-in-my-life-i-get-math.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-6771653004380627691</id><published>2007-08-27T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T06:55:26.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAILIN (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(in case you read this)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-6771653004380627691?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/6771653004380627691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=6771653004380627691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/6771653004380627691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/6771653004380627691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-birthday-kailin-in-case-you-read.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-7616692446242505275</id><published>2007-08-22T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T06:01:23.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am freaking tired from training, although i really dont know why! i mean, i didnt do pt, (as usual) because my stupid knee really hurts when i run and jump and stuff nowadays, and i didnt do drill for parade prep. so i barely did anything physically exerting today, but im still so tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyeh i bet its all the stupid exams. mugging and mugging and mugging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i fell asleep in history! and actually at first quite alot of people fell asleep la, so bryden!chew was like 'eh why's everybody sleeping today?' and someone told him its cause we were all busy mugging for history. and later on i dont know why but the rest of the class woke up and i was still like, fast asleep (which explains why i dont know why) and the lesson was ending, and bryden!chew said "see, joyce is still fast asleep" and i really dont know why (again) but at the mention of my name i just like, immediately woke up with a jump. and bryden!chew was like abit taken aback and like o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chloe and i are EMCEES EMCEES whee :D pop is gonna be awesomezz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeaah this is a random blogpost because i am really bored and really dont wanna go back to doing homework and whatev. and also cause history is over, and the next upcoming test is chinese (haha whatever die already so like whocares!) on friday. and english and geog next week (%!#&amp;*$!#*% but whatever its NEXT WEEK so i'll save the panic for then) and YEAH. that basically leaves me with a little teeny bit of time to like, rest :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalalaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(end of random babble inaccurately termed a blog entry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(start of rant)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;graaaaaah. ): ): %#!#!(*%#!(*%)Y%!*#&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;%)Y*#&amp;!%!Y#*&amp;amp;HIEUFNKASJNCAKGR#IQYR#(&amp;amp;%#(*!$(#!(*#!&amp;$)!#%#!&amp;amp;!# grrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really really dontlike myself sometimes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant stand me, seriously. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, ugh! for once, could you &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; screw up something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and like yeah whatever, i made a mistake. so &lt;em&gt;freaking&lt;/em&gt; whaaaat. talk la, talk. whatever. probably deserve it or something, huh. but still. dont need to drag people into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its already annoying enough as it is la. and now its becoming majorly majorly annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;backoffzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and although the talk is annoying, like whatever. i know you have my best interests at heart, and its totally for my own good. but still! i feel so bad, zomg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, trying to get rid of someone just cause you perceive that person to be slightly detrimental to your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you dont necessarily have to like that person one teensy little bit, or even be the merest of acquaintances with that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its still wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the last time i did that? i remember (although i know you meant well) that you told me that if i continued hanging out with (that person) my social standing would drop like, alotalotalot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt so &lt;strong&gt;bad&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like XXX was remotely nice, okay =/ weird, but still, nice. i felt really bad having to like dao her and act so nonchalent. and be so &lt;em&gt;mean&lt;/em&gt;. like hello, XXX copied homework for me, and even helped me take notes while i was sick. and what did i do? be mean. borrow stuff from XXX, but just 'mm' in reply whenever XXX said anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, like, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so badd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that incident. like omg. it could have just been a small misunderstanding, you know? a tiny little thing that should have been THIS blown out of proportion. a teensy squabble. a blogpost that was never meant for your eyes. something that was taken far too seriously. and you just went along with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay not only that, you fuelled it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;and &lt;adfdhnvd&gt;it lost me a rl friend. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joyce ong, &lt;/s&gt;dyou know how horrible you are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and even &lt;em&gt;that other time&lt;/em&gt;. i lost a friend because of stupid greed, and because of stupidly trying to actcool in front of (cannot use the letters XXX again so i'll use) YYY. haah dream on! i bet YYY thought you were being stupid too. and you lost a pretty good friend, okay. &lt;u&gt;online friend&lt;/u&gt;, no doubt, and one that had tried to scam you before. but still, a friend. and a friend that forgave you after that, zomgtheguilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep using 'z's! why ah. i must be sleepy. even though its like only 8.30, bleah. (yknow like zomg, omgzz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;graah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the veryvery first person in question (i just realised i havent given that person a code yet so i'll use) ZZZ. (aah, the Zs! getting so sleepy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, so ZZZ may not be a friend. and you might feel totally awkward around ZZZ, but thats really no reason to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it'll still be talked about anyway, and will probably have even greater backlash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so whats the big deaaal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;at most, i transfer to hwachong la. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-7616692446242505275?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/7616692446242505275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=7616692446242505275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/7616692446242505275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/7616692446242505275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/08/rawr.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-3098414066745142889</id><published>2007-08-17T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T23:44:45.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>from chloe, cause she complained about me not blogging for so long (:&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ever been given an engagement ring?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like duh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.Last gift you received?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. should be the pretty earrings from pippy for my birthday :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.Ever dropped a cellphone?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alot! and not only my own, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.When's the last time you worked out?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does aces day count :D its so so so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.Things you spend a lot of money on?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im totally addicted to online shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6.Last food you ate?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mashed potato! (i made some to bribe my brother and sister to help me with  my math filing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7.First thing you notice about the opposite sex?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;height.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8.One favourite song?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many! okay hmm THE GREAT ESCAPE by boys like girls :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9.High school you attended?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not american, but sec school is rg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10.Cell phone service provider?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singtel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11.Favourite mall?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;online shopping pwns malls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;12.Longest job you had?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two weeks, tutoring my brother and sister for 20 bucks per 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;13.Do you own a pair of dice?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monopoly set :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14.Do you prank call people?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahem, yeah. during sleepovers or chalets (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;15.Last wedding you attended?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite a while ago in malaysia. (it was hot and stuffy and i had to wear some princess dress that was SO hot!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;16.First friend you called if you won the lottery?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know! i'd probably just look at my recent calls list and call whichever good friend called me last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;17.Favourite fast food restaurant?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kfc (cheese fries!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;18.Biggest lie you ever heard?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;19.Where's your favourite place to eat with friends?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orchard? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;20.Can you cook?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;21.Best kisser?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;22.Last time you cried?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i watched some movie on tv, cant remember which.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;23.Most disliked food?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;veggies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;24.What do you like most about yourself?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hoong asked me this question before -.-) i dont know! that i have really good friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;25.Thing you dislike most about yourself?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyeh i wouldnt say it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;26.Longest shift you worked in your life?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never really worked like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;27.Favourite movie?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;none i guess. but i want to watch 881!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;28.Can you sing?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes! very badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;29.One thing you never leave your house without?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;30.Last concert you attended?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant rmb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;31.Last movie you rented?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr bean's holiday :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;32.Favourite vacation spot?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go to japan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;33.Laptop or desktop computer?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desktop! cant stand laptop keyboards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;34.Favourite comedian?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;err. hossan leong? (we live in singapura!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;35.Do you smoke?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO! nonono! very very gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;36.Sleep with or without clothes?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;37.Who sleeps with you every night?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother and sister but on DIFFERENT BEDS OKAY dont think sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;38.Do long distance relationships work?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;39.Pancakes or french toast?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;french toast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;40.Do you like coffee?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caramel frappucino!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;41.How do you like your eggs?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a huge omelette with milk and ham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;42.Do you believe in astrology?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like to read it, but just for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;43.Last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;44.Last person on your missed call list?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some random number i didnt have on my contact list, and that havent gotten round to getting back to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;45.What was the last text message you received?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melvin, to say we're having dinner at heeren at 7.30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;47.What are you wearing right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;black tee and taonan shorts (i still love these)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;48.Pick a lyric:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;throw it away, forget yesterday&lt;br /&gt;we'll make the great escape&lt;br /&gt;we wont hear a word they say&lt;br /&gt;they dont know us anyway&lt;br /&gt;watch it burn&lt;br /&gt;let it die&lt;br /&gt;cause we are finally free tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;49.What kind of jelly would you like on your PB &amp; J?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, the purple kind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;50.Can you play pool?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little bit :D but i've only tried once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;51.Can you swim?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah :D havent swam proper laps in like years, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;52.Favourite ice cream?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new york cheesecake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;53.Do you like maps?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant read them!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;54.Tell me a random fact about yourself:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like pink! (okay thats not so random)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;55.Ever attended a theme party?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;56.What is your favourite season?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;winterr :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;57.Last time you laughed at something stupid?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do that really often! but i cant really remember anything recent. i remember laughing tons during  the last cmps meeting though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;yishan:&lt;/u&gt; no, like for example i added all the tripod contacts right, and one of them asked me for this odac girl's number so he could date her. and then we ended up talking, and theres just this kind of common bond thing because we're both in tripod!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;waiian:&lt;/u&gt;: (wiggles eyebrows)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;ms grace&lt;/u&gt;: (punches waiian on the shoulder lightly) stop it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;jolene &lt;/u&gt;(or someone): wake up, yishan, it was only cause he had an ulterior motive for talking to you. he wanted the girl's number!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;ms grace&lt;/u&gt;: if you put a boy and a girl together anything can happen la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;yishan:&lt;/u&gt;: no! as in sometimes he still asks like "how are you" or something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;me&lt;/u&gt;: err like hello, i BLOCK weirdos who keep asking me how i am. its so weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;jolene&lt;/u&gt;: joyce ong not everyone's as mean as you&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(after digressing along those lines for awhile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: eh what were we talking about again?&lt;br /&gt;jolene: yishan and that GUY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;58.What time did you wake up this morning?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;59.Best thing about winter?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNOW SNOW SNOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;60.Last time a cop gave you a ticket?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im like totally guai okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;61.Name of your first pet?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;62.Do you think pirates are cool or overated?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;63.What are you doing this weekend?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slacking, HAH :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;64.What do you want to be?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lawyer! or a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;65.Are you on a laptop?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;66.Are you smiling?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no! (puts on big frown)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;67.Do you miss someone right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;68.If you could go anywhere in the world where would you go?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;venice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;69.Are you in high school?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah im in the british version! (i think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;70.Do you have a crush?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;71.What's your favourite name?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. i dont know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;72.What colour is your bathing suit?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blue. (THE PINK ONE WAS OUT OF STOCK ): and i liked this design)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;73.Does your school start in August?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;january (booo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;74.Did you go on a vacation last month? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;75.Have you ever been on a cruise?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, but long ago. my parents went to take us on one in june but i was too lazy to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;76.Do you have a sister?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'rainbow!&lt;br /&gt;RED IS ANGER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Are you currently mad at someone?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Which of your family members has the worst temper?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Have you ever thrown something at anyone?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, during volleyball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Is anyone mad at you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Are you usually mad?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. When you're mad do you prefer to stare angrily or yell?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ORANGE IS EXCITEMENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Has anyone ever thrown a surprise party for you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no. ): ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. What event is coming up that you're most excited about?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the holiday on monday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. If you won a million dollars, what would be your first thought?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;%*&amp;#!%#$(#%#! omg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. If you could have anything right now what would it be?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YELLOW IS SELF DISCOVERY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Name&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joyce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Birthday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 july&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. What's your main goal in life?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Do you want to have children?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. When do you want to die?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREEN IS OPINIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Are you against gay marriage?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda creeps me out, but i've got no right to be against it. its their choice not mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Lower the drinking age?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah! wait, there's a drinking age?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Capital Punishment?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Abortion?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depends on whether its rape or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLUE IS LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Do you love someone?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friends and family but thats really it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Do you believe in love?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duh (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PURPLE IS Q &amp;amp; As&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q: How many beds did you lay in today?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4! my own, then i slept on my brother's cause my maid wanted to clean that part of the room, then my parents' cause my maid wanted to clean that other part too, then i went back to my sisters' cause it was nearest the door and my maid wanted to clean my parents' room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q: What colour shirt are you wearing?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q: Name one thing that you do everyday?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think! (i am a thinker okaay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q: How much cash do you have on you right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my wallet's upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q: Look to your left. What's there?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my phone and my printer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q: What's the last piece of clothing you borrowed?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q: What website(s) do you visit the most during the day?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;online shopping sites :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q: Do you have plants in your room?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope, but i have some outside my window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q: Does anything hurt on your body right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q: Recent time you were really upset?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PINK IS LAST (WHY WHY WHY PINK SHOULD BE FIRST ): )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Person you saw&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3 Movie you watched in cinema (we missing a question here?)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant remember! omg, was it that long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Song you listened to&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 in the morning by gwen stefani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Person you talked to on the phone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Did you notice that the question 2 was gone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, this is damn lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREY IS TODAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. What are you doing right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;answering this stupid long survey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. What are you doing tonight?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going for dinner with the tripod people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. What are you going to eat?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no idea! we're going to the village at heeren's though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BROWN IS TOMORROW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Which is also Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;no its not&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you looking forward to it?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to friday? i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Are you going to laugh?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, because HAHA I'VE FINALLY FINISHED THIS QUIZ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-3098414066745142889?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/3098414066745142889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=3098414066745142889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/3098414066745142889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/3098414066745142889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/08/from-chloe-cause-she-complained-about.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-654512565288590204</id><published>2007-08-09T05:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T05:29:22.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NATIONAL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;DAY (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time flies ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ndp 06 was like, a whole year ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kinda miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past year's kinda flown by?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still remember that night like it was a couple weeks ago or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;running and stumbling through the pitchblack passageway ; screaming and cheering at the top of our lungs; knowing that that would be a day none of us would readily forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;): ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems so recent la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but so much stuff has happened in between. and it still doesnt seem that long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(on another note, I DONT LIKE THIS YEAR'S SONGS.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cannot stand it la! especially the one kit chan sang. they're like praising so many other countries in OUR national day song can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohyes, and two skaters fell down! live on national television! damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;walao 1 year ago we were marching la&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;haha yeah. time flies right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;no it doesnt&lt;br /&gt;it goes straight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;omg, that has to be one of the lamest ever&lt;br /&gt;i dont like this year's songs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yah&lt;br /&gt;so bothersome to remember all the names&lt;br /&gt;bigben thames&lt;br /&gt;errr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;exactly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and it isn't emo at all&lt;br /&gt;which defeats the purpose of a NDP song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;like, its praising all those other countries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;in OUR national day song!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH MAN&lt;br /&gt;go bang their table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;call your gangt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-654512565288590204?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/654512565288590204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=654512565288590204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/654512565288590204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/654512565288590204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-national-day-time-flies-ndp-06.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-8735647075901710380</id><published>2007-08-05T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T06:27:55.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IM TOTALLY IN LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with betty crocker frosting! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha yay &lt;3 brought cookies for the children at AWWA on friday, and gary bought frosting. and the children only ate like half the frosting, so.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: i kope the rest of the frosting okay!&lt;br /&gt;gary: okay&lt;br /&gt;me: HUH serious?&lt;br /&gt;gary: but first you must admit that its nice!&lt;br /&gt;me: yay thank you! (runs off)&lt;br /&gt;gary: eh! you havent admitted that its nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay yeah fine! its not only nice, its totally amazing :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the kids at AWWA, they're so so so cute! i'd totally volunteer there if it wasnt all the way at amk ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ohwell. i love my group! &lt;3 &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our group presentation was quite -ahem- but whatever it doesnt matter cause i think we all had fun up there (: and the singing part was so malu! (terrence kept pushing the mike to me even though i didnt know the lyrics!) but it doesnt matter cause we all totally had fun la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the only explanation i can find-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;is the love that i've found ever since you've been around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;your love puts me at the top of the world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU GROUP ONE (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i love tripod!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for our group dinner :D will be so awesome to see everyone again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the lunch with michelle (to discuss tripod 08 08 08!) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;aand, life is a road i wanna keep going&lt;br /&gt;love is a river i wanna keep flowing&lt;br /&gt;life is a road, now and forever- a wonderful journey&lt;br /&gt;i'll be there when the world stops turning&lt;br /&gt;i'll be there when the storm is through&lt;br /&gt;in the end i wanna be standing at the beginning with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beginning-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of tripod 08! &lt;3 :D :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-8735647075901710380?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/8735647075901710380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=8735647075901710380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/8735647075901710380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/8735647075901710380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-totally-in-love-with-betty-crocker.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-4299026132121874453</id><published>2007-07-31T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T16:18:23.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am very, very annoyed for a number of reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, RIDICULOUSLY HORRIBLE national day music is blasting over the PA system, preventing me from sleeping. which is why im blogging now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly, we got kicked out of national day GOH flagbearing yesterday. actually, we were never in it. and we have this super strong feeling that we were totally saboed la. annoying waste of our time. like hello, i could have put those TWO GOOD FREE DAYS to much better use. PLUS, i missed cooking, and i'll have to make that up on ANOTHER good free day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thirdly, i stayed up damn late last night to chiong out the whole tripod script. like you know, im not going to care if anyone objects to what i wrote okay, because everyone else couldnt be bothered to do it and well obviously someone has to do it. and i bet everyone else had alot more free time than me okay? cannot stand it, ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fourthly, (i dont care if theres such a word or not) there's geog on friday and i havent started mugging. i didnt even do the formative la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fifthly, i got lost for over two hours in pasir ris yesterday. long story, bleah, but the point is that im tired. and cranky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the most RIDICULOUS version of 'di tanjong katong' is playing now. omggg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-4299026132121874453?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/4299026132121874453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=4299026132121874453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/4299026132121874453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/4299026132121874453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-am-very-very-annoyed-for-number-of.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-5983343363765148752</id><published>2007-07-27T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T21:59:56.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woke up in the morning to the sound of my phone ringing! (i must really get a shorter sms ringtone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha but it was nice waking up to birthday wishes :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(thank you gwen, teo sihui and elian!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesome, huh! only happens once a year and it rocks (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yingling just called me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hello joyce this is from all the people here at CAC wishing you a HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha :D &lt;3 yearmates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kinda regret not going for cac now but well =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;birthday celebrations later im so psyched :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cousins are over and my youngest cousin gave me the cutest pair of bears ever! and my other cousin gave me a very cute zip bag and two necklaces and a heart ring and a mini wallet! lovelove. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its raining now but whatever aint dampening my spirit :D going out in like an hour!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-5983343363765148752?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/5983343363765148752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=5983343363765148752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/5983343363765148752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/5983343363765148752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/07/woke-up-in-morning-to-sound-of-my-phone.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-2523524656094860496</id><published>2007-07-27T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T09:10:53.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[12:00:31 AM] + donkey num: happy birthday o-! ::D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[12:00:35 AM] + donkey num: i am so accurate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[12:00:37 AM] + joyce: thankyou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[12:00:38 AM] + joyce: haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[12:00:48 AM] + joyce: yeah my comp clock just changed to 12!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[12:01:03 AM] + donkey num: i know! i am like a clock!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[12:01:05 AM] + donkey num: :::D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[12:00:50 AM] + chibi!kaka: OKAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[12:00:50 AM] + chibi!kaka: IT'S MIDNIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[12:00:57 AM] + chibi!kaka: ALKHAERIUHAREHJEAI HAPPY FIFTEENTH              BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[12:01:01 AM] + chibi!kaka: NOW YOU'RE JUST AS OLD AS ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[12:01:03 AM] + chibi!kaka: : D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[12:01:06 AM] + joyce: thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[12:01:06 AM] + chibi!kaka: AM I FIRST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[12:01:07 AM] + joyce: : D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[12:01:08 AM] + joyce: haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[12:01:08 AM] + chibi!kaka: : D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[12:01:11 AM] + joyce: no you're second!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[12:01:13 AM] + joyce: after fiona (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[12:01:15 AM] + chibi!kaka: D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[12:01:18 AM] + chibi!kaka: haahah okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[12:01:19 AM] + chibi!kaka: x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[12:01:31 AM] + joyce: hahah (:&lt;br /&gt;[12:01:37 AM] + joyce: chloe is like, "D:"&lt;br /&gt;[12:01:45 AM] + donkey num: HAHA LAUGH AT HER!&lt;br /&gt;[12:01:50 AM] + donkey num: help me tell her that manu &gt;  chelsea!&lt;br /&gt;[12:02:13 AM] + joyce: haha tsk! taking advantage of the situation to propogate your football club&lt;br /&gt;[12:02:15 AM] + joyce: so immature : P&lt;br /&gt;[12:02:47 AM] + donkey num: isnt it propagate?&lt;br /&gt;[12:02:57 AM] + donkey num: hehhhhh and its not mine!&lt;br /&gt;[12:03:24 AM] + joyce: ee fine my spelling is lousy&lt;br /&gt;[12:03:37 AM] + donkey num: no lah&lt;br /&gt;[12:03:46 AM] + donkey num: you are just sleepy cos you always sleep so early -_-&lt;br /&gt;[12:03:52 AM] + joyce: haha&lt;br /&gt;[12:04:04 AM] + joyce: its not early, its like the normal stipulated time for a growing teen!&lt;br /&gt;[12:04:37 AM] + donkey num: whatever! ahaha go and sleep&lt;br /&gt;[12:05:01 AM] + joyce: haha okay byebye good night!&lt;br /&gt;[12:05:19 AM] + donkey num: goodnight :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-2523524656094860496?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/2523524656094860496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=2523524656094860496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/2523524656094860496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/2523524656094860496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/07/120031-am-donkey-num-happy-birthday-o-d.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-777661515784751253</id><published>2007-07-27T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T08:53:51.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am sleepy and bored ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but cannot go and sleep! because its FORTY MINUTES to youknowwhat (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, well, bored people do stupid things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've just read through ALL the archives of &lt;a href="http://sibehsibehsian.blogspot.com/"&gt;sibeh sian&lt;/a&gt;. its damn amusing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now i've got like nothing left to do, bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(nothing left to do then play with tarot cards la :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There’s a great deal of aggression on the horizon in your personal life today, Joyce! Under the auspices of the Tower, people are arguing and tearing each other apart on all sides... Your partner is troubled, your friends aggressive, and your family members unpleasant… With the Hermit symbolizing your state of mind, you prefer to keep a low profile and keep out of the way of such behaviors... Cut yourself off from the action and content yourself with watching the commotion from afar – it could prove to be very instructive… You're not the only person in the world who matters - and this is even more true at work. So why are you acting so superior? The Devil and the Tower are saying that your arrogance could isolate you from your colleagues and lead them to conspire against you to make your projects fail. You must consider others and not promote your own interests all the time. A little less ego … &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh. i couldnt be bothered to read the whole thing but i saw the words ego and agression. (sorry la, when im sleepy i practice selective reading and listening)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh i've been damn ego lately right. cough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agression. reminds me of today's tripod meeting! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was really fun (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bickered alot with gary and waiian. (i still dont know how to do the rubik's cube, and i dont care!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya i think i was just in the mood to whine and whine today. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my brownies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were eating them in the library okay. and librarians occasionally came to scold us but we continued eating anyway (albeit a little more discreetly) and im apparently supposed to bake apple crumble next week? -.- wl eh. hmpf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still thinking about what to bake next week for the children at AWWA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll just bake cookies, and bring extra for the rest of the group!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jinxing and gary tapao-ed back some brownies too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gary: 'i'll bring it back and give it to my mom and tell her HAPPY BIRTHDAY! coincidentally, it is her birthday.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;louisa and indriani: (hearing gary wrongly and thinking he was talking about me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'yeah, her birthday's tmr!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'aiyo like she wants her own cake for her birthday'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: (didnt hear gary just now but joining in and assuming it was me) walao eh gary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gary: huh? (confused for a while) im talking about my MOM you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, louisa, indriani: OHHHHHH-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay haha very weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my birthday's so common la. so many people have their birthdays on the same day as me or on the day before me! but nevermind(: my birthday still rocks yeah? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[09:46:32 PM] ` indRiani: i shall wish u a HAPPY BIRTHDAY in advance! haha (:&lt;br /&gt;[09:46:37 PM] + joyce: hahah thanks!&lt;br /&gt;[09:49:46 PM] ` indRiani: wish u good luck in everything u do(: and getting more n more prettier&lt;br /&gt;[09:49:59 PM] + joyce: lol. thank you!&lt;br /&gt;[09:50:36 PM] ` indRiani: u're welcome ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[09:05:08 PM] euu &amp; mie ? : j0yce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[09:05:15 PM] euu &amp;amp; mie ? : happie advanced b'dae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[09:05:26 PM] + joyce: haha thankyou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[09:05:48 PM] euu &amp; mie ? : may ALL ur wishes cum true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[09:06:06 PM] + joyce: thanks (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[09:17:10 PM] euu &amp;amp; mie ? : haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[10:22:46 PM] euu &amp;amp; mie ? : nitez chio bu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[10:22:59 PM] + joyce: haha good night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[09:30:52 PM] pAy i T bAck: joyce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[09:31:01 PM] pAy i T bAck: i wan to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY to U 1st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[09:31:08 PM] pAy i T bAck: wish all da way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[09:31:10 PM] pAy i T bAck: gob less&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[09:31:15 PM] pAy i T bAck: *god&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[09:31:19 PM] + joyce: haha thankyou! : D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my tripod group rocks :D Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they sang me a birthday song in the library today haha! (stupid waiian refused to sing but whatever (: ) and i cut my cake! (like literally, my cake) although it was just er cutting this small leftover chunk in half. but it was still cool la. unorthodox :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, cannot give all the credit to my tripod group alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[07:56:49 PM] eLiaN.: anyway i wish u early happy birthday la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[07:56:50 PM] eLiaN.: =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[07:56:58 PM] eLiaN.: in case my com crash and hp kenna stolen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[07:57:00 PM] eLiaN.: 0.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[07:57:02 PM] eLiaN.: which i hope not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay thats the early ones :D SEVEN MINUTES. -squeals-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-777661515784751253?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/777661515784751253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=777661515784751253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/777661515784751253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/777661515784751253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-am-sleepy-and-bored-but-cannot-go-and.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-6616822727747362894</id><published>2007-07-26T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T05:11:41.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is so annoying can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've JUST finished baking all the brownies for tmr's trip to AWWA, (plus alot of extras) and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the trip's been cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like hello, damn last minute can? utter waste of my time and money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what am i supposed to do with two huge batches of brownies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay WHOEVER WANTS BROWNIES TELL ME ASAP. first come first serve! i shall bring them tmr and give them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and well, MATH TEST TMR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joyce=dead (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why? cause i've spent my whole afternoon+ part of evening baking brownies, and havent mugged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what im here to do? no, its not to be guai and mug math. its to procrastinate and blog. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so, so hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, well. TWO MORE DAYS TO YOU KNOW WHAT :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so exciting huh :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because of that, and because there might be some people out there who havent gotten me presents (omg im so shameless) im going to put up my wishlist! (again.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;eh (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: left;" class="post-title"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SPT15  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S$24&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;USD16.20&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxaPpSOql2g/Rop0hwefnZI/AAAAAAAAAIg/8_5IIMHbuOM/s1600-h/SPT15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083003252738334098" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxaPpSOql2g/Rop0hwefnZI/AAAAAAAAAIg/8_5IIMHbuOM/s320/SPT15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://petalthots.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SMT09&lt;br /&gt;S$24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u7/petalthots/Daisy/SMT09a.jpg" height="441" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;To order: email &lt;a href="mailto:itz_fashion@yahoo.com.sg"&gt;itz_fashion@yahoo.com.sg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view &lt;a href="http://petalthots.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://petalthots.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;i feel like im doing some sort of advertisement but whatever. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;im totally addicted to online shopping okay. ): which is why im so so broke! (still another 33 bucks to pay!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;but nevermind, cause its my BIRTHDAY on saturday :D birthdays= money! yay yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;rest of WISHLIST! &lt;/b&gt;(from quite long ago!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;pink &lt;strong&gt;esprit a4 notebook&lt;/strong&gt; in taka! &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;em&gt;(i didnt get the esprit one, but my dad bought me a super cute pink strawberry shortcake one instead! &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;earrings&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;em&gt; (everyone's getting me earrings hahaha :D kailin, chloe, and hoong all got me earrings from newzealand/london. :D love you guys haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;new &lt;strong&gt;handphone strap&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;em&gt; (been wanting one for agess.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;new &lt;strong&gt;phone&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;em&gt;(:D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a &lt;strong&gt;mani&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;em&gt;(omg i just realised! i should drag fiona for a mani on sat! :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;caprii pants&lt;/strong&gt; from choccolut &lt;em&gt;(from metro!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TIRAMISU&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;em&gt;(yeah yeah! :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(new additions!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;necklaces&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(i've just realised that i have tons and tons of earrings, but only like five necklaces!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;those sweets that fiona has! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(they are so so addictive!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/RqiPG9uFVjI/AAAAAAAAAAc/vSWOlz4Aoo8/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 164px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/RqiPG9uFVjI/AAAAAAAAAAc/vSWOlz4Aoo8/s320/Image004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091476728552183346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the brand is IMPACT, and they're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;peach mints&lt;/span&gt; i think (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can buy me like 10 boxes haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone once told me (im pretty sure its jingles!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;birthdays are so exciting! i dont get why people like to play down their birthdays lor, to me birthdays are the most exciting days ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D YES! see :D im not the only one who thinks so!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-6616822727747362894?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/6616822727747362894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=6616822727747362894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/6616822727747362894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/6616822727747362894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-is-so-annoying-can-ive-just.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxaPpSOql2g/Rop0hwefnZI/AAAAAAAAAIg/8_5IIMHbuOM/s72-c/SPT15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-8582596624564802619</id><published>2007-07-25T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T21:57:53.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nyeh. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammit la im in no mood for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been having super long super realistic dreams these past couple nights, that i can totally remember super clearly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in the morning i wake up and i realise there's school, and i go ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to top it all off, there's a ton of work, a math test tmr, more tests coming, history pt draft due next week, ss pt and history pt to do, tons of cmps stuff and tripod stuff, and what am i spending my time doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playing fire emblem (haha see la chloe, your fault!) and reading blogs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sibehsibehsian.blogspot.com"&gt;http://sibehsibehsian.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; is damn funny. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. last training yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya. dont really wanna comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i mean like, i guess despite all the passes i've ever made at the ______ or the ________ or even _________ i guess i really kinda like it quite alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd be a radically different person if not for redcross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i discovered last thursday (but, well, forgot to say) that michelle (ong) and peishan are ex- rgsrcy-ians too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is really quite cool okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were in the cab and talking about random things (ie. waiian's crush on michelle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i sure hope waiian doesnt read this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us (aka me and jolene) : yeah, waiian totally crushes michelle.&lt;br /&gt;peishan: that's really very disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(after teasing waiian for awhile)&lt;br /&gt;peishan: in my cca last time there were alot of junior-senior crushes too&lt;br /&gt;us: really! what cca were you in?&lt;br /&gt;peishan: i dont want to say! im really embarrassed of it, cause the crushing was like really very rampant&lt;br /&gt;us: say la!&lt;br /&gt;peishan: but its so embarrassing&lt;br /&gt;waiian: is it red cross?&lt;br /&gt;peishan: yeah&lt;br /&gt;me: OMG?&lt;br /&gt;peishan: its really quite disturbing when you think about it la. all the juniors crushing seniors!&lt;br /&gt;me: (mouth drops open)&lt;br /&gt;waiian: HAHAHA joyce is in red cross too!&lt;br /&gt;me: yeaah.&lt;br /&gt;peishan: really?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(conversation progresses abit)&lt;br /&gt;peishan: actually i joined red cross also because of a senior i crushed lor.&lt;br /&gt;us: really?&lt;br /&gt;peishan: yeah. i was a national sailor okay, but then i crushed this senior so i joined red cross. the pe dept was like super pissed off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. (: and peishan told us that michelle used to be in red cross too, and that her batch was super un-redcross-y. like in jc they all joined super un-redcross-y ccas, not redcross-y stuff like interact or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, well. its like so qiao :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and we played alot of games that we played at tripod during last training yesterday. made me kinda miss tripod ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-8582596624564802619?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/8582596624564802619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=8582596624564802619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/8582596624564802619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/8582596624564802619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/07/nyeh.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-7275662722722806889</id><published>2007-07-25T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T06:02:25.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IM STRESSED. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-7275662722722806889?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/7275662722722806889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=7275662722722806889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/7275662722722806889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/7275662722722806889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-stressed.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-5175900625902332003</id><published>2007-07-21T22:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T22:59:55.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 MORE DAYS TO A VERY VERY SPECIAL DAY :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-5175900625902332003?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/5175900625902332003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=5175900625902332003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/5175900625902332003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/5175900625902332003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/07/ohyes.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-4386553352795286845</id><published>2007-07-21T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T03:23:44.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think the 100k movement is really quite cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its basically this thing where this group of christians aim to bless 100,000 people during the national day period, and like you can choose which blessings you want and the person who introduces you to it will pray for you throughout the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt really want to be involved in it at first, because im not christian and i dont really want to trouble people to pray for me or anything. but like well, every one else at today's group meeting was doing it and i didnt want to seem rude by insisting on not doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evan took me and janice, and i chose three things! wisdom/intelligence (MATH OMG.) , family health (my grandmother's been in hospital for surgery this past week), and friendships/relationships!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;janice chose inner peace and forgiveness, which really made me feel quite bad. cause the stuff i chose were kind of materialistic, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah if it actually works on next week's math test i might just start believing, dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay but i dont know. the prayer evan did for me and janice was really cool luh. a teensy bit freaky because it was so serious-like, but nevertheless, a lil inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and okay whateverrr i said the basic ideals didnt really make sense, i didnt say it was completely stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not making sense. super sleepy and incoherent. nyeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im in charge of bringing cookie dough for the kids at AWWA on friday! :D yay for cookies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill in any 24 friends :&lt;br /&gt;(in no particular order okay! put in whoever was at the top of my head)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;tan kailin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;chloe lim&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hoong yan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;phoebe sim&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;gayle tay&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fiona chew&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pippy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lim shi jean&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;eliz lee&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;anna lee&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;abby lee&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;chienming&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;jinxing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;terrence&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;teo sihui&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;indriani&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;irwan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;andy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cheang waiian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;stella chen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;jolene kua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;chua yishan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;quek jing xiao&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;rachel soh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.How long have you known #1?&lt;br /&gt;-since sec 1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Have you ever kissed #5?&lt;br /&gt;-ew no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Did you ever have a crush on someone in your top 24?&lt;br /&gt;-maaaybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Who is #22 to you?&lt;br /&gt;-cmps groupmate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Is #15 one of your best friends?&lt;br /&gt;-newfound tripod friend from vj :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Who do you hang out with the most?&lt;br /&gt;- #1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Would #8 and #4 make a cute couple?&lt;br /&gt;-no way lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Would you make out with #2?&lt;br /&gt;-NO WAY. im not les!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Have you seen #19 in his/her swimsuit?&lt;br /&gt;-i dont want to, omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Have you ever seen #16 drink?&lt;br /&gt;-uhhuh, drink water. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Have you slept in the same bed with #12?&lt;br /&gt;-no. like whats up with these questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.How often do you see #21?&lt;br /&gt;-every day in class? esp on tuesdays and thursdays, cmps meetings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Are you related to any of your top 24?&lt;br /&gt;-nope (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.Have you went shopping with #3?&lt;br /&gt;-of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.Have you danced with #6,and does he/she score as a good dancer?&lt;br /&gt;-haha once i think, when we were practicing chacha last year! cant rmb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.Who do you consider more of a friend? #11 or #21?&lt;br /&gt;-er dont know! havent talked to abby in quite long though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Has #7 ever seen you naked?&lt;br /&gt;-gross no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.Do #24 and #9 know each other?&lt;br /&gt;-i dont think so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.How did you meet #14?&lt;br /&gt;-tripod :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.What is #10's middle name?&lt;br /&gt;-ern hui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.Do you have any classes with #17?&lt;br /&gt;-hahah on thursday, for the tripod exchange programme!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.When was the last time you spoke to #13 in person?&lt;br /&gt;-today! tripod group meeting :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.Would #20 make a good bf/gf ?&lt;br /&gt;-NO NO NO NO NO. NO NO NO. how many more NOs must i put, omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.Does #18 have a bf/gf?&lt;br /&gt;-haha i dont think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.Will any of your top 24 repost this?&lt;br /&gt;-dont know! maybe chloe or kailin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.If you could date any of your top 24,who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;-im not obliged to comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.Can #19 sing?&lt;br /&gt;-no but she can perform WAYANG (waiian, wayang, get it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.Have you ever been to #16's home?&lt;br /&gt;-nope! her real home's in indonesia haha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.Have you met #6's parents?&lt;br /&gt;-i've seen her mom when i got a lift back once!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.Do you know everyone from your top 24?&lt;br /&gt;-duh much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid quiz, whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so terribly lousy at this Fire (something something) game chloe sent me, but its so addictive! so im just spending tons and tons of time on it redoing parts -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-4386553352795286845?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/4386553352795286845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=4386553352795286845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/4386553352795286845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/4386553352795286845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-think-100k-movement-is-really-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-5703541763748258892</id><published>2007-07-20T04:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T04:54:04.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>20 07 2007!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay nice date huh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tripod exchange!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it all went pretty well i guess (: went to telok kurau, hosted by mai, on thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we only stayed til 10.30, which is like two and a half lessons -.- like why's our school so ngiao la! and after that, michelle and peishan had to come down in cabs to escort us back to school lol -.- self-importance can be really amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to mai's class, and she's sec two! jinxin was with irwan, and we were in the same class. so both of us were like demoted to sec 2 haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first lesson was science! the teacher kept smiling at me o0 was a bit weirded out even though irwan warned me beforehand. talked abit with a nice girl called apribelle who sat next to me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second lesson was project work (but they all called it music) and i was totally bored cause my group was busy doing stuff and jinxin and irwan were in another group so i had like no one to talk to except this indonesian scholar who could barely speak english. okay whatever i shouldnt be so mean, since he was like one of the only ones who actually talked to me during that block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next was english! hahaha the most amusing lesson of the day. sat next to jinxin, and we were commenting on the teacher's pronunciation omg. or should i say, his "poper ponunciation" hahaha. ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hosted valerie today for RHD. valerie's nice yay :D and i went around in a stupid improvised sari. (badbad choice!) but ohwell, yes. valerie was a very nice buddy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then jingles, rachie, valerie, louisa and i went for lunch together, yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and went down for the recce trip just now with irwan, melvin, gary, andy and terrence. the kids at smiles are really cute :D esp the girl who kept hugging us! so cute (: she pulled irwan to a computer and jabbed his hand at some buttons, and she looked really happy to see his puzzled face :D i totally cant wait to go down to smiles for our welfare project :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously think that i'd be willing to volunteer regularly at smiles, if not for the fact that its all the way in ang moh kio -.- damn far from pasir ris! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwelll. group meeting tmr at 10am! yay :D might be going ice skating with irwan and some others too later haha :D and then mugging session with fiona at changi airport! yep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-5703541763748258892?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/5703541763748258892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=5703541763748258892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/5703541763748258892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/5703541763748258892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/07/20-07-2007-yay-nice-date-huh-d-tripod.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-2661378253079736653</id><published>2007-07-18T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T06:40:23.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>most malu thing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ever &lt;/span&gt;today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to support gym with fiona. we were basically quite bored la, and like the lighting was so bad there (wl, so inconsiderate! cant they spare a thought for people who want to do homework there!) okay JK whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh yep. so we couldnt really mug math like we originally planned to do (shh.) and although some parts were quite cool (ie the guys spinning themselves around on the log omg! damn cool :D) we were bored and went off with mavis to bishan stadium next door to slack :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes and anyway. onto the most malu thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically, i stole fiona's belt la. and i was holding it and said, 'okay, im going to mix our belts up, and if you can guess which belt is yours i'll return it to you'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fiona: okay. (closes her eyes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i ran off with her belt hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever i got my retribution okay. i ran outside the stadium, and walked abit. and then i heard running behind me, so i assumed it was fiona and mavis and i started running, and ducked into the nearest place i saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and like guess what- it was the stairwell to the entrance to the male toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND WORST OF ALL? the people running behind me werent fiona and mavis, they were two guys going to the male toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were staring and gaping at me la, and after that mavis said i probably had this guilty look because i stole fiona's belt and was expecting to see fiona. and they must have misread it and thought i was some kind of pervert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgg damn malu. the guys were pointing and looking super shocked and everything! okay that has got to be one of the most embarrassing moments ever okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, well. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tripod exchange tmr! psyched, really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-2661378253079736653?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/2661378253079736653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=2661378253079736653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/2661378253079736653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/2661378253079736653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/07/most-malu-thing-ever-today-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-2256594087250992365</id><published>2007-07-15T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T07:33:27.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;1. The phone rings. Who do you want it to be?&lt;br /&gt;XXX. (not gonna name!) ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When shopping at the grocery store, do you return your trolley?&lt;br /&gt;eh. no, heh (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you had to kiss the last person you kissed, would you?&lt;br /&gt;NO NO NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you play Sudoku?&lt;br /&gt;yes and i lose miserably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If abandoned alone in the wilderness, would you survive?&lt;br /&gt;i'd die die die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you like tongue rings?&lt;br /&gt;ew no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Could you ever date someone with different religious beliefs?&lt;br /&gt;yeah. im not that staunch a believer, really =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. Do you like to pursue or be pursued?&lt;br /&gt;be pursued =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Use three words to describe yourself at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;want to sleep. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do any songs make you cry?&lt;br /&gt;superman by five for fighting! the only one so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Are you continuing your education?&lt;br /&gt;duhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you know how to shoot a gun?&lt;br /&gt;do water guns count? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. If your house was on fire, what would be the first thing you'd save?&lt;br /&gt;my handphone i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Who were the last 3 people you shared a bed with?&lt;br /&gt;i think kailin and pippy! during some chalet sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What colour are your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. How tall are you?&lt;br /&gt;1.67! (I DONT CARE IF SEAN YEO SAYS 166, HE'S WRONG! ): )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What colour is your hair?&lt;br /&gt;black/brown/white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. If you could do it over again, start from scratch, would you?&lt;br /&gt;yeah! perfect things this time round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Have you ever taken pictures in a photo booth?&lt;br /&gt;do neoprints count! if so, yes, alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. When was the last time you were at the mall?&lt;br /&gt;saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Favourite ex?&lt;br /&gt;none in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you like mustard?&lt;br /&gt;im okay with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you prefer to sleep or eat?&lt;br /&gt;currently, sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you look like your mum or dad?&lt;br /&gt;dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. How long does it take you to shower?&lt;br /&gt;over half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Can you do the splits?&lt;br /&gt;ouch no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What movie do you want to see right now?&lt;br /&gt;none in particular!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Do you own a camera phone?&lt;br /&gt;yeah (who doesnt nowadays)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Was your mum a cheerleader?&lt;br /&gt;nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. How many hours of sleep do you get a night?&lt;br /&gt;about 6 and a half&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What do you buy at the movies?&lt;br /&gt;nachos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Do you wear your seatbelt?&lt;br /&gt;nope unless people ask me to ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;33. What do you wear to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;clothes la. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Anything big ever happen in your town?&lt;br /&gt;yaawn. western surveys -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Do you like your hair straight or curly?&lt;br /&gt;curly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Is your lip pierced?&lt;br /&gt;ew no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Do you like funny or serious people better?&lt;br /&gt;funny! like duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you like the rain?&lt;br /&gt;kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Ocean or pool?&lt;br /&gt;pool! cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. What's your favourite drink?&lt;br /&gt;honey milk tea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Do you need a bf/gf to be happy?&lt;br /&gt;nope, I AM HAPPY OKAY (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Do you like pink?&lt;br /&gt;no. -pause- im obsessed with it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;x = Somewhat&lt;br /&gt;xx = Greater&lt;br /&gt;xxx = Get me the %^#$ away nowwwww&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;[x] Achluophobia - Fear of darkness.&lt;br /&gt;[xx] Acrophobia - Fear of heights.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Agliophobia - Fear of pain&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Agoraphobia - Fear of open spaces or crowds.&lt;br /&gt;[xxx] Aichmophobia - Fear of needles or pointed objects.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Amaxophobia - Fear of riding in a car.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Androphobia - Fear of men. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#50b4a0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;[ ] Anginophobia - Fear of angina or choking.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Anthrophobia - Fear of flowers. &lt;em&gt;(i know, they're so pretty! but im scared of potential bugs inside)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;[ ] Anthropophobia - Fear of people or society.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Aphenphosmphobia - Fear of being touched.&lt;br /&gt;[xxx] Arachnophobia - Fear of spiders.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Arithmophobia - Fear of numbers.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Astraphobia - Fear of thunder and lightning.&lt;br /&gt;[xx] Ataxophobia - Fear of disorder or untidiness.&lt;br /&gt;[xx] Atelophobia - Fear of imperfection.&lt;br /&gt;[xxx] Atychiphobia - Fear of failure.&lt;br /&gt;[xx] Autophobia - Fear of being alone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;B&lt;br /&gt;[xxx] Bacteriophobia - Fear of bacteria.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Barophobia - Fear of gravity.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Bathmophobia - Fear of stairs or steep slopes.&lt;br /&gt;[xx] Batrachophobia - Fear of amphibians.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Bibliophobia - Fear of books.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Botanophobia - Fear of plants.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;C&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Cacophobia - Fear of ugliness.&lt;br /&gt;[xxx] Catagelophobia - Fear of being ridiculed publicly.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Catoptrophobia - Fear of mirrors.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Chionophobia - Fear of snow.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Chromophobia - Fear of colors.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#50b4a0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;[ ] Chronomentrophobia - Fear of clocks.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Claustrophobia - Fear of confined spaces.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Coulrophobia - Fear of clowns.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Cyberphobia - Fear of computers.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Cynophobia - Fear of dogs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Dendrophobia - Fear of trees.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Dentophobia - Fear of dentists. &lt;em&gt;(i like dentists!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Domatophobia - Fear of houses.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#50b4a0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;[xx] Dystychiphobia - Fear of accidents. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Ecophobia - Fear of the home &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#50b4a0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;[ ] Elurophobia - Fear of cats.&lt;br /&gt;[xxx]Emetophobia - Fear of vomiting.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Ephebiphobia - Fear of teenagers.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Equinophobia - Fear of horses.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;G&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gamophobia - Fear of marriage.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Genuphobia - Fear of knees.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Glossophobia - Fear of speaking in public.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gynophobia - Fear of women.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;H&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Heliophobia - Fear of the sun.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Hemophobia - Fear of blood.&lt;br /&gt;[xx] Herpetophobia - Fear of reptiles.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Hydrophobia - Fear of water.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Iatrophobia - Fear of doctors.&lt;br /&gt;[xxx] Insectophobia - Fear of insects. &lt;strong&gt;(&lt;em&gt;i'd put 50 x's if i could!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;K&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Koinoniphobia - Fear of rooms.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;L&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Leukophobia - Fear of the color white.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Lilapsophobia - Fear of tornadoes and hurricanes.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Lockiophobia - Fear of childbirth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;M&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Mageirocophobia - Fear of cooking.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Melanophobia - Fear of the color black.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Microphobia - Fear of small things.&lt;br /&gt;[xx] Mysophobia - Fear of dirt and germs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;N&lt;br /&gt;[xx] Necrophobia - Fear of death or dead things.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Noctiphobia - Fear of the night.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Nosocomephobia - Fear of hospitals.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;O&lt;br /&gt;[xx] Obesophobia - Fear of gaining weight.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Octophobia - Fear of the figure 8.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#50b4a0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;[ ] Ombrophobia - Fear of rain.&lt;br /&gt;[xxx] Ophidiophobia - Fear of snakes.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Ornithophobia - Fear of birds.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;P&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Papyrophobia - Fear of paper.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Pathophobia - Fear of disease.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Pedophobia - Fear of children.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Philophobia - Fear of love.&lt;br /&gt;[xx] Phobophobia - Fear of being afraid. (&lt;em&gt;sounds so cute hahah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;[ ] Podophobia - Fear of feet.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Porphyrophobia - Fear of the color purple.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Pteridophobia - Fear of ferns.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Pteromerhanophobia - Fear of flying.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Pyrophobia - Fear of fire.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;S&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Scolionophobia - Fear of school.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Selenophobia - Fear of the moon.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Sociophobia - Fear of social evaluation.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Somniphobia - Fear of sleep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;T&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Tachophobia - Fear of speed.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Technophobia - Fear of technology.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Tonitrophobia - Fear of thunder.&lt;br /&gt;[xx] Trypanophobia - Fear of injections.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;V-Z&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Venustraphobia - Fear of beautiful women.&lt;br /&gt;[xx] Verminophobia - Fear of germs.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Wiccaphobia - Fear of witches and witchcraft.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Xenophobia - Fear of strangers&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Zoophobia - Fear of animals &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-2256594087250992365?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/2256594087250992365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=2256594087250992365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/2256594087250992365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/2256594087250992365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/07/1.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-6951560275902195788</id><published>2007-07-14T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T04:23:30.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TRIPOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paying it forward! ♥ ♥ ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love love love tripod! :D tripod's been the best camp everrr. with the most awesome people and the most awesome programme and the most awesome objectives. and the most awesome success, of course :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tripod's seriously been the best camp i've ever been to. exceeded ALL of my expectations(: and i really had very high expectations already okay, so you can imagine how much tripod rocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've had the most amazing time ever, and this has left such a superbig impact on me la!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tripod! &lt;strong&gt;PIF&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously think this has made a HUGE difference. its changed my views quite abit la, and taught me alotalot of things (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i loved every minute of it! and every one in there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GROUPONE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;waiian teosihui indriani louisa janene mai andy terrence jinxing irwan melvin gary evan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you guys ROCK. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best people ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was such a hugee difference between precamp and camp la (: camp was so so so much better and more amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the icebreakers. the night games. the VWO visit. the amazing race. the sea snakes. the pay it forward movie. the talk by 77th street. the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all the games and all the talking over all the meals. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loved every moment of everything! i HEARTx3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;north south east west- who's the best!&lt;br /&gt;group one &lt;em&gt;uno&lt;/em&gt;, we're the best :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course, michelle, the best chairperson and organiser and liason-er EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so love michelle for letting us be in this camp, even if we only found out about it like two days before the precamp. and she's so incredibly nice and helps us so much! and of course, k'tan rocks, for telling us about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully we can totally pay it forward with &lt;strong&gt;TRIPOD'08&lt;/strong&gt;! :D or otherwise known as our cmps project- PROJECT MOSAIC. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so glad nearly everyone in my group signed up for mosaic orgcom :D lovee groupone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im totally psyched about the exchange programme on thursday, and the CIP stuff coming up, and the closing ceremonies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, im more psyched about tripod'08 but thats still a long way to come :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe it la. three days went by SO fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tmr i'll be in school again. but not with tripod people ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pay it forward (:&lt;br /&gt;x3 x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(if its still not obvious enough, x3 is a sideways heart symbol :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I ♥ TRIPOD.&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(will blog a long detailed post about all the amazing events when&lt;/span&gt; im not so tired :D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-6951560275902195788?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/6951560275902195788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=6951560275902195788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/6951560275902195788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/6951560275902195788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/07/tripod-paying-it-forward-y-y-y-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-4030880906220841304</id><published>2007-07-13T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T01:19:36.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im in school and tripod's starting in less than an hour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and stupid stella is sleeping so here i am blogging :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we didnt get in for cmps. which was totally expected so whatever yeah (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda sad though. like we worked our butts off and we arent even in the top10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah but then again, it doesnt really matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause at the end of the day, its not the title that matters. its the process and the outcome :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since our process rocks so much already (minus the hellish work) i guess it was like worth it la :D least i can say cmps was fun this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep and hahaha outcome! i hope tripod's gonna rockk. that'll be an awesome outcome. and i hope our intended product (whatever we change it to) rocks tooo! yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see i am so optimistic right. i rock :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i forgot to pack my toothbrush and toothpaste. -.- HOW GROSS IS THAT. but its okay cause stella thankfully reminded me when we were in orchard just now, and i BOUGHT one from guardians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stella: i bet you think you're too elite to brush your teeth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ewww. hahaha gross la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep. hah :D omgg. tripodd!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-4030880906220841304?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/4030880906220841304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=4030880906220841304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/4030880906220841304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/4030880906220841304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-in-school-and-tripods-starting-in.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-5508179297612130804</id><published>2007-07-12T15:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T15:15:49.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GONE TIL SUNDAY :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-5508179297612130804?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/5508179297612130804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=5508179297612130804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/5508179297612130804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/5508179297612130804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/07/gone-til-sunday-d.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-4660580213746214687</id><published>2007-07-12T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T04:33:05.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nyeh im so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just spent one and a half hours queueing for DONUTS with phoebe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like god! wow. especially when there's tripod tmr omgomgomg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw the donuts are damn good :D but they ran out of double chocolate JUST when it was our turn. like what the hell, can you believe it! just our luck la ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwelll the rest are really really good too :D strawberry white chocolate is love!&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt; Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as i said, TRIPOD TMR! whee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's still the surveys to rush out though, omgg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep and i need to pack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh im freaking out ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and bio spa- DONT WANNA TALK ABOUT IT. ): all i can say is, there goes 10% of my bio grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay BACK TO CMPS. (again.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tripod oughta be good to make up for all this work we're doing(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-4660580213746214687?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/4660580213746214687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=4660580213746214687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/4660580213746214687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/4660580213746214687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/07/nyeh-im-so-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-5649347586324139320</id><published>2007-07-11T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T04:41:39.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 people you last met :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. my family, since im at home?&lt;br /&gt;2. chloe&lt;br /&gt;3. fiona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 places you went today :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. school&lt;br /&gt;2. training!&lt;br /&gt;3. home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 things you did today :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. went for training!&lt;br /&gt;2. school dental appointment&lt;br /&gt;3. ran through the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 songs you listened to today :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. never again- kelly clarkson&lt;br /&gt;2. like a boy- ciara&lt;br /&gt;3. he said she said- ashley tisdale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 things you wish you did today :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. pack for tripod (two dayss!)&lt;br /&gt;2. not laugh so much during training&lt;br /&gt;3. charge my phone before going to school, nyeh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 things you do when you are really stressed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. chiongchiongchiong and dont think.&lt;br /&gt;2. MAPLE. (it really helps okay, its such a wonderfully mindless thing to do)&lt;br /&gt;3. lie down on my bed and blast music :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 things you like to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. shop!&lt;br /&gt;2. talk/laugh!&lt;br /&gt;3. buy pink stuff :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 favorite fruits?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. durian!&lt;br /&gt;2. cherries!&lt;br /&gt;3. watermelons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 things you are addicted to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. sliding my new phone. (opencloseopencloseopenclose!)&lt;br /&gt;2. strawberry yoghurt!&lt;br /&gt;3. stupid songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 favorite hobbies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. shopping!&lt;br /&gt;2. maple. =/&lt;br /&gt;3. dooodling. (okay not really a hobby but whatever:D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 plans for next 3 weeks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. TRIPOD.&lt;br /&gt;2. cmps (aka MORE TRIPOD.)&lt;br /&gt;3. more mugging with fiona :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 people you last called:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. jolene&lt;br /&gt;2. michelle&lt;br /&gt;3. evan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Things You Are Wearing Right Now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. shorts&lt;br /&gt;2. shirt&lt;br /&gt;3. plaster on my leg! ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Things You Want in &lt;del&gt;a&lt;/del&gt; any Relationship:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. initiative&lt;br /&gt;2. total commitment!&lt;br /&gt;3. humour :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-5649347586324139320?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/5649347586324139320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=5649347586324139320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/5649347586324139320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/5649347586324139320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/07/3-people-you-last-met-1.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-7378141754507213483</id><published>2007-07-10T01:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T01:57:25.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>surveys are so annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my grandmother's going for an operation in a couple days' time, so the hospital was asking her some questions for a survey la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hospital person: do you think that you are healthier than most people your age?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grandmother: how would i know? i dont know alot of other people my age, and of course i dont go around asking random people that look the same age as me 'are you more unhealthy than me?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hospital person: do you think that you are healthier or less healthy than you were one year ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grandmother: excuse me? if i was healthier than i was one year ago i wouldnt be going for an operation right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha okay whatever damn cute. i'd love to see the hospital person's face man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of surveys- CMPS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omggg. i am so looking forward to tripod. its all im thinking about these days la. tripod tripod tripod! its all im thinking, talking, doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im totally &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;plowing &lt;/span&gt;through this week for the tripod camp at the end la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so exciting la please! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet tripod's gonna be damn funn. esp with our cmps group la hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my cmps group rocks. MOSAIC :D &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are like the lamest people ever okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yishan: OUR GROUP IS TOO LAME FOR NUTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiian: i hobble on one foot to eat my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;acorn&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 lame 4 nuts! should totally be our slogan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha like seriously la :D a typical cmps meeting would always have me and stella with our heads on the table, trying to muffle our hysterical laughter, yishan and jolene laughing at us and and waiian yelling at the rest of us between laughing fits, 'do cmps!'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh but then again. today i was telling yishan and stella that my tripod group was going to sing 'yue liang dai biao wo de xin' and other stuff for the people at the old folks home la, and waiian was gonna play the guitar for us (if she comes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stella: WHAT? you want them all to die early from listening to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sing&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yishan: all the old people will get a HEART ATTACK and die la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wl -.- i hereby conclude that yishan and stella suck and cannot appreciate my singing. that leaves me, waiian and jolene who rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: doesnt matter if you cant take part in the activities la! you can come and take notes for us and sit around watching and taking notes so we dont have to! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolene: IM SO SURE LA. i am like totally enthusiastic about the idea of sitting around taking notes for you all. (sarcastic tone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmpf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay jolene sucks too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiian sucks the most. stupid girl BIT me today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiian: im hungry!&lt;br /&gt;me: i have samosas in my bag but there are so many teachers around!&lt;br /&gt;waiian: aww.&lt;br /&gt;(later)&lt;br /&gt;waiian: (leaning on me) (BITES me)&lt;br /&gt;me: OW!&lt;br /&gt;waiian: but im hungryy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the hell!-.- later i turn into a werewolf okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore, my whole group sucks except me. but my group rocks overall, so that means i must rock alotalot to make up for their suckiness :D i know i rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post has no point except to feed my ego :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except here&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; a point&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;and another point&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg this post is so pointy!   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.  .  .&lt;/span&gt;  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-7378141754507213483?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/7378141754507213483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=7378141754507213483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/7378141754507213483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/7378141754507213483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/07/surveys-are-so-annoying.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-5383982136709022241</id><published>2007-07-09T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T03:48:59.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nyeh nyeh. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah la, i have FINALLY finished my ss :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so annoying that michelle ng gives us so much homework ): on one hand, its good la, cause we learn. but on the other hand, SO MUCH WORKK. hmpf. i think i prefered c.c., ponning and all. but well, too bad, he's gone, and michelle ng is quite nice la, so whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've just finished the mini report on the tripod pre-camp. its kinda scary how our problem is so real, yknow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hahah to be honest this kind of thing does kinda bring out the elitist side in you (esp when you're with someone like stupid waiian! see la must be her fault, influence me :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-5383982136709022241?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/5383982136709022241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=5383982136709022241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/5383982136709022241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/5383982136709022241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/07/nyeh-nyeh.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-5137972365186939769</id><published>2007-07-08T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T03:53:34.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy birthday elian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so totally bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from chloe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mingle2.com/blog-rating"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" alt="Online Dating" src="http://mingle2.com/img/bb/blog_rating/pg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now for quizzes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BACKGROUND: url(http://mingle2.com/css/img/quiz/badge2_orange.jpg) no-repeat left top; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; WIDTH: 84px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; HEIGHT: 116px; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://mingle2.com/geek-quiz"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: left; WIDTH: 10px"&gt;&lt;em style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;1% Geek&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="DISPLAY: block;color:#fff;" &gt;1%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol one percent. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="DISPLAY: block; PADDING-LEFT: 17px; FONT-SIZE: 30px; BACKGROUND: url(http://mingle2.com/img/bb/blog_addiction/badge.jpg) no-repeat; WIDTH: 286px; COLOR: #d64b32; PADDING-TOP: 50px; FONT-FAMILY: Times New Roman, sans-serif; HEIGHT: 128px; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://mingle2.com/blog-addiction"&gt;44%&lt;span style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;How Addicted to Blogging Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i think i have like nothing better to do! yawn. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-5137972365186939769?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/5137972365186939769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=5137972365186939769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/5137972365186939769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/5137972365186939769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-birthday-elian-i-am-so-totally.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-7650510798967538828</id><published>2007-07-07T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T04:55:21.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have a new phone! :D a 3G music sliding one :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay. its white, FOR NOW(: im gonna go shop for a pretty pink skin next week, yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopping with my parents is quite amusing sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mummy: joyce, you must really learn to control your spending. want this, want that. spend so much at mango! and you chose such an &lt;em&gt;expensive&lt;/em&gt; phone! you see la, even i only wanted the much cheaper model at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddy: but you bought the &lt;strong&gt;same&lt;/strong&gt; phone as her in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mummy: thats cause she influence me mah! her phone's so nice so i buy one for myself too lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. -rolls eyes-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw geog trip to labrador park today was cancelled. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(although that means we'll have to go another day, nyeh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously thought it started at 8.30! so my dad drove me to school at 8.20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it actually started at 8.00! oooops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah THANKFULLY they cancelled it due to the heavy rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so waiian and i went for the tripod pre-camp instead! :D which was awesome awesome awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think tripod was seriously a lucky break for us la. like its a really cool coincidence that people have so many ideas SO similar (almost exactly the same omg!)  as us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the whole thing seems really well planned and michelle is so nice :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im in team 1 with waiian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(unfortunately hahaha this is bringing out the elitist side in us)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we are seriously sensing the elitism problem. so much proof okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think today was really really productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND i think tripod's gonna be amazingly fun. :D yep. whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the school exchange programmes sound SUPER fun! (we thought of that TOO okay! this is so so so cool. its like them taking all of our brainstormed solutions and putting it ALL together into a huge thing!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like gosh wow :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but they're having a amazing race too. which is our intended plan of action ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we dont really want to repeat what they did. so maybe we'll have to change our plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR, we could come up with a much larger scale one, and totally focus on the race, instead of them focusing on so so many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah see how luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the meantime, yay. next friday-sunday is the camp! and next thursday and friday is the school exchange programmes. and of course there's the CIP stuff over the next few weeks. (man im going to be busy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw i think its really cool that we can participate in this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, its such a cool event! (because hahaha, we thought of all these things, and our ideas must be awesome la!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly, RGS students were originally forbidden to take part in the thing(: except odac la, they're hosting the camp and everything, and in charge of the camp. BUT, we're going to be the research arm in the tripod project! :D so we're allowed to take part in it AWESOMEE:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first k.tan totally wouldnt let us be participants. and then we agreed to just be observers (although that sounded DEADLY boring and incredibly awkward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then later we talked to michelle (the chairperson of the tripod organising team) and she was like, 'huh? but wouldnt it be very weird if you all didnt participate and just went around staring at people' (or something to that effect)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we were all, 'YES! WOW WE'RE SO GLAD SOMEBODY IN THIS ROOM FINAAALLYY SEES THAT!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes :D wooh. so hahaha we got our way. it means alot more commitment and alot more work but whatever it means alot more fun, too! lalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay YES my cousin wants to play -.- nyeh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-7650510798967538828?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/7650510798967538828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=7650510798967538828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/7650510798967538828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/7650510798967538828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-have-new-phone-d-3g-music-sliding-one.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-2622124349522067782</id><published>2007-07-05T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T06:03:12.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there are no cats in america, and the streets are paved with cheeeeese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep singing these two lines today la :D lalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoongyan's gone for two weeks to irelandd! (she just smsed me, meaning she's going on the plane soon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYE HOONG. we'll all totally miss you (although you're not gonna read this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep. anw i have so much stuff to do luh ): but nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think we didnt get in for cmps. but its okay la (: like ms grace said, we're not really ready, and if we had gotten in there'd be a hell lot of work to do. yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its okay la! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah i mean, it would have been nice if we had gotten in, but well considering we didnt do any work over the june holidays, what do you expect (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think we did put in quite alot of effort though. just that the effort was like, CHIONGED. im pretty sure if we put in that hell lot of effort and spread it out over the june holidays, we'd have gotten in. yep. hahah but its okaaay! we did okay considering we had a handicap of over a month. (damn the june hols) but whatever. :D our project will still be awesome-ly fun. there's the tripod thing next week now omg it sounds COOL okay:D seriously hope it is. cant go for the pre-camp (WHYYY ): stupid labrador park, WHYWHYWHY. if it wasnt part of our GPA i would totally pon.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;week 5. omg omg i cant believe its so soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three more weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know if we're ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i know we can do it if we try together(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really! i have this awesome feeling that we're gonna do it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah and combined training. definitely gonna be fun! (of course what, got me. :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep. damn this is exciting (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been like what we've been waiting for all this time? and i think alot of us dont know if we're ready, but most of us have this gut feeling we can do it :D and we can! i know we can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and esther asked me to be pt ic with her yesterday. i kept screwing up! heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kept saying 'exercise cut', forgetting that we were supposed to say 'hand/leg/whatever change'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and like no, i wasnt trying to prematurely end pt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah i shouldnt have gone 'omg sorry' and that kind of thing so loudly. =/ aiyaa. im like, hopeless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep anyway KUDOS :D to.. fiona! for sending me that reflexive arcade thing omg :D im hooked on playing full versions now hohoho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-2622124349522067782?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/2622124349522067782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=2622124349522067782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/2622124349522067782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/2622124349522067782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/07/there-are-no-cats-in-america-and.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-952428419654982328</id><published>2007-07-02T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T04:59:46.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mugged at changi airport this morning with fiona:D and then we went to tm to watch nancy drew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mugging was quite productive. hopefully we'll do well for tmr's math test luh! GOOD LUCK EVERYBODY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah i have like never ever devoted an entire morning to mugging before. super tiring i can tell you that-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes and we went to the airport staff canteen to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT BROUGHT BACK SO MANY MEMORIES LA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was young my family ALWAYS used to go to the airport staff canteen &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;just &lt;/span&gt;for the AWESOME Y duck rice there. i still kinda remember the owner's face, and the super super nice sauce and duck gizard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately the owner's changed ): the duck rice we ate was like average lah, and the soup tasted weird and the rice was too peppery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and changi airport was super cold =/ maybe its cause it was in the morning or something, but i was totally freezing even though i was all zipped up in my jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: SO COLD! i should have worn full length jeans instead of these caprii jeans&lt;br /&gt;fiona: i thought caprii was three quarter? yours is half!&lt;br /&gt;me: ohyeah. err. what do you call half-jeans?&lt;br /&gt;fiona: clown pants!&lt;br /&gt;me: WHAAT! no such thing lah, clown pants are like, shorts.&lt;br /&gt;fiona: no, shorts go down to your thighs. clown pants just barely touch your knees, which is what your jeans are doing.&lt;br /&gt;me: no i refuse to believe im wearing clown pants! they are JEANS! half-jeans!&lt;br /&gt;fiona: no such thing as half jeans lor! aiya i think theres no proper term yet. invent your own la.&lt;br /&gt;me: okay then i will call them JOYCE JEANS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha okay whatever super spas. anw then we went off at 1pm to watch nancy drew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we reached GV at 1.30, which is when the movie was supposed to start. BUT, there was a super super long queue, which we totally should have pre-empted -.- since the last time we wanted to go for a movie at tampines, we faced a super long queue too and ended up missing our movie and not watching anything at all. (next time MUST remember to pre-order tickets!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah well anyway we missed the 1.30 show (obviously!) but there was a 3.30 show :D so we caught that instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah and the two hours (okay about one and a half hours, since we spent so long queueing) was spent doing really spastic things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fiona wanted to go do that painting thing, like the kind that little kids do. buy a picture, fill in the colours, and get it dried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the whole corner was filled with little kids, and we didnt want to go embarrass ourselves and intrude on the little kids' fun =/ so we gave that up and went to toys r us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah we kept doing stupid stuff and then asking each other, 'HOW OLD ARE YOU!' (it was mainly FIONA doing the childish things okay! not me! -looks innocent-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes and in the barbie section (hahaha my favorite) we found this BIG hot pink &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;feather boa&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i put it on and was like yay! love feathery things. and then fiona made me wear a feathery princess tiara and i took a feathery purple purse and posed for a picture. hahah:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fiona: i shall put this on my blog and tell everyone, now you know what to get joyce for her birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like lol. okay and then we went to metro because its having a closing down sale! everything no less than 50% off! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, i was really broke today and only had 30 bucks -.- because SOMEONE (ahem phoebe sim ahem) borrowed 45 bucks from me to pay for her track thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah well so not enough for both a movie and eating AND shopping ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we were playing around anyway la, and we were at the cosmetics section. (because fiona got bored of the toys section -.-) so then we found this temporary hair dye that i bought previously for totally more than they were selling it now! felt so cheated ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah then fiona coloured a pink streak in my hair and took a photo of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we were playing with eyeshadow, and i put on this thing i THOUGHT was pink eyeshadow (THE BIG SIGN SAID EYESHADOW OKAY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but unfortunately it was really blusher -.- (what the hell how was i supposed to know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so basically it was really bright and looked extremely overdone (duh, its blusher.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i was wearing a bit of eyeshadow la but it was light pink and not very obvious so we wanted to make it hot pink to match the streak in my hair)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah well then i attempted to balance off the hot pink eyeshadow by putting on (less hot) pink blusher on my cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG MISTAKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad bad bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never attempt to put on eyeshadow or blusher without using proper brushes. (i had a small brush in my bag but we didnt want to look like we purposely came to metro to apply tester cosmetics -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so i looked very stupid (fiona's fault la! you and your ideas on playing with testers hahah.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep whatever and i couldnt wash it off! it was like omg. i had to cover it all up with foundation (not another tester la my own)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so FINALLY we went to the movie theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went in quite early, and awhile after we went in, two guys walked in and went to the seats a couple rows ahead of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were talking really loudly, but we didnt really mind cause it was amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy1 (looking around the theater): wahlao. whole place full of girls leh!&lt;br /&gt;guy2: ya lor i told you so. thats why its rated G. for GIRLS ONLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guy2: nancy drew is about nancy drawing, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha fiona and i laughed damn hard at that one. quite malu cause the guys stared at us abit, and people around us must have thought we were super weird, because no one else was laughing (whaaat, cant people appreciate a good joke without being stared at!) but its really quite funny luh ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay yeaah and the movie was quite okay la, but abit draggy at parts. (the guy acting as ned is damn cute.) the people behind us kept laughing at random parts, and we totally didnt get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people: hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;fiona: huh? what happened?&lt;br /&gt;me: err? i dont know but i dont think it was funny?&lt;br /&gt;people behind us: (again)HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;me: huh?&lt;br /&gt;fiona: i dont get why they're laughing lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(later)&lt;br /&gt;people: hahahahha!&lt;br /&gt;me: aiyo i think they're laughing at nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep and after that we ran into abby and anna! i only saw anna at first, actually. abby is so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;obscure&lt;/span&gt;!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: &lt;u&gt;anna?&lt;/u&gt; anna!&lt;br /&gt;anna (turns around): hello!&lt;br /&gt;me: (waves) hi! (walks away abit)&lt;br /&gt;abby: (from behind anna) hi joyce&lt;br /&gt;me: (turns back) OH! hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay nevermind maybe im just blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im quite annoyed at someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you are so irresponsible! do you even think about what the person would do when you dont show up and dont give a lousy explanation. i mean, every time you arent going to turn up, its me that calls or smses. and ha, you didnt even reply. like wl cannot stand you lah! didnt even get the chance to get back at you for the other day la. is it just coincidence or is it that every time ____________ you _____. hah, maybe its fate. or maybe you're just like that. its not expecting too much right, its just common courtesy? someone asked me the other day why it was like so long and _________ and most people actually assume __________ but aiya this is probably the reason why. what the hell happened to ----------. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;okay, im probably overreacting. i know not everyone's as free as me. and you did take time off your busy schedule and purposely ponned _____ to _____. yeah. i really appreciated that! i mean that was probably the reason why i ________ lah. and i know im not exactly the most responsible person myself, i was really late for that and that and that. but i mean, at least i smsed and apologised that i was gonna be late right. and its not like i didnt show up. okay but that time i did get you into trouble, and i immensely regretted it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but like sometimes i get the feeling im completely unimportant okay! like when you said that ________ i felt damn guilty lah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay whatever. rant over:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont randomly think its you! i mean like, yeah i know when people read random rants complaining about someone the first thing that comes to mind would be to evaluate whether you've been like that to the person. okay but really, dont(: because im not very mad at the person, and a couple days later i'll be talking to the person and everything will be like perfectly fine lah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(edit) hahah i just realised it looks like a cloze passage. nyeh. (/edit)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-952428419654982328?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/952428419654982328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=952428419654982328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/952428419654982328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/952428419654982328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/07/mugged-at-changi-airport-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-4615001105375099072</id><published>2007-06-30T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T18:33:21.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY FIRST JULY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first july means that it's JULY :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and july means alot alot of things :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;july means the 7th month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;july means half the year is gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;july means youth day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;july means you can write (insert day)0707&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;july means ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 MORE DAYS TO MY BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahah. okay thats damn ego but whatever :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a couple days ago on 28 june, fiona was like 'oh! happy birthday!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: huh? its not my birthday&lt;br /&gt;fiona: really? 28th what!&lt;br /&gt;me: haha my birthday's 28 july la!&lt;br /&gt;fiona: OH! -_-  if your birthday is in one month's time how come your blog keeps talking about your birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-4615001105375099072?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/4615001105375099072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=4615001105375099072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/4615001105375099072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/4615001105375099072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-first-july-first-july-means-that.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-2022909187907295469</id><published>2007-06-30T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T07:56:40.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im so tired, bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dragged myself out of bed at 8 in the morning to read yishan's smses (cause her internet was down for the past few days) and then help her finish her part of the report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cmps meeting today at my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think we're like, the best la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if we dont even get our project to represent rgs, (not to mention austrailia and then america) i dont think its gonna matter, cause we put in so much work and had fun along the way. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, getting in would be nice la, considering the amount of work we put in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay HONESTLY, we put in close to ZERO work over the june holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we put in tons and tons of effort over the school term okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wed-friday has been like, mugging at changi airport til like 7, going home, and doing cmps til i fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(so sad right ): monday and tuesday i actually got to shop and shop. and the rest of the week, bleah. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stella overslept until 3.30 in the afternoon and didnt come. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our meeting was supposed to be at 3 la. yishan came at about 2.10 (super early!) and had lunch at my house (that i COOKED!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at about 3 or so we called stella, to ask if she was coming or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she was AT HOME! SLEEPING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we yelled at her on the phone for half an hour okay (my poor handphone bill!) and she was STILL half asleep and totally not listening! stupid stella pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: STELLA WAKE UP!&lt;br /&gt;yishan: STELLAAA!&lt;br /&gt;me: STELLA ARE YOU LISTENING&lt;br /&gt;stella: unghhh.&lt;br /&gt;me: STELLA I WANT YOU TO COME DOWN RIGHT NOW!&lt;br /&gt;me: stella?&lt;br /&gt;me: STELLA!&lt;br /&gt;me:STELLAAAA!&lt;br /&gt;me: STELLA WAKE UP WAKE UP!&lt;br /&gt;stella: no&lt;br /&gt;me: WHY?&lt;br /&gt;me: stella?&lt;br /&gt;me: STELLA!&lt;br /&gt;me: STELLAAAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and basically we went on like that for half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes and then stella didnt come luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep and hahaha thanks to stupid waiian and yishan im addicted to this stupid online pictionary game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.isketch.net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its super cute and addictive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohyes, and when we were doing our working timeline we needed to know when o levels ended, so that our school-to-school tours wouldnt clash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went on msn to ask people (waiian was on msn on the other comp and her contacts didnt know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i found out it was early nov from ming la. and then ming proceeded to talk about maple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then jiejun started a convo, and showed me a forum thread about some super rich maple addict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolene: does EVERYONE you know talk about MAPLE?&lt;br /&gt;me: err. no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and then i talk to them on msn awhile about maple)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolene: okay stop talking about maple, do cmps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then stella starts a convo with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolene: must be another one of your annoying maple friends (proceeds to close convo)&lt;br /&gt;me: eh thats STELLA!&lt;br /&gt;jolene: really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolene: OH! ITS STELLA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah okay nevermind quite lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiian showed us the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cutest &lt;/span&gt;video ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPER FUNNY! must watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ch-z5s2JabY"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ch-z5s2JabY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&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/7170409748405731038-2022909187907295469?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/2022909187907295469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=2022909187907295469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/2022909187907295469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/2022909187907295469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-so-tired-bleah.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-3894427674047215868</id><published>2007-06-29T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T00:38:34.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if you dont know, then you cant care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and you show up, but you're not there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nothing lasts forever but be honest babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it hurts but it may be the only way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATH MUGGING SESSION WITH FIONA. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i blogged a really long post about it okay, because it was so incredibly fun and i've never had such an awesome time mugging math :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but blogger deleted it -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid right. i was blogging on my laptop, and noticed that it wasnt auto-saving so i clicked on 'save now' and then the page was refreshed and the post was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANNOYING MUCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind im too lazy to re-blog, and im still going back out to meet eliz in half an hour (we're going to changi airport again hahah) so too bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i listed quite a few funny quotes yesterday but aiya i'll just quote one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fiona: (looking at the last question on a page) OMG! ITS 18 A!&lt;br /&gt;me: huh? what about 18a?&lt;br /&gt;fiona: means still got 18 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt; to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're going to changi airport again to mug on monday (because we still have ALOT more math to mug), and after that we're going to watch nancy drew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NANCY DREW IS MY MOTIVATION(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah and fiona and i are officially log PROS okay, i dont care. (i will kill anyone who attempts to disprove this :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love maroon 5's it wont be soon before long ahh &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i think im going to be late. BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-3894427674047215868?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/3894427674047215868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=3894427674047215868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/3894427674047215868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/3894427674047215868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/06/if-you-dont-know-then-you-cant-care-and.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-6851653406759101720</id><published>2007-06-28T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T04:35:47.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahah mugging with fiona today was damn fun la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was super productive okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are now officially logarithm pros, i dont care :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we spent tons and tons of time doing log.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tackled these SUPERHARD complicated log questions okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i bet the test will have like what, just one easy log question -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope the test will have super hard log questions so we can do it and be super pro :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, we didnt have much time to spend on other stuff -.- we did quite a bit of roots, but we're stuck at the last question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its okay because we're going to finish mugging on monday and then watch nancy drew! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah i think nancy drew sounds super cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway yep next session on monday :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quotes from this session;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fiona: (looking at the last question on a page, 18 a)&lt;br /&gt;OMG! ITS 18a.!&lt;br /&gt;me: huh? 18 a. ? what about 18 a. ?&lt;br /&gt;fiona: it means still got 18 b to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(puzzling over a roots question for super long)&lt;br /&gt;me: aiya. its impossible lor! we cant get rid of beta.&lt;br /&gt;fiona: OMG WE COULD HAVE SUBSTITUTED ALPHA PLUS BETA = THREE TO BETA=ALPHA MINUS THREE FROM THE START!&lt;br /&gt;us: OMG! (people turn to stare)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;question: log2 (log3 (log4 X) )&lt;br /&gt;me: aiya why dont we just let log4 X be &lt;strong&gt;a&lt;/strong&gt;, and let log 3&lt;strong&gt; a&lt;/strong&gt; be b, and let log 2 &lt;strong&gt;b &lt;/strong&gt;be&lt;strong&gt; c&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;us: no la thats so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(after about half an hour)&lt;br /&gt;fiona: omg! i think its really substitution.&lt;br /&gt;(after fiona very smart-ly figures out how to do it with substitution)&lt;br /&gt;us: omg SO EASY we could have done that from the start la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay whatever if you didnt understand what the above quotes are about, i say- HAH! MY LOG IS NOW BETTER THAN YOURS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now. -.- i bet i'll forget it soon anyway so it doesnt really matter (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i will kill anyone who attempts to say that their log is better than mine :D (dont burst my bubble okay! i will be very very sad.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep oh and.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fiona: ohyeah! happy birthday!&lt;br /&gt;me: huh? its not my birthday. its exactly one more month to my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;fiona: it isnt? but you keep talking about your birthday on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;me: hahaha thats just cause im ego. i talk about my birthday all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we heard on the radio that it was young's birthday (omg i forgot la. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we decided that we should go call up some cake company and ask them to deliver a cake to mediacorp. but of course the cake people will have to ask the mediacorp people to pay for the cake and we'll use a public phone so we wont accept any responsibility :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes and we decided that for teachers day, we will order 200 pizzas (using the school public phone) for the MATH DEPT. and of course, since pizza hut and canadian 2 for 1 collects money when they deliver, the school can pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or since they're the math dept, we can order a prime number like 29 pizzas, and they'll be able to divide it equally! (get it, cause they're the math dept)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-6851653406759101720?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/6851653406759101720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=6851653406759101720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/6851653406759101720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/6851653406759101720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-shall-start-this-post-with-chloe-is.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-3998161068858552891</id><published>2007-06-27T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T19:08:39.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yo (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i think im like, hopeless. im blogging on the class comp now :D its actually math lesson but jason ng gave us recess so he could go for phototaking so like yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and jason ng just came in and saw me eating -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like omg la. he saw me with the packet of food in my hand and taking one out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he didnt say anything, except 'eh you all not going down for recess ah?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goshh. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay and im still eating. -.- nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep and hahah im so amused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad is increasing my allowance because now im going to study at changi airport regularly, so "(i'll) naturally spend more"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, i'll spend less because i have less time to go shopping. i think i'll spend less at coffee bean alone compared to at subway+shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nevermind la its GOOD :D hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah man :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay yep and im so glad we have ms grace for philo (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hah, chloe and hoongyan!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least we can understand what she's saying (ahem ahem.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and okay la ms grace is quite fun. but then again, that means i'll be seeing her for english, cmps, and philo. -.- and i think im the only one since jolene's in angel's class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya ohwell. CMPS SURVEY! everyone must do :D we're all gonna spam our msn lists tonight with our surveys lalala.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-3998161068858552891?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/3998161068858552891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=3998161068858552891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/3998161068858552891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/3998161068858552891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/06/yo-okay-i-think-im-like-hopeless.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-6256957314919256544</id><published>2007-06-26T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T19:15:31.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im back from the annoyingly slow substitute doctor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyaaa. i think he was lousy okay. not like my usual doctor ): but well, that doctor was out so i had to make do la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he waited for a good five minutes between each patient la. SO ANNOYING! dr tan always called the next patient after like, at most two seconds. grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind. ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im damn pissed that i have to go and get myself injured when im ic la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i mean, yes. i bet everyone will think i ponned because i didnt want to be ic. but like this time my knee's genuinely screwed okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya i knew i shouldnt have gone shopping for so long yesterday. and i also went shopping today -.- man im hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw whatever. the doctor didnt do anything except give me a 2 week mc and a couple more killers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay imo, i shouldnt be taking these painkillers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because taking painkillers= no more pain= i go out and shop some more and further aggravate my injury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joyce you have no self control!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell nevermind la! at least i can study for math at changi airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CANT BELIEVE WE'RE GOING TO HAVE A MATH TEST AT SUCH SHORT NOTICE OMG IM DEAD ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep. i hope the mugging session turns out okay and i dont get bored/distracted or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to get my mugging done, you'll see! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes and anyway i cant believe the poor rj triathelete passed away &lt;strong&gt;because there were no medics.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS SO SO SO STUPID!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its ridiculous okay! how can osim organise an event and scrimp on getting MEDICS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a triathlon (im sorry i have no idea if this is the correct spelling) and they dont have a single first aider around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like what the hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guy is eliz's brother's friend, and its really very sad la. its a huge waste okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to think that he could have lived if someone had performed cpr on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe it la. the parents should totally sue the organisers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, they could have gotten volunteers or something! offer cip hours, whatever! if their budget was that tight, even a few amateur first aiders would have been better than NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even our ORA &lt;em&gt;walk&lt;/em&gt;-a-jogathon had SO many first aiders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont tell me an event where people RUN doesnt need first aiders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was seriously mortified when i heard about it from eliz okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every event should have first aiders. and how could it be possible that like everyone in the general public there didnt know how to perform cpr! cpr is really really important okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i kinda had the impression that a significant number of people knew basic cpr. according to eliz, though (im not sure if its completely true) no one there knew what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the guy died of lack of oxygen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thaddeus Cheong, 17&lt;br /&gt;RIP&lt;br /&gt;240607&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess its this kind of thing that really makes me feel like i should be taking first aid and evac more seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you imagine? like maybe if one of us were there, he could have survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heard that he was like really talented and everything, and its really a huge pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i guess we can use this story to like tell juniors the importance of first aid and cpr and evac and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. yep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-6256957314919256544?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/6256957314919256544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=6256957314919256544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/6256957314919256544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/6256957314919256544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-back-from-annoyingly-slow-substitute.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-7738325865616622083</id><published>2007-06-25T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T07:05:24.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rn-gQrTQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fkxlZZ21Vh0/s1600-h/IMG_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079955113059025154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rn-gQrTQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fkxlZZ21Vh0/s320/IMG_0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tadah! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fine its not very artistic and quite simple but i like it okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know the words are slanted (aiya you cant blame me i did it in math! how obvious do you want me to get) and there's a BIGG empty space at the bottom but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dumdumdum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i busted my knee! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fell down on sunday. i was at downtown east (which btw is going to get a cinema soon YAY :D) and there's this big step from the grass patch to the pavement outside the d'marquee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the step's like seriously invisible cause the grass is quite long and the step's leading down to the pavement. yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i've fell down quite a few times okay -.- but this time i think i fell on my bad knee (yknow, the one that i tore a ligament with during sec 1 training camp) so my knee's really screwed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah but i still went shopping with phoebe and gayle this afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever. &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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;omg i really cant believe its like, aiyo! dont know how to say. hahah i guess its just really weird that we're all growing up and like one by one getting --s. even though i dont. yep. but i dont know, really! its so hard to imaginee. and its so ridiculous sometimes that like you think you really dont even know yourself anymore. and like all this hard to explain stuff.&lt;/em&gt; (i know this paragraph is damn screwed. whatever like ignore it (: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;and like omg why's everyone getting a -- from --. aiyo la! am i the only one whose taste is so, er, diverse.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway. i dont function well in late afternoons. and early morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i always get damn stone in late afternoons lor. like 3.30 to like 5.30 or so. and then people think im bored or quiet or shy or whatever. im just not an afternoon person ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay yah im quiet in class but whatever! if you put in fiona or phoebe or chloe or hoong or kailin or gayle something i bet i wouldnt be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;i want a new notebook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i saw the prettiest pair of heart-shaped sunglasses in topshop :D they were big and white and so glam! i want ): but i think its like 49 bucks or something ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and a reasonably pretty pair of pink double heart shaped earrings in forever 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could have bought it, but then again im so lazy to change my earrings before i go out! so i buy tons and tons of earrings and they all sit in my drawer, waiting to be worn. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yess and i still want that esprit notebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lalalalalala. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;wooh yeah and and im going to start mugging with people! yay yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahah so my resolution to actually mug this term wont completely go to waste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;oh and im like officially in love with enrique iglesias' new music video la.&lt;br /&gt;its so romantically sweet and sexy and hot and moody and emo and everythingg! :D :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;do you know what it feels like loving someone who's in a rush to throw you away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;do you know what it feels like to be the last one to know the lock on the door has changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div&gt;the ping pong song (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the part where the girl falls over the edge and the guy exclaims, 'bam!' made me squeal in fright though. and made my sister laugh at me -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whatever (: BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-7738325865616622083?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/7738325865616622083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=7738325865616622083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/7738325865616622083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/7738325865616622083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/06/tadah-d-fine-its-not-very-artistic-and.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jv3LTdgLGoU/Rn-gQrTQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fkxlZZ21Vh0/s72-c/IMG_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-5205016487082913474</id><published>2007-06-24T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T22:25:39.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yep okay hello im in school now and like totally bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt do the english expo which was due at like the start of the june holidays, (along with half the class) so we were sent to the library to finish our essays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because i chionged the entire essay during history, just before english, i've got nothing to do now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'll blog luh (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i hope prefects cant book you if they see that you like, blogged while its still school hours.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. a teacher just came behind me and asked 'excuse me is anyone using this chair?' and i half-jumped la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think she saw the blogger window but um thankfully she didnt say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay this is mucho risky -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyaaa. i dont want dc!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the door next to my computer says 'Students caught opening this door will be sent to DC'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how random (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohyes i doodled a pretty picture in math :D and after that jingles asked me if it was a letter to anyone, and i said no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but after that i thought about it and realised like, hey! this will make a very nice and pretty letter :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(will scan it in and upload later once i get home)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but like i have no one to write to leh ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hoongyan owes me a letter, i think. aiya basically all letter-writing stopped when midyears came, and i think everyone's too lazy to start over again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway whoever wants the pretty letter, tell me la and i'll write to you :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(say on the tagboard okay, so people will know the letter is koped :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah i know the space for the actual letter is very small, but what can i say! it wasnt meant to be a letter in the first place. and small boxes look more artistic :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and dont criticise my art okay! ): i like it! and thats that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if no one wants it i'll appreciate it myself luh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if you dont take it now, dont regret it in 10 years time when i become famous for whatever, and my early artwork becomes super super valuable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah and you'll think, 'oh no i missed the chance to become a millionaire!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so random right. nevermindd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep and i made a maple music video yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or at least, almost made one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took all the screenshots, and had all my scenes set. like from vic to orbis to ludi to orbis to ludi, all my screenshots! and i had all the scenes and frames in mind, ready to be put together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i thought i had everything ready, and went to compile everything into a video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..when i realised that my computer doesnt store my screen shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS SO PISSED LA! waste BOTH my 2x exp slots for NOTHING! not a single screen shot stored! omg damn stupidddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway whatever i think i'll do it again later today. if i feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mann i cant believe i'll have to do all that work allll overr agaainn ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going out for lunch later with phoebe, and then to orchard to shop. yep :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and phoebe got braces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want braces! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think braces are so cute. and like will make your teeth straighter and nicer and everything (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im afraid that it'll be painful and totally inconvenient la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like nicole couldnt eat the apples we were given for supper during tcamp, cause she couldnt bite through the skin with her braces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and imagine getting food stuck in them, ewww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, i like visiting the dentist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know i just feel so nice and refreshed after getting my teeth scaled and p0lished :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i totally love the feeling la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other day my tooth hurt a little, and i went to the dentist and he said there was nothing wrong with my teeth and my teeth were very nice and clean and cavity-less :D so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(on the darker side, that was a waste of 40 bucks just to get my teeth polished)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah i think im really crazy la. who loves going to the dentist -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind. i do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i shall go off before i get caught for blogging (my back's facing the window la, who knows who could be looking in right now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this has been a pretty long post considering its so risky blogging here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep. BYEBYE :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-5205016487082913474?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/5205016487082913474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=5205016487082913474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/5205016487082913474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/5205016487082913474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/06/yep-okay-hello-im-in-school-now-and.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-892286254930690665</id><published>2007-06-23T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T23:09:18.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have an inexplicable craving for potatoes ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_1" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#ECECEC" flashvars="id=1&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=.8yck5WdvN3Lyc2bsJmLvlGZhJ3LyZmLlVmcm5SehdXet52b/Matchbox%2520Twenty%2520-%2520Unwell.rbs&amp;amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=1&amp;amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#666666;new_tracks:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;im not crazy, im just a little unwell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know- right now you cant tell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but stay awhile and maybe then you'll see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a different side of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;im not crazy, im just a little impaired&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know- right now you dont care&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but soon enough you're gonna think of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and how i used to be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lovee this song la! its so awesomee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and the 7 eleven near my house is having an ice cream fair. so both my fridges are super full of ice cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boxes and boxes of cookies and cream, triple chocolate, and tiramisu ice cream :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(cough. like what happened to my diet man. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;somehow, i've lost my mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i lovee &lt;em&gt;makes me wonder&lt;/em&gt; by maroon 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the songs on the album are like damn nice la! im really tempted to buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hint- new addition to the birthday wishlist (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_1" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#ECECEC" flashvars="id=1&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=vMHZuV3bz9yZvxmYu8WakFmcvc2bsJ2Lt92YuIXYlZWZoRnLudWaztWanFWb/Maroon%25205%2520-%2520Makes%2520Me%2520Wonder.mp3.rbs&amp;amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=1&amp;amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#666666;new_tracks:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;give me something to believe in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause i dont believe in you anymore, anymore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so this is goodbye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate being harrassed la! its damn annoying ): esp when i dont think i was really very serious about the whole thing in the first place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-892286254930690665?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/892286254930690665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=892286254930690665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/892286254930690665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/892286254930690665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-have-inexplicable-craving-for.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-3638715912376920312</id><published>2007-06-22T02:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T02:58:44.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="340" height="280"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HRUqEM3kP0o"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HRUqEM3kP0o" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="340" height="280"&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/7170409748405731038-3638715912376920312?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/3638715912376920312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=3638715912376920312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/3638715912376920312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/3638715912376920312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-4067153877203716285</id><published>2007-06-21T17:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T20:56:05.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IM BACKK :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joyce had a hell load of fun (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although my arms are aching superr badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway. slept over at chloe's the night before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we stayed up making a list of &lt;strong&gt;hot&lt;/strong&gt; and&lt;em&gt; un-hot&lt;/em&gt; names (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(shall skip all the panicking for tcamp)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had the BESTT secret recipe marble cheesecake for breakfast la! &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; it was so good! love cheesecake :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then chloe's dad drove us from her house to bishan stadium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the automated directory thing in chloe's car la! its like SUPER COOL! i totally HAVE to have one in my future car! (which will be pink. :D but sorry for the randomness)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-part about training camp removed-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(omg im so sorry didnt know we werent supposed to blog about it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;post moved to a friendslocked place, glitterstained.livejournal.com! friend me if you wanna read (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;oh but anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i lost my first two kisses.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like omg la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were playing the card kissing game. which is like using your mouth to suck up a card and make sure it stays there, and then passing the card around to the other person by "kissing" the person (with the card in between la)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anw my first kiss was lost to nick -.- the card DROPPED. omg the horror!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my second one to yingling. card dropped again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyaaa so gross! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anw we managed to complete a full circle la which was really awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and after tcamp i went back to chloe's house to get my stuff and we hung out there for awhile doing random quizzes and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the questions were like about your&lt;em&gt; ideal first kiss&lt;/em&gt;. and chloe was like, 'joyce, yours GONE ALREADY!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wails. ): and in such an unromantic scene -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay yep. this post has taken like forever (okay fine actually i think its just two hours or so) but anyway. BYE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-4067153877203716285?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/4067153877203716285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=4067153877203716285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/4067153877203716285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/4067153877203716285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-backk-d-joyce-had-hell-load-of-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-6755692965672879048</id><published>2007-06-19T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T23:33:34.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next time im not going to break so many &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vital &lt;/span&gt;rules (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;HELLO THIS IS CHLOE BECAUSE JOYCE IS USING MY COMP NOW. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;HI JOYCE'S BLOG READERS. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;THIS SHALL BE IN BLUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE TIME TO PACK. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah anw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it obviously wouldnt last for long since i broke those two rules la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. must be taller!&lt;br /&gt;2. must be same age/older&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doesnt really matter anw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, it kinda sounds good on record, right? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(removed cause chloe thinks it wont look good anymore if people i dont like read it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLEEPOVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im at chloe's house now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andd just now was so funn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;super &lt;/span&gt;super early. 40 minutes early!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estimated that it'd take one hour 40 minutes from pasir ris to tiong bahru, but in the end i only took an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;souvenirs!:D i love the necklace + earrings from chloe and kailin, THANKYOUU:D its suuperr pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and cadbury chocolate cookies from hoongyan yay:D :D (although im like on a diet. =x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad i didnt go for any trips this june.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its okaayy i'll get you guys stuff next time i go anywhere too okay!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupp. and then we played pictionary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chloe and me vs hoong and kailin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hahah chloe and me PWNED la :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we wanted to play sims 2, but hoong was hogging the comp to play icy tower!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so kailin and i whiinneddd and whined :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after our &lt;s&gt;constant high pitched whining&lt;/s&gt; nice asking she &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;finally &lt;/span&gt;gave in (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;boooo i'm back. :D moohahah while joyce is labelling her bottle. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay and then we played sims 2 (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sim was a super bimbo! pink EVERYTHING :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and kailin's sim was a cheerleader!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoongyan and chloe's sims were roomies (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and kailin and i were cam whoring! :D hahah. whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so funn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupp. bout it :D im going to go seperate my stuff into bags now. byebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-6755692965672879048?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/6755692965672879048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=6755692965672879048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/6755692965672879048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/6755692965672879048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/06/haa.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-6532387120882516291</id><published>2007-06-18T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T17:30:28.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, that was short-lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay fine fine! i was stupid. knew it wouldnt last long anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. i feel god-awful though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its over anyway (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(edit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sooo gladd there's the sleepover later &lt;3 hahah thats it i love no one but my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and slipknot music. like wow, who knew heavy metal could be such perfect background music for the aftermath of a breakup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-6532387120882516291?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/6532387120882516291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=6532387120882516291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/6532387120882516291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/6532387120882516291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/06/well-that-was-short-lived.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-6061713269283540732</id><published>2007-06-13T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T07:41:01.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;(confessions of a maple addict)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;how to tell you're addicted to maple&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;you lie awake at night weighing pros and cons of joining another guild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you start to worry about someone because someone didnt log into maple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;after swearing off maple and getting 200 million mesos suspended, you return to maple after a lousy 2 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;your maple best friend becomes your absolute best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;you start to measure stuff in terms of acash ("this starbucks coffee cost 5.20! i could have bought 5 safety charms with that money!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;you make a sandwich for your little cousin, and your brother takes it and gives it to your cousin so your cousin thanks him instead, and you say 'KSER!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;you charge your brother a dollar for dying in your account and losing a safety charm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you start taking things so seriously, you attempt to be the mediator in a map raid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;you start judging people's intelligence based on their level (for people you dont know in real life la, no offence to everyone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;you tell your dad 'no daddy can we PLEASE not go on that cruise! maple item drops start 13th june!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you agree to your daughter's request and ask 'until when!' (hahaha :D :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;you lose interest in what you were completely passionate about just a few weeks ago (my cmps oh no.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you try to make your annoying jr master jealous by talking to the gm so much the gm ignores the jr :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you get high when the jr ends up apologising to you for spamming, and then you feel bad about being such a bully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when someone tells you they're thinking of restarting maple, it means the world to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;aiyo. see! i just cant stay mad at people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, i doubt any sane non-mapler would understand half the things on this list (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I NEED TO GET MY PRIORITIES SORTED OUT!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i keep telling myself, hey, there's still time. the holidays arent over.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHAT happened to the promise you made?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHAT happened to actually wanting to &lt;strong&gt;achieve&lt;/strong&gt; something for &lt;u&gt;once&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;about 3/4 the holidays are gone, and you &lt;strong&gt;still&lt;/strong&gt; havent contributed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dont you dare continue telling yourself, 'hey, no one else is doing anything, one more day of mapling/shopping/whatever wont hurt'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;because its not working.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;how the hell do you expect to go to the australian finals?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you guys worked so hard during the school term. all of you said that you wanted to make it to australia, and possibly america.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and now, what's left? one week and just about nothing's accomplished.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;give it up, honey.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;irresponsible lazy idiot. ): ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-6061713269283540732?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/6061713269283540732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=6061713269283540732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/6061713269283540732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/6061713269283540732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/06/confessions-of-maple-addict-how-to-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-1597647947260318881</id><published>2007-06-10T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T20:00:30.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my maid's back :D NO MORE DISHES WOOH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine fine i sound like a spoilt brat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but like still :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyaa i cant decide if i should go for the redrain concert or not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just dont like evangelist events, yknow=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never know what to say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im just so &lt;strong&gt;bad&lt;/strong&gt; at handling things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, im not insulting anyone's religion. in fact, i think people who do so are incredibly mean and insensitive. freedom of belief okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i dont really see why i have to take all the trouble to convert lorr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like, you'll have to go to &lt;em&gt;church&lt;/em&gt; and like &lt;em&gt;pray&lt;/em&gt; and all that troublesome stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus i dont even agree with the basics of it la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that god can only save your soul if you believe in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello, isnt that kind of selfish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaaah! see i've told that to just about every christian who tried to evangelise to me and most of them either backed off or rambled on, on a completely seperate track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still. as i said, i dont like to question people's faiths, so i try to avoid to be evangelised to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because if you evangelise, i will have to reject you somehow right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. seee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, i think second addictions always hit you much worse than the first. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(waaaails.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(edit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there! i've told someone(: feels better now okay! talking about it helps:D even if its just a few sentences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahahah you make it sound so simple :D thankyouu&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-1597647947260318881?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/1597647947260318881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=1597647947260318881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/1597647947260318881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/1597647947260318881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-so-happy-my-maids-back-d-no-more.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-2851038575931074377</id><published>2007-06-09T07:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T07:29:54.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im suffering from withdrawal symptoms!): ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-2851038575931074377?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/2851038575931074377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=2851038575931074377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/2851038575931074377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/2851038575931074377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-suffering-from-withdrawal-symptoms.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-6746398006412057015</id><published>2007-06-09T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T01:05:14.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n10/prettystars_i_like_/myholidaydiary.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my holiday diary!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;because i am bored. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;actually, i came up with this a while ago. to help me remember all the stuff i have on :D but it was in the form of a list.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(which explains all the cancelled stuff)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and today i decided to prettify it! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;its like, all pink. :D :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lalalaa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-6746398006412057015?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/6746398006412057015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=6746398006412057015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/6746398006412057015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/6746398006412057015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-holiday-diary-because-i-am-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-3022659274997712726</id><published>2007-06-08T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T22:23:59.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n10/prettystars_i_like_/neos.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="97" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n10/prettystars_i_like_/neos.jpg" width="239" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neos today with rachel and jingles(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont normally scan in neos, i only do it when im feeling really bored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n10/prettystars_i_like_/supergirls.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="200" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n10/prettystars_i_like_/supergirls.jpg" width="149" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andd also when i like how a certain one turned out(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so gold and classic! i like :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hair's damn screwed but what dyou expect after the sweltering street 11 sun!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell. child at street 11 was fun though(: i guess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the kids are so cutee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the little girl i mentioned before (the one who likes pink too :D) was trying to climb up the flagpole. and another little boy joined her and they were struggling to climb up! gohhong jiaying evon and i were sitting there and super amused!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then they asked us to help them get up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cough. being daring people, we said okay! (or at least, &lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt; got up and said okay &gt;&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the nursery teacher looked over and promptly called the kids over, and told us not to let them climb the flagpoles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were like, oooops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the day was pretty okay lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yknow, these kind of events with just normal yearmates remind me alot of sec one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to be alot crazier then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jingles told me today that she mentioned me to erin and said i was quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erin: "WHAT? joyce is NOT quiet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(im not very quiet normally what! im just really quiet in class. damn stone! or when im tired, or distracted!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i just thought of all the stupid things i used to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;balana fan club! going for training with my arms vandalized in zig ink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being &lt;em&gt;enthu&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going for training with my hair SMOTHERED in &lt;strong&gt;glitter&lt;/strong&gt;!:D (wait, actually, i think that was last year.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;GOING &lt;/span&gt;for training.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw it took me days to get that glitter out of my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but NEVERTHELESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i wouldnt do that now.):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe its the &lt;em&gt;uppersec&lt;/em&gt; kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe im more mature now! (cough.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe im getting olddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and maybe i just dont have that kind of craziness in me anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-3022659274997712726?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/3022659274997712726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=3022659274997712726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/3022659274997712726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/3022659274997712726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/06/neos-today-with-rachel-and-jingles-i.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-8020343486386856412</id><published>2007-06-06T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T03:53:27.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n10/prettystars_i_like_/prod16573_hdr_1_6_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLUFF ONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks so pretty right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet its totally photoshopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went shopping for a skin for my lovely zen stone, and the skins look so.. PLAIN! and completely unbefitting of my lil darling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're SEMI-&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;TRANSLUCENT&lt;/span&gt;! how's that supposed to look nice on anything other than white, or the original colour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fact, i doubt it'd look very good on the original colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pink skin i wanted was a dirty colour looking something like &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(205,145,158)font-size:130%;" &gt;THIS&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the red one like &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(227,54,56)font-size:130%;" &gt;THIS&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, that pink doesnt look that bad like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the problem is, it'd look ridiculous on my &lt;u&gt;black&lt;/u&gt; zen stone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus it looks kinda cheap and plastic-y, and so not worth its 19.90 price tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now if it were an &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;opaque &lt;/span&gt;colour like the one on top, i'd be totally willing to fork out that much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but as it is, NOT WORTH IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwelll. guess i'll have to take my zen stone as it is! not that im complaining lah(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;literally &lt;/span&gt;fried my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAAAAAAILS. the cover's looking kinda screwed up now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was talking on the phone while attempting to cook lunch, and after i ended the call my sister squealed about something and i very promptly dropped my phone into the wok full of noodle soup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankfully, i whipped it up. and i spent quite long attempting to salvage it, but in the end, managed to get it to work! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im feeling pretty &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;dramatic &lt;/span&gt;right now! which explains all the underlines! and the bolds! and the italics! and the exclamation marks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because im totally in a mood for blogging, i shall do a quiz! (the easiest way to blog without using your brain much:D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;from &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;chloe&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE- Spell your name without vowels: ng p wn jyc! &lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;(pwn!hahah:D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO - Are you single? yup.&lt;br /&gt;THREE - Whats your favorite number? 7! SEVEEEEN:D&lt;br /&gt;FOUR - What color do you wear most? hmm. pink?&lt;br /&gt;FIVE - Least favorite color?: YELLOW! eeeee.&lt;br /&gt;SIX - What are you listening to? mcfly- too close for comfort &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;YYY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN - What do you smoke? i dont smoke! and never will!&lt;br /&gt;EIGHT - Are you happy with your life right now? pretty much:D&lt;br /&gt;NINE - Anyone ever said you resemble a celebrity? nope. ):&lt;br /&gt;TEN - What is your favorite class in school? history!&lt;br /&gt;ELEVEN - Do you shop at hollister/abercrombie/AE? nope.&lt;br /&gt;TWELVE - How do you make money? my maid's away for two weeks, so i cook all the meals. and -cough- its much easier to ask your dad for money when you're the one preparing all the meals.&lt;br /&gt;THIRTEEN - Who is your best friend? if you had asked me this about a month ago i'd still say XXX (please refer to rant 2 posts ago) but currently, XXX is out! my best friends are chloe hoongyan kailin phoebe gayle fiona!&lt;br /&gt;FOURTEEN - Are you outgoing? sometimes! and sometimes im stoneee.&lt;br /&gt;FIFTEEN - One word to describe you? mooodswingy!&lt;br /&gt;SIXTEEN - Favorite pair of shoes? two inch heels with a mahagony base and baby pink lace straps.&lt;br /&gt;SEVENTEEN - Do you own big sunglasses? yeah:D but dont wear them):&lt;br /&gt;EIGHTEEN - Where do you wish you were right now? i wanna sleep on the grass and look at the stars :D&lt;br /&gt;NINETEEN - What should you be doing right now? mapling!&lt;br /&gt;TWENTY- Do you have a crush on anyone right now? hmm. cant decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE CANS:&lt;br /&gt;Can you blow a bubble?: no): i'll have plenty more practice when elian brings back my promised stock of bubblegum though :D&lt;br /&gt;Can you dance? there's dance for aesthetics.&lt;br /&gt;Can you do a cart wheel? used to be able to :D with a nice light landing okay! but err havent tried for two years.&lt;br /&gt;Can you tie a cherry stem with your mouth?: into a ribbon? never tried! but sounds cool! -runs off to find a cherry-&lt;br /&gt;Can you touch your toes?: of course! 61 (i think. or more) for sit and reach okay :D&lt;br /&gt;Can you whistle?: no ):&lt;br /&gt;Can you wiggle your ears?: no ):&lt;br /&gt;Can you wiggle your nose?: eh. no!):&lt;br /&gt;Can you roll your tongue?: finally! YES!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE DIDS:&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever get into a fist fight at school?: nope. damn guai okaay!&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever run away from home?: yeah for about three hours -.-" and then my dad came and got me back.&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever want to be a doctor?: yeah. before i realised how bad i was at chem.&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever want to be a fire fighter?: no, i'd be way too scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE DOS:&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in God?: im buddhist! &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;somebody &lt;/span&gt;was attempting to evangelise today, but failed miserably(:&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how to swim?: yeah :D lifesaving twooo!&lt;br /&gt;Do you like roller coasters?: love 'em! :D&lt;br /&gt;Do you own a bike?: yup. but its been rotting in a corner for yeaars.&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you could handle the stuff they eat on those reality shows? NO! definitely not, EWWWW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE DOES:&lt;br /&gt;Does hair loss run through your family? i dont know, but my mom tells me im losing haaair! how! nevermind theres always beijing 101! :D&lt;br /&gt;Does your car get good gas mileage?: underage!&lt;br /&gt;Does your family have family picnics?: nope, but we do have steamboat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE HOWS:&lt;br /&gt;How did you find out about Friendster?: er i cant remember!&lt;br /&gt;How many Friendster friends have you met in person?: none, but i've met a group of maple friends in person.&lt;br /&gt;How tall are you?: 167!&lt;br /&gt;How much money do you have on you right now?: 72.50!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LASTS:&lt;br /&gt;Last person you hung out with? jiejun, shopping today!&lt;br /&gt;Last thing you said out loud? (actually, sang.) was i invaading in on your secrets, was i too close for comfort; you're pushing me out when i wanted innn. (MCFLY! &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Last thing someone said to you?: "joyce you were right! this honeydew IS heavy!" (my brother)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WHATS:&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to?: play with fire- hilary duff! &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the temperature outside? kinda cold? it is, after all, 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;What radio station do you listen to?: 987.&lt;br /&gt;What was the last restaurant you ate at?: starbucks this afternoon, i guess!&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you bought?: caramel frappucino at starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you had to drink?: manjo juice!&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing on TV you watched: good charlotte's mv for keep your hands off my girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WHOS:&lt;br /&gt;Who is your newest friend that added you on Friendster?: dont use! but for msn, my mortal xinxuan.&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you MSNed: chloe!&lt;br /&gt;Who talked to you on the phone last?: jiejun.&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you took a picture of?: jiejun.&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person to leave you a comment?: elian&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you said I love you to?: my zen stone :D this girl is obsessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRYING SECTION:&lt;br /&gt;Ever really cried your heart out? i've always had to hold back to a certain extent to avoid bringing too much attention to myself.&lt;br /&gt;Ever cried yourself to sleep? quite a bit. ):&lt;br /&gt;Ever cried on your friend's shoulder? yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Ever cried over the opposite sex? nope. i've cried over my maple character of the opposite sex getting suspended, though.&lt;br /&gt;Do you cry when you get an injury? ): sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Do certain songs make you cry? yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Do certain movies make you cry? yeah. omg i cried bucketloads over i not stupid 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY SECTION:&lt;br /&gt;Are you a happy person? yah :D&lt;br /&gt;What can make you happy? alot of stuff! mostly talking.&lt;br /&gt;Do you wish you were happier? doesnt everyone!&lt;br /&gt;Is being happy overrated? no!:D&lt;br /&gt;Can music make you happy? yeah!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HATE SECTION:&lt;br /&gt;Do you actually hate anyone?: hmm. nope(:&lt;br /&gt;Ever made a hit list? yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been on a hit list? hmm i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;Are you a mean bully? me? -looks around innocently-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SELF ESTEEM SECTION:&lt;br /&gt;Is your self-esteem extremely low? no way!&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in yourself? yup!&lt;br /&gt;Are you good looking? well fine no.&lt;br /&gt;Do you wish you could be someone else? doesnt everyone once in a while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK AT ME:&lt;br /&gt;What is your current hair color? black.&lt;br /&gt;Current piercings? ear ear ear:D&lt;br /&gt;Have any tattoos? no ): I WANT.&lt;br /&gt;Straight hair or curly: i curled my hair in december(: think its pretty much worn off by now though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;Hugged someone? yah :D :D&lt;br /&gt;Been on the phone until the sun came up? no. ):&lt;br /&gt;Laughed so hard you peed in your pants? LOL no. (hoongyan told me about someone who did though, omg!)&lt;br /&gt;Laughed so hard you cried? yeah of course!(:&lt;br /&gt;Got in a fight with someone? yeaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM.&lt;br /&gt;Do you like surveys? some! things like these. not rs surveys, though-.-&lt;br /&gt;Do you get along with your parents? most of the time&lt;br /&gt;Do you have mental breakdowns? i had one during the previous eoi.&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever tell your parents you didn't feel good so you didn't have to go to school? duh(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENT:&lt;br /&gt;Current mood: bored&lt;br /&gt;Current music: stefy- orange county! &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current hair style: disheveled.&lt;br /&gt;Current crush: i havent really decided.&lt;br /&gt;Current thing I ought to be doing: (werent all these questions asked just now? its not like im going to change my crush in a matter of an hour or so) mapling.&lt;br /&gt;Current windows open: chloe's blog, kailin's blog, xiaxue's blog.&lt;br /&gt;Current desktop picture? some random swirly thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-8020343486386856412?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/8020343486386856412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=8020343486386856412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/8020343486386856412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/8020343486386856412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/06/bluff-one-looks-so-pretty-right-i-bet.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-7970658698587291758</id><published>2007-06-04T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T23:34:59.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lalala:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;child at street 11 was quite okay lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started out horrible! my mom sent me to block 102 SERANGOON NORTH instead of ANG MOH KIO! its so stupid lah, block 102 serangoon north was on ang moh kio avenue 3-.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i took a cab, and lo and behold, the cab driver didnt know how to get there too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;annoying muchhhh. ang moh kio primary also dont knowww. grr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i finally got there, the cab fare cost freaking 9.80.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what? block 102 ang moh kio street 11 was ALSO on ang moh kio avenue 3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the cab driver took me on a joyride around ang moh kio la. wl eh, 10 bucks!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay la fine, at least he got me there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the thing itself was quite okay luh. adeline and i were in charge of these SUPER CUTE nursery kids! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were teaching them games that they're gonna play on friday. and yingling and i are cheerleaders on friday! o0 sounds cool eh! i want pom poms!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so adeline and i helped them to do a 3-legged race, and an obstacle course involving them crawling under tables and walking across chairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kids are so cute! i want to have children okay:D if its a girl i'll dress her up completely in pink! she'll have a pink room, pink clothes, and the pink will be absolutely smothering! and diamond earrings and she'll be the most spoilt darling ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if its a boy i'll get him a GREEN room! in army colours, and i'll enrol him in ncc! and he will be the most macho little boy and detest his sister's pinkness. however, underneath he'll be a total gentleman and have a sweet, filial side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay sorry to detract! back to the kids at child at street 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adeline and i were helping them tie their legs together for the 3 legged race, and for the first round, i tied this pink scarf around this little girl's leg. and i said to her, 'there! you have the special PINK scarf! dont you like pink?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she replied, 'yes! i like pink! my shoes are pink!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D yay la. and after i tied it she said, 'oooh, its like a pink ribbon!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so cute! &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and later on, she asked me: 'what if i fall down while racing?'&lt;br /&gt;me: err. be careful not to fall down la!&lt;br /&gt;the girl: but what if i accidentally fall down, and then theres alot of blooood. need to put plaster?&lt;br /&gt;me: yup, we'll get you a PINK plaster, okay!&lt;br /&gt;the girl: really! yay! okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(later the girl proceeds to fall down, but there wasnt any blood so we didnt need any plasters.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahah:D there was also a very cute little boy who ran super fast, and was like super guai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the second round, i used the pink scarf to tie his and his partner's legs. he grimaced at the pink, and his partner said, 'dont like pink leh!'&lt;br /&gt;me: huh.&lt;br /&gt;jerren: (smiling) shh!&lt;br /&gt;partner: look at jerren's shoes! so cool!&lt;br /&gt;jerren: (grinning, pointed down to his black adidas sandals)&lt;br /&gt;me: okaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was like, o0 but they were all so cute lah. yayy i like dealing with kids so much more than old people. yay yay yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday sounds like its gonna be fun! cheerleaders o0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-7970658698587291758?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/7970658698587291758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=7970658698587291758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/7970658698587291758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/7970658698587291758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/06/lalalad-child-at-street-11-was-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-7112998914832861593</id><published>2007-06-04T07:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T08:26:12.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>disclaimer: rant. dont read if you dont want to! sorry, i know in my first post i said this was gonna be different and i wasnt going to rant about vaguely mentioned people, or hide stuff. but i kinda need to rant): to taaaalk. and please dont think you're the one im talking about. i think the person in question doesnt even read this blog, so in that way i think im safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SOMETIMES I JUST CANT STAND YOUUUUU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the hell la! you used to be my absolute best friend, you know that? i'd tell you everything and anything, and you'd tell me alot of stuff too! maybe you can say its because im a loser and lack people to talk to, so the amount i talked to you seems little! but we talked like every day and i kinda thought it was a substantial amount. talking to a person for at least an hour, sometimes even from morning to night, EVERY DAY, for about 3 months, at least qualifies her as a good friend, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought you were my best friend, honestly. if i claimed anyone else was my best friend it was to make me look less like a loser without proper friends. i ranked you way up there, and you were on my msn best friends list. up with chloe and hoongyan and kailin and phoebe and fiona and all my best friends! i know it sounds damn ego of me la, but do you even deserve to be my friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe you're busy, maybe you had a valid excuse for not being on for so long. or maybe you blocked me. maybe i didnt matter anymore once you found some other friend to talk to! but what im saying is, i didnt hear from you for a good two months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd forgiven you. i thought, oh, its okay la! XXX is busy lah, not that im being abandoned without other friends. everything will probably be back to normal once the holidays are here, or maybe once the year is over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its so not like anyone to disappear without a word, and come back without a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe you had some kind of change of heart. everything else just bluff me la. i know im stupid, okay! WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe you were disappointed, and maybe you realised your normal friends were much better than me, and i was just a stupid little girl all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but like, OI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when good friends meet after a long time, good friends catch up, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good friends dont act like nothing's happened and just act like, oi, get on with it. and make small talk, and then go back to ignoring each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt want to show that i was mad at you because im too damned polite (edit: in my rage, i'd forgotten how to spell courteous)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also because of the simple reason, that i think we can still be friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you probably thought i was perfectly normal. like i still joked, and talked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was kinda cause there were other people around okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other people that i dont qualify as my best friends, but unfortunately ARE STILL MORE WELL-MANNERED THAN YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people go, 'hey sorry, was busy and couldnt come on this weekend'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you? nothing! and its been more than three months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so three months can undo what three months did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wont lie. the three or four or maybe more (damn that rhymed) months with you as my best friend were awesome, and possibly some of my happiest. fine, maybe they werent very happy to you. is that why i dont matter anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine, i hate myself more. i hate myself for thinking you were so perfect! for thinking you were my best friend! for expecting so much and getting nothing! for liking talking to you so much! for enjoying your company and being under the illusion that you enjoyed mine! for being stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joyce is stupiddddd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-7112998914832861593?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/7112998914832861593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=7112998914832861593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/7112998914832861593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/7112998914832861593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/06/disclaimer-rant.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-2265161315609376053</id><published>2007-06-04T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T02:30:01.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just came back from shrek 3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it was good okay! it was damn cutee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine, it was pretty much a ripoff of shrek one and two, but i still think its worth watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;justin timberlake as artie is so cute! squeals(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;artie (addressing angry mob of villains): the person that's been holding you back is YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rumpelstiltskin: me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mob: GET HIM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg damn lame. but so &lt;strong&gt;cute&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay not gonna spoil it anymore. go watch! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently i got really hooked onto a game on my dad's phone. soccer 3d!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i've always found soccer excruciatingly boring. soccer on tv, on youtube, pictures of soccer players, soccer games on xbox and computers, watching people play soccer, playing soccer (or at least, attempting to) - ALL SO BORING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i dont know why la, im just addicted to playing soccer on my dad's phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its just so fun! SO HAPPY when i score a goal okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the players move around automatically, and all you have to do is press for them to pass the ball, or shoot a goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was playing it while waiting for my dentist appointment, and its so so addictive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first i didnt really like it la, and i was kinda bad at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"why the stupid goalkeeper never block when i shoot an own goal huh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i got better lah. (and discovered the wonders of &lt;em&gt;easy mode&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im playing as switzerland, and i just beat ghana 14-4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was once an old man with a kipper&lt;br /&gt;one day he went for a dipper&lt;br /&gt;the fish went in&lt;br /&gt;and with a swish of its fin&lt;br /&gt;the old man was left alone with a flipper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-2265161315609376053?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/2265161315609376053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=2265161315609376053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/2265161315609376053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/2265161315609376053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/06/just-came-back-from-shrek-3-i-think-it.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-1151810006266510635</id><published>2007-06-02T19:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T19:20:53.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;happy birthday jiejun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-1151810006266510635?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/1151810006266510635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=1151810006266510635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/1151810006266510635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/1151810006266510635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-birthday-jiejun.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-8935274202235725508</id><published>2007-06-01T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T02:20:13.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>something else to add to my wishlist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.papergirlsshop.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0xtsnwnuDQQ/RhzwCjQIdbI/AAAAAAAACTw/5rdLhoaG9TU/s1600-h/5a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052176808616162738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0xtsnwnuDQQ/RhzwCjQIdbI/AAAAAAAACTw/5rdLhoaG9TU/s400/5a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the shirt is SO CUTE! i want i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody order it for me, i dont have a credit card!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on, you know you want to(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xtsnwnuDQQ/RhEWf8ksKGI/AAAAAAAACOY/4DVeLeBdWjc/s1600-h/E0307-02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048841395350808674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xtsnwnuDQQ/RhEWf8ksKGI/AAAAAAAACOY/4DVeLeBdWjc/s400/E0307-02.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish it didnt have to be through bank transfers):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwelll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shrek 3 on monday!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything's getting so &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;tried and tested&lt;/span&gt; nowadays. pirates 3, spiderman 3, and now shrek 3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope shrek 3's good. despite the kinda lousy reviews. but its gottaa be good, its shrek!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parenting thing sounds a little dry, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;next week's schedule!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;monday&lt;/u&gt;; shrek 3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;tuesday&lt;/u&gt;; welfare project ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;wednesday&lt;/u&gt;; shopping for ZENSTONE SKIN:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;thursday&lt;/u&gt;; cmps meeting at my place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;friday&lt;/u&gt;; welfare project ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wl): two days of welfare project. and its not even with chloe or fiona or anything. (which might be a good thing, i'd have less people to fool around with.) friday has yingling though. uhoh(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine! dont fool around then dont lorrr. being a good girl for a while wont kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why didnt i apply for new zealand or wales or something, bleah! chloe and hoongyan and kailin all gonee.): i miss you guyss lehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only first week and already like thaat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind. i'll wait for the sleepover!:D and then i'll be a lil less of a lazy loser(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-8935274202235725508?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/8935274202235725508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=8935274202235725508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/8935274202235725508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/8935274202235725508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/06/something-else-to-add-to-my-wishlist.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0xtsnwnuDQQ/RhzwCjQIdbI/AAAAAAAACTw/5rdLhoaG9TU/s72-c/5a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-5862764785664961466</id><published>2007-06-01T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T02:19:52.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why do people delete their blogs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so not in favour of blog-deleting. what if 10 years from now you want to look back and see 'oh, THIS was what i was like 10 years ago!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or you just want to look back on how stupid/ego/childish/depressed/emo you were!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, im a rubbishy kind of person. i like to hoard stuff:D including blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate throwing stuff away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which unfortunately also means im an extremely messy cluttered person. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell! its 11.24pm and i feel random(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which also means, its 36 minutes to midnight! AND, 60 days and 36 minutes to MY BIRTHDAY:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love birthdays! (mine, i mean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont see how people can stand making a teensy deal out of their birthday): i mean, HELLOO. its your one special day! YOUR DAY!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love making birthdays extra extra special. okay fine, im such a hypocrite! i forget people's birthdays so much. sorryy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andd i owe so many birthday presents. (cough)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its okay, SLOWLY DOES IT(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahah 60 days and 29 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember last year eliz asked me what day it was. and i replied, two months to my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her reaction: -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know, im so shameless(: (especially when i still owe eliz a birthday present, for about 3 months now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway i shall continue being shameless and posting up my birthday wishlist:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO GET IT FOR ME.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WISHLIST!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;pink &lt;strong&gt;esprit a4 notebook&lt;/strong&gt; in taka! &lt;em&gt;(LOVELOVELOVE! &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;the prettiest notebook ever! i dont want it, i neeeed it!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;earrings&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;em&gt; (because its always on my wish list(: )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;new &lt;strong&gt;handphone strap&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;em&gt; (i love my current one, but i've been using it since sec 1! ): i know i've got a few handphone straps from other birthday presents/christmas presents, but none of them are as pretty as my old one! so i just stuck to this. even though the top part's changing colour grosss.)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;new &lt;strong&gt;phone&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;em&gt;(hahahah dream on!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a &lt;strong&gt;mani&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;em&gt;(yes, someone treat me to a full mani-pedi! okay fine i wouldnt mind a normal mani either if you're broke:D i would have gone with phoebe for one today, but the rain was just so bad.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;caprii pants&lt;/strong&gt; from choccolut &lt;em&gt;(i've forgotten how to spell it. choculut? i know its not chocolate, and it has a u in it somewhere! can be found at metro i think.)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TIRAMISU&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;em&gt;(yes!:D tiramisutra's cakes seem so nice!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so bored. so, so bored.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GOOODD MORNING! because its 12.11 now! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i dont feel like sleeping):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'll go find something else to do!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-5862764785664961466?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/5862764785664961466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=5862764785664961466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/5862764785664961466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/5862764785664961466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/06/why-do-people-delete-their-blogs-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170409748405731038.post-2232200871513460370</id><published>2007-05-31T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T21:46:28.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NEW BLOG:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never know how to start. what do you say for a first post! is it like any other post, or is it supposed to be special and all intro-y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is going to be different from all my other blogs(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not going to talk about stupid stuff that only i know about anymore, and im not going to hide stuff and write things in small fonts, or fonts the same colour as the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i kinda like this skin! except that there are random models prancing around, which i dont really like. i dont like having other people that i dont know, that dont know me, and will probably never ever meet me or come across their photo on this random stranger's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell. will make my own skin once i get over this ITS-THE-JUNE-HOLIDAYS laziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so lazy nowadays! my cmps stuff is dying and i was supposed to do all my math revision! im even too lazy to chiong maple, omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, this skin had a section for music. i dont like blogs with music! imo, people can listen to their own music, and probably dont like my music taste. i dont like visiting blogs with music, it interferes with my own! plus, the songs will play over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;radioblogclub's good, at least it doesnt autoplay. but even so, nobody would go to a blog just to listen to the blog's music. (hello, loser much!) and even if you like the music on a blog, you'd have to keep the blog's page open. if you happened to accidentally click a link on the blog, the music would be gone/restarted. which is so annoying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and speaking of other people's music, i hate people who play their music on speakers/phones on the train!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to listen to your music, okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other day, i was on the mrt listening to my new zen stone (ZEN STONE!&lt;3) and this guy came and sat down next to me. his phone was one of those mp3 phones where you can play music REALLY LOUDLY. and the whole carriage was like looking at him, but he was completely oblivious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he probably thought everyone liked his music too. EGO MUCH? i mean, listen to your music on headphones! nobody else wants to hear it. especially when its stupid, outdated, boppy tunes from high school musical. i mean, who listens to that anymore! i used to love it lah, but doesnt everyone tire of listening to 'WE'RE ALLL IN THIS TOGETHEERRR' after a while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the inconsiderate guy. i had half a mind to slap him, and took off my headphones and wanted to tell him to at least turn down his music. (i bet he would have stared at me like i was a madwoman, but whatever.) luckily for him, he got off the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe he saw me glaring pointedly and took the hint, and caught the next train(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmygod i love the autosave function! or i would have completely lost this post. i tried to copy it, and the whole thing disappeared. desperately pressing control-z to attempt to undo what i did didnt work, when i noticed the 'Now Blogger saves your drafts automatically!' pop up at the bottom of the screen. and i went back to 'edit posts' and TADAH! my post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay blogger!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love the autosave. love it love it love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170409748405731038-2232200871513460370?l=glitterstained.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/feeds/2232200871513460370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170409748405731038&amp;postID=2232200871513460370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/2232200871513460370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170409748405731038/posts/default/2232200871513460370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glitterstained.blogspot.com/2007/05/new-blogd-i-never-know-how-to-start.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
