<?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-23003583</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:58:45.220+08:00</updated><category term='hawhawhaw'/><title type='text'>joylovepeace</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>166</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23003583.post-760206602243855374</id><published>2006-12-09T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T21:35:38.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I jam, Fi jams, Izzy jams! we all JAM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TUJKG2dfeSg/RXq7Tb4cwWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cr0nE1EBwhY/s1600-h/Photo-1404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TUJKG2dfeSg/RXq7Tb4cwWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cr0nE1EBwhY/s320/Photo-1404.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006519878352159074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;after &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;UBER&lt;/span&gt; early debate practice at &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SMU&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I went j&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;amming&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Fi&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Amirah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! It was so fun! I played the electric guitar. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Fi&lt;/span&gt;, the bass and &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Amirah&lt;/span&gt;, the drums.&lt;br /&gt;We played &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Reason by &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;HOOBS&lt;/span&gt; and Vindicated by Dashboard Confessional&lt;/span&gt;. We messed around quite a bit too. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Funfunfun&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Bishan&lt;/span&gt; library and ate at macs. took some &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;neoprints&lt;/span&gt; as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BUT THE SADDEST THING HAPPENED! we jammed so hard that I am banned from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; jamming EVER and &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;amirah&lt;/span&gt; is grounded till sec 2 streaming. sigh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not as bummed as I was yesterday. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Cuz&lt;/span&gt; after thinking about it for a while, it's not like I'm not going to become a &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;professional&lt;/span&gt; musician anytime soon, or ever. Jamming is leisure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;But I'm sad that my daydreams had to end so abruptly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I don't really feel like blogging anymore. so let the pictures do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TUJKG2dfeSg/RXq6XL4cwTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/e-rRZi0YjSg/s1600-h/Photo-1396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TUJKG2dfeSg/RXq6XL4cwTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/e-rRZi0YjSg/s320/Photo-1396.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006518843265040690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Fi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TUJKG2dfeSg/RXq6qb4cwUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kYmk7Untr1A/s1600-h/Photo-1397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TUJKG2dfeSg/RXq6qb4cwUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kYmk7Untr1A/s320/Photo-1397.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006519173977522498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, Amirah"Izzy", Fi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/23003583-760206602243855374?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/760206602243855374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=760206602243855374' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/760206602243855374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/760206602243855374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-jam-fi-jams-izzy-jams-we-all-jam.html' title='I jam, Fi jams, Izzy jams! we all JAM'/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TUJKG2dfeSg/RXq7Tb4cwWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cr0nE1EBwhY/s72-c/Photo-1404.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23003583.post-4888320142654814848</id><published>2006-12-07T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T14:26:29.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>I absolutely LOVE the way &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ryan, Matt &lt;/span&gt;and I sip coffee while making fun of each other using our schools Like how Ryan will be taking his o's or how Matt looks nothing like a scout but actually is one.. Or how we all live so close to each other that we have to walk back together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also LOVE the way&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Izzy, Fii &lt;/span&gt;and I conference call for 2 hours straight, talking about absolutely NOTHING. while izzy is being attacked by her niece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE the way the sec 1, soon to be 2&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; pcs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;bond so fast and go to macs to feast after a long discussion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-4888320142654814848?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/4888320142654814848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=4888320142654814848' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/4888320142654814848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/4888320142654814848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/12/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23003583.post-8384706516429103617</id><published>2006-12-04T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T12:08:33.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wz0AXHhMLk8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wz0AXHhMLk8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just HAD to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-8384706516429103617?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/8384706516429103617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=8384706516429103617' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/8384706516429103617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/8384706516429103617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-just-had-to.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23003583.post-6224568228300766059</id><published>2006-12-01T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T23:00:30.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>forgiveness,forgiveness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet another crazy convo with Justine&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hugglepants.&lt;br /&gt;Hugglepants reminds me of little dwarfs hugging their pants.&lt;br /&gt;Such weird imagery. yes?no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st December,11.00pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'joy"  my cellular banana-phone says:&lt;br /&gt;HELLO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a hint of asbestos and a dash of formaldehyde. says:&lt;br /&gt;HELLO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"joy"  my cellular banana-phone says:&lt;br /&gt;I like Brendon Urie's glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a hint of asbestos and a dash of formaldehyde. says:&lt;br /&gt;the red ones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a hint of asbestos and a dash of formaldehyde. says:&lt;br /&gt;the rectangular red ones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"joy"  my cellular banana-phone says:&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"joy"  my cellular banana-phone says:&lt;br /&gt;they're hip and GAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a hint of asbestos and a dash of formaldehyde. says:&lt;br /&gt;GAY?! are you high or smth?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"joy"  my cellular banana-phone says:&lt;br /&gt;(: im always high&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/23003583-6224568228300766059?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/6224568228300766059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=6224568228300766059' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/6224568228300766059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/6224568228300766059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/12/forgivenessforgiveness.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23003583.post-3783190187467513691</id><published>2006-11-27T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T15:52:44.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hellos to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been reading enough. My vocabulary is severely lacking. I've snatched a few novels from my brother's bookshelf, books with authors like Terry Pratchett, Daniel Pinkwater.. etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favourite things to do right now, is huddle up amongst pillows in my oversized trackpants and hangten tees, with a packet of chocolate milk not far away, slip on some old reading glasses and read.. and read.&lt;br /&gt;Currently re-reading Eragon. Bracing myself for the moviehaha. I find Saphira as a young hatchling quite cute. Especially the first night when she slept on Eragon's pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw.. i bet you're wondering why I'm not at the chalet yet. SO AM I!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-3783190187467513691?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/3783190187467513691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=3783190187467513691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/3783190187467513691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/3783190187467513691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/11/hellos-to-all.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-5000787289578439221</id><published>2006-11-27T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T13:15:55.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm going in about an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've decided to put on a list of..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;FIFTEEN SONGS I WOULD-DRINK-EGGNOG-TO-LISTEN-TO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Foot In Your Mouth- Hoobastank&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wonderwall- Oasis&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;3. Skeptics and True Believers- The Academy is...&lt;br /&gt;4. Connected- Hoobastank(performed for Halo2 soundtrack )&lt;br /&gt;5.Right Before Your Eyes- Hoobastank(performed for Daredevil soundtrack)&lt;br /&gt;6. Promiscuous- Nelly Furtado ft. Timbaland&lt;br /&gt;7. Green Eyes- Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;8. St.Anger-Metallica&lt;br /&gt;9. Civil War- Guns N Roses&lt;br /&gt;10. Backstabber- The Dresden Dolls&lt;br /&gt;11. My Alcoholic Friends- The Dresden Dolls&lt;br /&gt;12.Sweet Sacrifice- Evanescence&lt;br /&gt;13. If God Made You- Five For Fighting&lt;br /&gt;14.The Dark Of The Matinee- Franz Ferdinand&lt;br /&gt;15. Crawling In The Dark-Hoobastank(orchestrated version)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these songs deserve double kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-5000787289578439221?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/5000787289578439221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=5000787289578439221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/5000787289578439221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/5000787289578439221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-going-in-about-hour.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23003583.post-3357984130354215256</id><published>2006-11-26T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T21:05:26.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I bid you all adieu,&lt;br /&gt;as I embark into...Pasir Ris&lt;br /&gt;for our EL chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you on a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;very tired&lt;/span&gt; 29th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-3357984130354215256?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/3357984130354215256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=3357984130354215256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/3357984130354215256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/3357984130354215256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-bid-you-all-adieu-as-i-embark-into.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-9148838930235237931</id><published>2006-11-26T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T11:36:08.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing to blog about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except the Hoob boards are completely flooded with posts by Doug and Chris on the eve of their US tour. Non from Dan though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO MATTER, i enjoy posting with Chris. Doug too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little convo i had with feee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "joy"  my cellular banana-phone says:&lt;br /&gt;hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fiiqahh ;  yay!!let's bond again!(: says:&lt;br /&gt;hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"joy"  my cellular banana-phone says:&lt;br /&gt;sat something funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fiiqahh ;  wind it up says:&lt;br /&gt;huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"joy"  my cellular banana-phone says:&lt;br /&gt;say someting REALLY funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fiiqahh ;  wind it up says:&lt;br /&gt;something REALLY funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fiiqahh ;  wind it up says:&lt;br /&gt;ahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fiiqahh ;  wind it up says:&lt;br /&gt;: D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"joy"  my cellular banana-phone says:&lt;br /&gt;YES REALLY FUNNY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"joy"  my cellular banana-phone says:&lt;br /&gt;SPit it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fiiqahh ;  wind it up says:&lt;br /&gt;errm..JOY are you okay? ? ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"joy"  my cellular banana-phone says:&lt;br /&gt;HEE HEE HEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so bored..*stab**break neck**kill*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-9148838930235237931?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/9148838930235237931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=9148838930235237931' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/9148838930235237931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/9148838930235237931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/11/heyy-nothing-to-blog-about.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23003583.post-7620844793301749247</id><published>2006-11-24T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T19:26:43.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventures of JOY and CHITS (part2)</title><content type='html'>I have returned from my adventure with Chits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a cab to cineleisure. Taxi guy brought me to plaza singapura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taxiguy: here.&lt;br /&gt;Joy:wha? .. this isn't cineleisure.&lt;br /&gt;Taxiguy: there CATHAY.&lt;br /&gt;Joy: i said CINE-LEISURE&lt;br /&gt;taxiguy: ohh.. ohh.. ...*silence* CATHAY!&lt;br /&gt;Joy: nono.. cineleisure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end, I reach Cineleisure and poor chits-mama is waiting in front of famous amos. Get tickets to go watch Happy Feet. Awesome movie- not only includes the cutest singing penguins ever, but a lot of information about conservation of marine mammals and the impact someone's actions may have on others etc..etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we headed on down to Long John's and get cheese fries and crunchy shrimp. Spent about twenty minutes reminiscing and talking about secondary school, primary school and laughing our butts of stupid things like me going : " hmm?" with a shrimp in hand...sigh. I have a strange feeling that some bhps-ans or whatever they're called are coming to Cedar. Bought famous amos cookies-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; nutless&lt;/span&gt; cookies might i add. heehehehhehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we cross the road and go to HMV where I get... HOOBASTANK- La Cigale LIVE IN PARIS which completely drained my wallet's insides. I saw Daniel Ong on a catwalk. WHAT HAS THE WORLD COME TO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Takashimaya and got lost. Scary experience because it's so big and I had a feeling that some old lady was following us. Every now and then, I would turn back and she would pull up some newspapers to hide herself. Creepy old lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Chits was thirsty so she bought iced milo from 711. I decided to leave early so she wanted to get a cab to go to Great World City to look for her mom. I left her at specialist centre and she walked back to cineleisure for the cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss chits. i miss friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i have my la cigale. HAHAHAHAHHAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-7620844793301749247?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/7620844793301749247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=7620844793301749247' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/7620844793301749247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/7620844793301749247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/11/adventures-of-joy-and-chits-part2.html' title='The Adventures of JOY and CHITS (part2)'/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23003583.post-3274311500935945494</id><published>2006-11-24T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T11:09:07.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Amazing Adventures of JOY and CHITZ.</title><content type='html'>checking times for HAPPYFEET. I'm going to watch it with Chits today hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;ok.. bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-3274311500935945494?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/3274311500935945494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=3274311500935945494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/3274311500935945494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/3274311500935945494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/11/amazing-adventures-of-joy-and-chitz.html' title='The Amazing Adventures of JOY and CHITZ.'/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-5767578107604082887</id><published>2006-11-23T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T22:56:52.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/447/2808/1600/551305/S5000405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/447/2808/320/416811/S5000405.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Le Cd collection.&lt;br /&gt;Not many but a whole lotta good music including:&lt;br /&gt;HOOBASTANK, Radiohead, Sugar Ray, Five For Fighting and of course Nickelback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Jarhead. Ssshhhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. where is Izzy?&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/23003583-5767578107604082887?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/5767578107604082887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=5767578107604082887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/5767578107604082887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/5767578107604082887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/11/le-cd-collection.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-133238801386332203</id><published>2006-11-22T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T13:32:25.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&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" flashvars="id=1&amp;status=maximize&amp;amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fnicole.valencot.free.fr%2FAl-Houda%2Fgharbi%2Fsounds%2FWeird%20Al%20Yankovic%20-%20White%20And%20Nerdy.rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#666666;new_tracks:#000000;" bgcolor="#ECECEC" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird Al is one of the few rappers I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family has stomach flue. I'm the lone survivor. The dettol fumes are getting to my brain. I've begun hallucinating. The bathroom is  a warzone. Four sick people fighting over the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Robbie Williams was NOT meant for rapping.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a pretty sight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-133238801386332203?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/133238801386332203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=133238801386332203' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/133238801386332203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/133238801386332203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/11/weird-al-is-one-of-few-rappers-i-like.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23003583.post-190139773959765125</id><published>2006-11-18T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T18:11:28.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watching Justin Timberlake steal all the VMAs is quite heart-wrenching.&lt;br /&gt;But watching &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;The Killers win best Rock&lt;/span&gt; act makes-up for all of that. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Snoop perform and I thought.. "HEY! this guy looks familiar" and then.. My dad walks in. And I suddenly get this mental picture of my dad with a mustache minus a bit of flab:P. and TADAH! snoooop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom got me this planner/diary/notebook/calendar/whothe- which means that I wasn't very organized this year which means that she thinks the planner will help me next year. But, I was thinking of getting the planner. Except I have a sneaky suspicion that the planner was a free gift because it has the words.. S-E-I-Y-U on it.hmm.. I wonder what THAT means hmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so &lt;s&gt;pissed&lt;/s&gt; angry at a certain someone right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:250%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Go away!&lt;/span&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/23003583-190139773959765125?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/190139773959765125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=190139773959765125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/190139773959765125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/190139773959765125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/11/watching-justin-timberlake-steal-all.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-6824426746283373838</id><published>2006-11-18T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T18:02:46.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not really directed at anyone in particular. Just life itself and how unfair it is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tensions are rising &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My doubt escalates. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Something within, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yearning to escape&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you taunt me so? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think you understand,&lt;br /&gt;How this thing's s'posed to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm holding it together,&lt;br /&gt;doing all the work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It don't feel right,&lt;br /&gt;to be standing here,waiting for you to budge,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later.. I'll come for you&lt;br /&gt;With my bloodied grudge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-lejoy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;come and get me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-6824426746283373838?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/6824426746283373838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=6824426746283373838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/6824426746283373838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/6824426746283373838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-not-really-directed-at-anyone-in.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-6024508546552140403</id><published>2006-11-17T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T17:08:55.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hello world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the word &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;esoteric&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It's nice to say. Today, I went to Yishun to watch a movie with Isis. I am freeeakked out.  I almost fell asleep in the train. And in the bus to the station, this group of elderly people jumped in and i didnt give up my seat. So the elderly person behind me kept kicking the back of my seat. ahh! Had a rushed lunch at mcdonalds. Isis brought in cheese fries for the movie and there was this group of kids sitting at the back shouting and laughing non stop and halfway through the movie, Isis said something like MCR and Mikey Way's phase of depression which sounded like "&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;that's why MCR donated all their crotches"&lt;/span&gt;  hahahahahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've missed going out to movies with Isis. TOday was fun fun fun! She's going to meet Justine and Nadia at vivo on monday. HAHAHHA im sure they'll be fine whee heehehehhehe! and if not, she can always put me in her bag and pull me out whenever she likes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda tired today. I still have a lot to do. like..&lt;br /&gt;finishing my homework all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's all take comfort in this early picture of Hoob. They look so YOUTHFUL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/447/2808/1600/70078/358359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/447/2808/320/499100/358359.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-6024508546552140403?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/6024508546552140403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=6024508546552140403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/6024508546552140403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/6024508546552140403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello-world-i-like-word-esoteric.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-8229103153195877768</id><published>2006-11-16T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T18:52:57.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've found this quiz. i hope it brings you pleasure. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is your display name from a song?&lt;br /&gt;-WELL...&lt;br /&gt;do you have over 100 friends on friendster?&lt;br /&gt;- nope. I dont plan to.&lt;br /&gt;do you have pictures of yourself? - Don't we all.&lt;br /&gt;do you get 1-3 comments everyday? - sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;would you and your friends...rob a bank? - sure&lt;br /&gt;.team up together and kill someone? - not really..I dont like killing people. Too messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in your room do you have..&lt;br /&gt;a wood floor or carpet? - wood floor.&lt;br /&gt;walls painted in bright colours? - yup. purple&lt;br /&gt;artwork hanging on the walls? - No thank you&lt;br /&gt;clothes on the floor? - nay&lt;br /&gt;stuffed animals - yes:)&lt;br /&gt;a hidden stash of candy? - who told you that?&lt;br /&gt;your own tv? - I wish&lt;br /&gt;100cds? - I've lost count but maybe nearing that&lt;br /&gt;a bunch of pictures of bands and celebrities? - strangely, no. my room is quite bare.&lt;br /&gt;would you ever...sing a solo? -  nah&lt;br /&gt;take an hour-long shower? - yes&lt;br /&gt;smoke pot just to be cool? - What yo' saying? i AM cool! *rolls off chair*&lt;br /&gt;spend all night on homework? - nope&lt;br /&gt;do you like...more than one boy? - yes&lt;br /&gt;daisies? - not really&lt;br /&gt;to get your nails done? - i havent really done that&lt;br /&gt;black raspberry ice cream? - it's fine&lt;br /&gt;the beach? - i luv the beach&lt;br /&gt;cats? - they're fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.now&lt;br /&gt;...is your hair up? - it's ALWAYS up&lt;br /&gt;is your phone beside you? - in front of me&lt;br /&gt;do you wish you were somewhere? - yes. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;in dan's arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.are you cold? - nay&lt;br /&gt;.are you excited? - nop&lt;br /&gt;.are you watching tv? - nah&lt;br /&gt;who's the last person you sms-ed? - Feeee&lt;br /&gt;.done anything you regret? - please&lt;br /&gt;ever lied? - nope... ok yes.&lt;br /&gt;ever tripped over your own feet? - yup&lt;br /&gt;ever thrown up because you cried so hard? - that's disgusting. NO&lt;br /&gt;have any plans? - yearhh&lt;br /&gt;have you yelled at someone? - yups&lt;br /&gt;have you called more than 3 people? - uhhyea&lt;br /&gt;have you sms-ed more than 3 people? -  yes&lt;br /&gt;first thing you did this morning? -&lt;br /&gt;what's something you look forward to in the next 3 weeks? -&lt;br /&gt;what's annoying you right now? - I'm at peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;awaiting nirvana.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had a very retarded conversation with archie just now. He was really really amused by  this Hindi song. ChothiChothi. He's a nice guy haha. I'm sad for him that his granddaddy passed on a while ago&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; He's going back for the funeral tomorrow night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, stupid msn messenger is soooo dead. Troubleshoot MY ASS YOUR FOOT! Good thing I didn't go to school today. No EL. hahahaha. okbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;btw.. i've changed my email addie to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:thatgreenthing@gmail.com"&gt;thatgreenthing@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-8229103153195877768?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/8229103153195877768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=8229103153195877768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/8229103153195877768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/8229103153195877768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/11/ive-found-this-quiz.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-2339707572111949161</id><published>2006-11-13T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:40:06.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;TOday, I went out with Auntay Artay. We watched StepUp which is the oh-so-predictable love story between two complete opposites who have one thing in common. they like to shake it. OHYEAH! We ate at BurgerKing again.. and I drank some frap at starbucks. UMM.. then we took the train back to bishan where she took 88 and i took 52. I pooped. I finished half my karangan*kill*. Flow of ideas is dying. I think I'm going to meet Poojha's cuzin on Friday at Escape Theme Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, chomp on this irresistably named band- THE DAN BAND.&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" flashvars="id=1&amp;status=maximize&amp;amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.cybertavern.net%2Fspeakeasy%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FThe%20Dan%20Band%20-%20Total%20Eclipse%20Of%20The%20Heart.rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#666666;new_tracks:#FF0000;" bgcolor="#ECECEC" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-2339707572111949161?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/2339707572111949161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=2339707572111949161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/2339707572111949161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/2339707572111949161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-5743441822174075724</id><published>2006-11-12T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T20:48:44.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im having a retarded conversation with Alynna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE CHOCOLATE CHIP ALYNNA says:&lt;br /&gt;AND CHEESE (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"joy" says:&lt;br /&gt;CHEEESSEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALYNNA says:&lt;br /&gt;AND AND AND..... MORE CHEESE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALYNNA says:&lt;br /&gt;YES CHEEEEEEEEEESE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALYNNA says:&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHEESE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"joy" says:&lt;br /&gt;AND MORE CHEESE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;LATER...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALYNNA;YOU CAN IGNORE.IF I'M TALKING RUBBISH. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH NO YOU'RE NOT RUBBISHY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"joy" says:&lt;br /&gt;I AM SMELLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALYNNA;YOU CAN IGNORE.IF I'M TALKING RUBBISH. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH. RUBBISH =/= SMELLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALYNNA;YOU CAN IGNORE.IF I'M TALKING RUBBISH. says:&lt;br /&gt;smelly=smelly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALYNNA;YOU CAN IGNORE.IF I'M TALKING RUBBISH. says:&lt;br /&gt;RUBBISH=RUBBISH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;ALYNNA IS SO FUN TO TALK TO. hee hee hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-5743441822174075724?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/5743441822174075724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=5743441822174075724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/5743441822174075724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/5743441822174075724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-having-retarded-conversation-with.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-4236996848939373612</id><published>2006-11-11T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:10:21.880+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hawhawhaw'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm trying out blogger beta. I dont see what's the difference-except for all the bubbles around the words.and that label thing. hmm.. i wonder what that does. I suppose it labels... things...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-4236996848939373612?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/4236996848939373612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=4236996848939373612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/4236996848939373612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/4236996848939373612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-trying-out-blogger-beta.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-116281349732035491</id><published>2006-11-06T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:49.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's what has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday,4 November.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I went to Zahrah's house for a Hari Raya party. Her parents are really friendly and her house is really nice. Her track friends came too. I ate a LOT of cake and such. So much yumyum so little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday, 5 November&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Went out with the CBC minus Justine. They couldn't contact her..sigh... but we had a great time. WE went out and watched the Prestige together. It's awesome but slightly complicated but still awesome. Adinda cut her hair ahahah. We ate at BurgerKing and I was playing with my Sprite. hee hee. Adinda was counting the number of times she burped. Jiahui was laughing a lot and JingYi was playing with her food. It's fun to remember primary school days, besides the bad stuff like homework and PSLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw. the cbc blog is up and running once again. It's on the links. but you can click &lt;a href="http://www.cerealboxtales.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-116281349732035491?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/116281349732035491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=116281349732035491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/116281349732035491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/116281349732035491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/11/heres-what-has-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-116271229498866742</id><published>2006-11-05T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:49.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look into my eyes and,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you'll see,&lt;br /&gt;One and one make two,&lt;br /&gt;Two and one make three,&lt;br /&gt;it was destiny,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why but I find that verse very very inspiring. lol&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog more about today tomorrow cuz I'm waiting for everything to sink and use my &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;superhuman brain&lt;/span&gt; to understand everything because I know something fishy is going on at home.. hmmm... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-116271229498866742?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/116271229498866742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=116271229498866742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/116271229498866742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/116271229498866742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/11/look-into-my-eyes-and-im-sure-youll.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-116245127811634108</id><published>2006-11-02T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:49.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/1708/1600/vanity%20fair.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Vanity Fair&lt;/span&gt; is a little below my favourite movie. My favourite movie shall never be defined because I've tried naming it but it changes every few minutes so I've left that slot completely blank. i love vanityfair cuz, all the people in it are so pretty and it's like Pride and Prejudice EXCEPT it isn't. Reese Witherspoon is my favourite actress.. next to Keira Knightley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cast from Vanity Fair. They look so... &lt;em&gt;pure.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/gallery/ss/0241025/Ss/0241025/4744.jpg.html?path=gallery&amp;amp;path_key=0241025"&gt;clickety&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You've stopped talking to me,&lt;br /&gt;And I couldn't care less.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you see.. or in this dont see in me,&lt;br /&gt;you better confess.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz living like this ain't healthy,&lt;br /&gt;Living like this ain't right.&lt;br /&gt;Can't we keep our relationship friendly?&lt;br /&gt;I'll ignore you too, i just might.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you know who you are....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-116245127811634108?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/116245127811634108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=116245127811634108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/116245127811634108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/116245127811634108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-have-to-say-that-vanity-fair-is.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-116243823847149850</id><published>2006-11-02T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:49.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ACCHHHHH!!!!! ACKACKACK! StupEEd Mcafee security trying to SABOHtage my computer. I cant tag on anyone's tagboard cuz it's blocked out ALL tagboards. Die Mcafee. DIE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-116243823847149850?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/116243823847149850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=116243823847149850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/116243823847149850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/116243823847149850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/11/acchhhhh-ackackack-stupeed-mcafee.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-116235140223139938</id><published>2006-11-01T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:49.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my Grandfather's birthday and Halloween. So when we were leaving the house, I could see little witches running around in circles due to the high dose of sugar in their bloodstreams. My mom didnt attend cuz she was busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family was the last to reach their house. So we were eating dinner with my dad's uncle and his wife. It was so funny how everyone was talking at the same time but everyone understood what everyone else was saying. I felt so out of place cuz all i was doing was playing with my mutton thing. After finishing our sumptuous dinner of all things Indian, we went to the living room to talk about current affairs and such. On one side of the room was all the men and the other was all the women. The men were talking about cricket and lalalal whatever. And the women were  talking about religion and stuff. They tried to get me involved by asking the usual questions like. " How's school?" or "what's your favourite subject?" but they could tell I didnt really want to get involved when I gave them blunt and uninterested answers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many differences between my Dad's side and my Mom's side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, i went out with Feeee and Leeee yesterday. We ate at Macs and took MORE neoprints for the heck of it. this week I spent 7 dollars on neoprints. Not as bad as 30 dollars on neoprints like &lt;em&gt;SOMEBODY &lt;/em&gt;i know. Feeeeee said she'll miss coach Andy. The truth is I will too. But he was pretty BUFF. especially in that black spandexy tshirt. hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more goodnews...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finished theory.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finished learning backstabber. but quite raw. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finished learning The Reason accurately on the guitar. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;going away for the holidays. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;badnews&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;may not be joining guitar group&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-116235140223139938?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/116235140223139938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=116235140223139938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/116235140223139938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/116235140223139938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/11/yesterday-was-my-grandfathers-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-116219685206326201</id><published>2006-10-30T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:49.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning, I went for some leadership workshop with the other ppls. Then Fi, Liyana and I went to J8 and ate at mcdonalds. HAHAHA! Some small kid dude was staring at Liyana. AHAHHA. And then, we went to take neoprints- my FIRST ever neoprints. It's a rushed sequence of events where we have to change our positions within a short amount of time. Nonetheless fun. HHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I called my mom and she let me watch Deathnote with Feeee! THe movie's so... jApanese. haha. OH AND GUES WHO WE SAWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;mr  sean lim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he had this UBER wide smile. Hahaha. so cute. Then feee asked.. " what are you doing here?" and he said" i live around here. cannot come here issit?". Then I was shaking and I couldnt feel my cheek muscles anymore because i was smiling so wide. AHAHHAAH...&lt;br /&gt;THat's my day. Poojha is in looove! HAHAHAH!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-116219685206326201?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/116219685206326201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=116219685206326201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/116219685206326201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/116219685206326201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/10/hello-this-morning-i-went-for-some.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-116209314833882897</id><published>2006-10-29T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:49.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/1708/1600/bigasstour%202006.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/1708/320/bigasstour%202006.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He doesnt look a thing like Jesus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But he talks like a gentleman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like you imagined&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you were young&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; WHO'S THAT? WHO'S THAT MAN? THAT'S DAN MAN! Let's ignore that expression on doug's face shall we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have finally narrowed down the list for my favourite music.&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Hoobastank&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;2. The Killers.&lt;br /&gt;3. Breaking Benjamin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-116209314833882897?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/116209314833882897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=116209314833882897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/116209314833882897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/116209314833882897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/10/he-doesnt-look-thing-like-jesusbut-he.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-116200917408574367</id><published>2006-10-28T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:49.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>currently reading: Script for Black Comedy by Peter Shaffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's The ACSian Independent Stage 2007 production. I feel like watching it when it comes out.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;u&gt;AM &lt;/u&gt;going to finish my Science Holiday homework &lt;u&gt;TODAY&lt;/u&gt; . I think Justine kinda looks like Isis. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next goa&lt;em&gt;l&lt;/em&gt;: to finish learning how to play this on the piano. Im halfway done. &lt;em&gt;Dangit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" 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=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;amp;filepath=http://rever-mieux.ifrance.com/radio.blog/sounds/Pride And Prejudice Soundtrack - Your Hands Are Cold.swf&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-116200917408574367?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/116200917408574367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=116200917408574367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/116200917408574367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/116200917408574367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/10/currently-reading-script-for-black.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-116194369727415219</id><published>2006-10-27T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:49.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/1708/1600/S5000324.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/1708/320/S5000324.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was very fun. I went out with Isis again. We met at J8 and then we took the train to Somerset and ate at Long John's. Then we watched DOA and after that, we went to starbucks. I ordered a caramel frap. She did too. Then we watched ANOTHER movie- The guardian. I thought it was a lot nicer than DOA. I almost cried. And when the movie was beginning this group of ahlians asked us to move from OUR seats to the side. Isis was like ' this is OUR seat'. Then they mumbled something and we moved. Thank goodness, halfway through, this European guy sitting behind them accidentally kicked oen of the girls in the head. haha. Isis saw this hot guy hahah. I should have taken a picture.&lt;br /&gt;Today I spent 7 hours out of my house with Isis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-116194369727415219?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/116194369727415219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=116194369727415219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/116194369727415219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/116194369727415219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/10/today-was-very-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-116185874893563845</id><published>2006-10-26T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:49.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A poem I wrote for someone i know so little yet so much about. I LOVE you for making my sec 1 life so exciting. But i HATE you for leaving without any notice. I'll always miss you. You'll always be mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been waiting for someone like u to show up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To keep me company and show me that,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had you to tell people to shut up, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To keep my life from getting downright flat. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But when the time came to show me your worth,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You took me for granted and tore me apart,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You snuck off with people and absorbed their filth,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now the time has come for us to finally part. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And our final goodbye was never meant to be,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I waited but you never turned up.. you see.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; I cant forget you, you're too much a part of me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I waited but you never turned up....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My final day of school was marred by heavy rains and UNO games. I stayed back for some sort of appraisal on my debating. Tmr Im going to watch another movie with Isis. I wonder what... hmmm.... im loaded with prefect workshops and camps as well as intense debate sessions and gotta buck up on that studying that I've promiSED i'd do. More holiday homework. Hoping I'll finish it within the week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-116185874893563845?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/116185874893563845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=116185874893563845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/116185874893563845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/116185874893563845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/10/poem-i-wrote-for-someone-i-know-so.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-116176128735949526</id><published>2006-10-25T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:49.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like getting blood out of a stone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The city left you all alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You came to dance, but there's no poignancy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When they all leave you standing alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Belle&amp;Sebastian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just came back from school. This morning was super boring because Isis and Poojha didn come to school. I think Isis is recovering from her UBER EXHILIRATING HARI RAYA and Poojha is enjoying herself in Malaysia. I envy them SO much right now. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This workshop was squished into the morning periods. It was ok but after almost 3 hours of sitting down... Recess was fine and dandy. Some people were selling honey and c hocolates and sweet things outside the staffroom. Fi, Amirah, Lynn and Athirah together with ME! went to check it out. Teachers are nice people. Or at least the ones in Cedar are nice. Everyone's so happy because of Hari Raya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had to stay back after school for some sort of talk with the principal and vice principal. About the achievements within our Performing Arts group. :P:P:P:P Chudney told me about her actor crush. He's not bad looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the holiday homework for the next few weeks. sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) English worksheet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2)Malay worksheet.&lt;br /&gt;3) science worksheet.&lt;br /&gt;4) Geography worksheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know FAR too well that that can't be all of it. So therefore, I shall wait quietly and try my HARDEST to avoid any further homework. sighh.. But Naddy-waddy says last year when she was in sec1, they gave her lots of homewokr but didn collect it the next year. This proves the system is corrupted and biased towards students. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but then again, I can always say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;SCREW the system man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-116176128735949526?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/116176128735949526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=116176128735949526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/116176128735949526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/116176128735949526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/10/like-getting-blood-out-of-stonethe.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-116159063819100881</id><published>2006-10-23T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:48.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;READ BELOW FOR FURTHER INSANITY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Sims2 is a love-hate game. I've been playing it non-stop for 6 hours and i passed 2 generations of Sims and during that 6th hour, the whole thing shut itself down. That's not that bad.. but the problem is.. i didnt save anything. Maybe it's my fault. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But it's always better(and *easier) to blame the CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a movie marathon yesterday. But one in the comfort of my own home. I watched &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Lakehouse, Thank You For Smoking, The Matrix Revolutions, An American Rhapsody and The Chronicles Of Riddick at home, in a chair with a can of coke in one hand and Swenson's chocolate chip icecream in the other. aww.. it felt good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today, besides playing the Sims2 I've been re-reading pride and prejudice. It's the ultimate book if you feel moppy. :P but it's nice to see how in every Victorian romance, the couple tends to feud before actually getting together even though they very well know their feelings for one another. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have also concluded that Keanu Reeves is &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; a bad actor but when put in comparison with Hugo Weaving,..uhhh. I watched two movies with him acting in each of them. In both movies, his character was vastly different but his tone and way of... speaking was THE SAME. i couldn't really differintiate between Neo and Alex. I burst out laughing quite a few times in both movies.&lt;br /&gt;In the matrix, the part where Trinity and Neo are talking about leaving for the Machine City. and then she goes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm scared too. It took me 10 minutes to buckle up one boot." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBVIOUSLY, this is humour but the way she says it is so blunt and un-sarcastic that you laugh because of her bad acting. And Keanu Reeves isn't helping either when continues to act blur and slick up his hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I read this article about The Prestige. It stated that Hugh Jackman and CHristian Bale were childish in the movie and Hugh Jackman portrayed his cahracter better the Christian Bale. And that there was also a HUgh- Scarlett movie fest going on involving the same roles.&lt;br /&gt;LIke scoop and the prestige are both about magicians. :)&lt;br /&gt;And then it struck me..&lt;br /&gt;What if there was a new movie involving the collaboration of the Xmen and Batman.&lt;br /&gt;That'd be a good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so INTO movies now. It's all I ever do. Aghh.. I bet by next year, I'll be a fat couch potatoe. Or worse.. a dead couch potatoe. sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ps.. where is Isis.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-116159063819100881?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/116159063819100881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=116159063819100881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/116159063819100881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/116159063819100881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/10/read-below-for-further-insanity.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-116149159069783960</id><published>2006-10-22T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:48.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/1708/1600/untitled.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/1708/320/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont know what happened yesterday. It's like I had a mental breakdown or something. I still have those feelings but they dont feel as bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I woke up at 7 this morning and sat on my window ledge. It was such a great feeling.. like nothing was going to happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/1708/320/HISFH.2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&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/23003583-116149159069783960?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/116149159069783960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=116149159069783960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/116149159069783960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/116149159069783960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-dont-know-what-happened-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-116143172085001935</id><published>2006-10-21T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:48.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;so bad&lt;/span&gt; today. I feel like writing a long-ass post. But I just dont know how to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to POOJHA! this officially marks her 13th year of retardationality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, on to the sadder things in life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THe sec 4s are all leaving. And not to say that I've grown attached to them... but I've been going through their blogs. It's just this feeling you get inside of you when you realise that someone's matured. It's not jealousy.. or at least I dont think it is. I dont know what it is but it's not a happy feeling. You can see and feel their posts becoming more and more reflective as the Os approach. And then you wonder, what will happen after the Os.... and you realise.. there's still 3 more years before I sit for my Os. WHat will happen to me. I'm not in any state to take the Os..Im not ready. Even though there's still 3 more years of reassurance and pain to endure, how will i ever be sure that I'm... &lt;i&gt;ready&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then comes that HOOBASTANK CONCERT that Im  dying to go to. There's this one particular feeling that seems to have singled itself out and expanded within me. Im excited! So very excited that i've become scared. &lt;strong&gt;What if no one goes with me.&lt;/strong&gt; Will I still have fun? What if I dont get my ticket. Will i hate myself for it? What if I dont meet them... will scorn take over? There are so many things that I WANT to believe will happen but will they happen. But Im going there to listen to GOOD music( and a hot guy&lt;3) i really wanna go with Isis.. but lately she's been acting sad and all.. I'm scared that we might not go together.. or worse.. our friendship. but she'll always have a friend in me.. ( i feel so heroic) But Im mainly scared if no one goes with me. I'll probably die there or something. I need friends. I need society. I need sociable people. I need LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which brings me to my third issue.&lt;br /&gt;LOVE. Not that I'm  in love with anyone. I love everyone. My family, My friends, My dog, God.. But under the influence of all these romance novels and love movies Ive been watching. I can't help but wonder.. will I ever have get married... have kids? Or will I rot like an old spinster?How can I be sure that I'll find someone. There's no possible way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's always something to be learnt. And from this post, I've learnt that I'm quite controlling. I've never really realised it but now in my teenage years.. I am... beginning to become quite controlling. I get scared or nervous if I cannot predict what's going to happen. This post has a sort of negative vibe to it but I cant help it. I feel the pain. I feel the gloom. I FEEL AFRAID. i need someone to hug. I feel lonely. Am I gonna die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's gonna be out soon. Will I crash and burn? Numerous leadership camps and prefect meetings not to mention debate camps and lalala... I've gotta work harder for next year. My results are nothing..................... and there it is.. the conclusion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am nothing&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-116143172085001935?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/116143172085001935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=116143172085001935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/116143172085001935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/116143172085001935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-feel-so-bad-today.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-116124246978995616</id><published>2006-10-19T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:46.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today was a very very WIERD day!but i loved it anyway&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Morning wasn't very eventful. We changed our seating positions so now everyone is squished together in one corner of the courtyard. And we're all so disappointed cuz the teachers are so far away. Then...umm.. we played cards in class then we went for  FIRST AID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I love the first aiders.. or whatever they are. But those 8 stations were TORTURE! ANd they were all reading from their notes and bandaging things up. It was like they didn't know how to do anything. I almost fell asleep during the homeecons safety station:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was a talk on drug abuse. This old bald man came and gave us his testimonial. On his... survival of the withdrawal symptoms. Everyone was dosing off but every once in awhile, he would suddenly sat words like.. "OK!" or "AND" really loudly and everyone jumps off the floor. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE'S THE NICE PART!-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played some more cards and had a ligth recess. Then we went for another talk on Eyecare and different types of glasses to suite your face or as I would put it, &lt;strong&gt;boost your vanity&lt;/strong&gt; .  And my face is OVAL! not round. I've checked the webby already. ahaha.Then we wasted another period playing cards. Then, I saw it! All the teachers were leaving including MrSeanLim:P. SO I quickly rushed and walked out AS WELL! hahaha i wasnt thinking straight. It was like my REFLEX action. Walked out through Potong Pasir and then.. he stopped at the bus stop.Since my bus stop was SO far away, I ALSO stopped. And then i thought " ok, Ill just take 13 and get off at J8?". I walked past him and glanced at him. He raised his eyebrow" i melted. hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then 13 came. So i was like.. ok.. Then he GOT INTO THE BUS! and I was so  high. Passed my bus stop and Zahrah boarded. Then she was like giggling like hell because she thought I took 13 because of him HAHAHAHAH .which is partly true. Then I swapped places so I was facing him.Then came J8!. I was kinda sad cuz i Had to get off here. THen suddenly, HE GETS OFF AS WELL! hahhahaHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;i died there. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waved goodbye to Zahrah. And used the over head bridge to cross. Then He did the same thing! So, I went into J8 just to see where he would go. Then, suddenly i lost him .. so i was kinda sad so I went into subway to get a cookie and a sprite. THEN HE WAS THERE! SO COOL OK!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He ordered the Subway Melt ahhahahah.. I ordered my cookie. ANd he saw me there also and grinned a lil. HAHAHA so then I think he went to the bus interchange. I took 410 home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHA!! I CAN'T TAKE IT! im so lucky.. ahhah&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/23003583-116124246978995616?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/116124246978995616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=116124246978995616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/116124246978995616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/116124246978995616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/10/today-was-very-very-wierd-daybut-i.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-116116302939878192</id><published>2006-10-18T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:46.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;prefect councillor&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;They're actually not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;Many special programmes available to us y'know?&lt;br /&gt;I used to be scared of them,&lt;br /&gt;But I can't be anymore..&lt;br /&gt;cuz that'd mean i would be scared of myself..&lt;br /&gt;and that wouldn't be very nice...&lt;br /&gt;as we all know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/1708/320/DSCF0306.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A little late, I know... :P OLE!OLE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-116116302939878192?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/116116302939878192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=116116302939878192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/116116302939878192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/116116302939878192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-prefect-councillor.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-116107646138613400</id><published>2006-10-17T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:46.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/1708/1600/gestapo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/1708/320/gestapo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's final- my marks are back and they're not that bad but not that good. Somewhere in between i suppose..A combinations of As and Bs but I cant say Im satisfied...or unsatisfied.. im confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me, I have to get Poopoo her present. hmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;morning:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Spent going through Maths, Science and History.&lt;br /&gt;-Playing card games with Fi, Amirah, Poojie, Nana and Shermin.&lt;br /&gt;-bogus music lesson with Mr Lim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Afternoon:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-wasted away with fellow debaters- we got kicked out of the library :P&lt;br /&gt;-secretly ate OHEYA! barbeques&lt;br /&gt;-bought 2 hairbands from TP.(for the sake of my future @ cedar)&lt;br /&gt;-walked from TP home!my-legs-are-dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have theory to finish. And a guitar to tune. And a violin to pluck.&lt;br /&gt;Im POOPED. But, who cares when...&lt;br /&gt;there arent anymore results, let alone exams.&lt;br /&gt;whee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-116107646138613400?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/116107646138613400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=116107646138613400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/116107646138613400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/116107646138613400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-final-my-marks-are-back-and-theyre.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-116098566699058121</id><published>2006-10-16T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:45.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Yet another quiz from Isis' - themotherofquizzes- blog. Imstill so HIGh over the whole HOobastank deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bold&lt;/strong&gt; the statesments that are true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't survive without coffee.&lt;br /&gt;i think life is unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i watch spongebob squarepants and i love it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am artistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i flirt.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love god, and trust in him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe in horoscopes.&lt;br /&gt;i am a perfectionist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love rollerblading.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a sweet tooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i think the guitar is a marvellous music instrument.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i can play the harmonica&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i stick to my diet.&lt;br /&gt;i love veggies.&lt;br /&gt;i think bae yong jun rocks.(WHODDAT?)&lt;br /&gt;i pee in my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i drool in my sleep&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i love my bolster.&lt;br /&gt;i put on make-up.I&lt;br /&gt;i am shy around the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;i love being neat.&lt;br /&gt;i own a goldmine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i want to turn someone into a toad.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have long hair.&lt;br /&gt;i adore pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i think my mother is cute.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i enjoy candy floss.&lt;br /&gt;i bully my younger sister.&lt;br /&gt;i have tried smoking before.&lt;br /&gt;i think my singing is good enough to be the next SI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i take more than 10 minutes to bathe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i can play the piano.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am currently happy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love my school uniform&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i want an office job.&lt;br /&gt;i think egypt is cool.&lt;br /&gt;i often lie.&lt;br /&gt;i wish the world would die.&lt;br /&gt;i scuba-dived.&lt;br /&gt;i want to pierce my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i can move my ears.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i have a punchbag&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i play mahjong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-116098566699058121?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/116098566699058121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=116098566699058121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/116098566699058121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/116098566699058121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/10/yet-another-quiz-from-isis.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-116092466893381875</id><published>2006-10-15T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:45.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;OMG! OMG OMG!&lt;br /&gt;iM DYING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOOBASTANK IS COMING TO SINGAPORE&lt;br /&gt;28TH JAN 2006!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mY MOM SAYS I CAN GO!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ISIS, DOES THAT DEAL STILL STAND!? CUZ IM GOING AND YOU BETTER COME&lt;br /&gt;IM GONNA GET STUFF SIGNED.&lt;br /&gt;AND ASK FOR HUGS.&lt;br /&gt;FROM DAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;HAHAHHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-116092466893381875?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/116092466893381875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=116092466893381875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/116092466893381875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/116092466893381875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/10/omg-omg-omg-im-dying-hoobastank-is.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-116091192159096711</id><published>2006-10-15T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:44.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;This song is &lt;u&gt;EXACTLY&lt;/u&gt; how i feel right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alive- P.O.D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CHORUS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel so alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the very first time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't deny you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel so alive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel so alive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the very first time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I think I can fly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ok, I'm off again to watch Signs. The first time I watched it, I hugged my mom when i saw the alien on the news t hingy on that guy's tv. Then again, I was only 8. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I washed my hair today. Now it's so flat. ugh.. i hate flat hair. no offence :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;away i go*flies away* SUPERJOY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-116091192159096711?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/116091192159096711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=116091192159096711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/116091192159096711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/116091192159096711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-song-is-exactly-how-i-feel-right.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-116080455369442629</id><published>2006-10-14T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:44.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday was MIGHTY fun. Watched the Ring2. Today I'm watching The Grudge. whee.&lt;br /&gt;Im scared about the results tmr. I know I wont do very well.&lt;br /&gt;But i dont wanna FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;that's badd. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/1708/320/S5000046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;  ARR... there he blows! Nick-munstein!&lt;br /&gt;Yo Ho HO me hearties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I love all my hoobastank songs. They're all pretty nice and addictive.&lt;br /&gt;Time to upload the dresden dolls into ye ole' MPthree. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-116080455369442629?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/116080455369442629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=116080455369442629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/116080455369442629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/116080455369442629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/10/yesterday-was-mighty-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-116071722967004836</id><published>2006-10-13T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:44.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;grabbed from ISIS's blog.&lt;u&gt;Do it if you wanna&lt;/u&gt;, but &lt;u&gt;NOT&lt;/u&gt; in front of me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEN EMOTIONS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. are you missing someone right now? Yes. Dan E.&lt;br /&gt;2. are you happy? Not really.&lt;br /&gt;3. are you talking to anyone right now? Yeah. Orsoyla online haha&lt;br /&gt;4. are you bored? Yup&lt;br /&gt;5. are you german? No! but I like german ppl&lt;br /&gt;6. are you brazillian? no&lt;br /&gt;7. are you french? no. but I know ppl who are haha&lt;br /&gt;8. are you Italian? I like Italian food&lt;br /&gt;9. are your parents still married? Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;10. do you like someone right now? Now and FOREVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEN FAVOURITES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. television show: Grey’s Anatomy, 2anda half men, Seinfeld&lt;br /&gt;2. flower: I don’t really have one&lt;br /&gt;3. colour: purple&lt;br /&gt;4. sport: I like running haha.&lt;br /&gt;5. mall: singapore’s too small for a favourite mall.&lt;br /&gt;6. music: HOOBASTANK&lt;33 and breaking Benjamin. 7. food: depends on my mood. 8. drink: sprite n Root beer. 9. animal: Sir Nicks-a-lot. Nicky doggie.. 10. country: too young to decide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEN FACTS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. hometown: Windsor park RUFFRUFF!&lt;br /&gt;2. hair colour: brown&lt;br /&gt;3. permed/rebonded/dyed: NATURALLY CURLY&lt;br /&gt;.4. hair length: neck?&lt;br /&gt;5. eye colour: brown.&lt;br /&gt;6. shoe size: 7&lt;br /&gt;7. mood: bouncy, hungry.&lt;br /&gt;8. orientation: dunnO?&lt;br /&gt;9. available: nah! Not yet..&lt;br /&gt;10. lefty/righty: righty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEN THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ever been in love: yes.&lt;br /&gt;2. believe in love: yes.&lt;br /&gt;3. ever been heartbroken: once maybe.. but I don’t remember it being bad. .&lt;br /&gt;4. ever broken someone's heart: nope&lt;br /&gt;5. ever fallen for your best friend: NOPE&lt;br /&gt;6. ever liked someone but never told them: yeah.&lt;br /&gt;7. afraid of commitment: yup&lt;br /&gt;8. how many ex's do you have: 0.&lt;br /&gt;9. ever asked someone you liked out: no.&lt;br /&gt;10. ever had a secret admirer: i think so... hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEN THINGS: THIS OR THAT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. love or lust: love&lt;br /&gt;2. hard liquor or beer: neither.&lt;br /&gt;3. night or day: day. less spooky.&lt;br /&gt;4. one night stands or relationships: relationships. longer lasting.&lt;br /&gt;5. television or internet: internet.&lt;br /&gt;6. pepsi or coke: pepsi.&lt;br /&gt;7. wild or romantic night out: romantic.&lt;br /&gt;8. coloured pictures or black and white: coloured. Call me daft.&lt;br /&gt;9. phone or in person: person&lt;br /&gt;10. aim or myspace: IM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEN HAVE YOU EVERS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ever been caught sneaking out: no.&lt;br /&gt;2. ever been skinny dipping: ah. no. one day maybe&lt;br /&gt;3. done something you regret: yea&lt;br /&gt;4. ever bungee jumped: no and never.&lt;br /&gt;5. ever been on a boat: yes.&lt;br /&gt;6. finished an entire jawbreaker: yup&lt;br /&gt;7. ever wanted something so badly it hurt: yes&lt;br /&gt;.8. been caught with your parents with a hickey: no. way. Lol what kinda qs it that?&lt;br /&gt;9. ever danced in the rain: yeah. It’s a great feeling.&lt;br /&gt;10. ever loved your ex while you were in a new relationship: nay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-116071722967004836?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/116071722967004836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=116071722967004836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/116071722967004836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/116071722967004836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/10/grabbed-from-isiss-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-116064495344950589</id><published>2006-10-12T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:44.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAN YOU DIE OF&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;HAPPINESSS?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watched Talladega Nights with Isis at J8. It was soo funny. I laughed out loud quite a bit!&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to that hmv opposite cineleisure to get music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, i get...&lt;br /&gt;a) &lt;strong&gt;Hoobastank DVD&lt;/strong&gt; (: (: ( which I have watched 3 times today)&lt;br /&gt;b) The Dresden Dolls- Yes Virginia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THe Dresden Dolls are pretty good. There's only Brian(drums/guitar/vocals) and Amanda(piano/vocals) in the band. They have a pretty unusual relationship- no one actually knows if they're attached. LOL! They wear make up in their shows and NO, brian isnt gay. He just likes being a pretty boy. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan is so so so so cute and funny in the Hoobastank DVD. In one scene, he puts on this dope bright red windbreaker thing and starts dancing in it! And in another, he loses his voice so he sorta squeaks a lot! ARRIIBA! And I found out that If he had a boy-kid, he'd name him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;PRESTIN ESTRIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;ahh! soo cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trying to retune the other untuned guitar cuz im trying to learn Same Direction. The Reason, Pieces, Crawling in the dark and unaffected were easy cuz they only needed basic tuning but Same direction requires a different combination of notes.. sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, I'm off to re-watch the DVD ahaha im crazy!&lt;br /&gt;toodles &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-116064495344950589?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/116064495344950589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=116064495344950589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/116064495344950589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/116064495344950589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/10/can-you-die-of-happinesss-watched.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-116039911248210512</id><published>2006-10-09T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:44.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;TODAY WAS SO AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with Isis! First I went to school cuz Isis had csp class. But it turned out that her csp class had cancelled. She should have called me because i was sleeping quite a lot. So anyways, I get there and then I can hear this noob saying " You Stupid Freaking Retard You!" and then i go. " ahhh..." and who could it be..? WHO! ISIS THAT'S WHO. So we walk out Potong Pasir way and take some train to Dhoby Ghaut. And then we took another train to Sommerset? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;So we got tickets to watch Stay Alive. Then I ate at Burger King at Cineleisure and I saw this guy who looked like Poojie's relative. HAHA! So I ended up calling her and whee we talked n stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we crossed over to HMV and I bought &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Breaking Benjamin album- Phobia&lt;/span&gt;. BUt isis also spotted the &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;HOOBASTANK DVD&lt;/span&gt; *holy music*. BUt i didnt have enough money. DANG! so im going back to that shop within the next week WITH alot more money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We crossed back to cineleisure and I got a sprite and we sat down in the theatre. There was this couple behind us and this group of ANNOYING primary school students. I dont ever recall behaving like that. They were screaming and formed this sort of group and blocked the exits. *slapslap*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie wasn't really scary. But lots of people screamed LOL. and Isis farted on the chair. *rolls around laughing* It was so funny. And then she practically shouted : " OHMYGOSH! I FARTED! IT SMELLS LIKE ROTTEN EGGS. CAN U SMELL IT" omg that was so funy and embarrassing. And then half way through I got stomach cramps but I held on!until the end of the movie. HAAHAHA! then, when everyone was moving out of the theatre hall, i whispered to Isis" Hey we should scream. That'll freak them out." SO suddenly shE OPened the door and screamed a really spine tingling scream. I was so scared and I was standing practically next to her. HAHAH then we ran out and took the elevator down and we could still hear people screaming. ohyea. poojha kept calling me during the movie! Whee she's also going for the interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the train back home . So squeeezzzyy... THen on the way home, grandma called me saying some woman had called me about an interview and was going to call tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is so much better compared to yesterday! WHEE&lt;br /&gt;byeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Oh.. i wore my hooba pants!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/23003583-116039911248210512?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/116039911248210512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=116039911248210512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/116039911248210512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/116039911248210512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/10/today-was-so-awesome-i-went-out-with.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-116039251819263589</id><published>2006-10-09T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:44.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Today= BADBADBAD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so ironic because today is the final day of my exams right, and I expected everything to be merry and full of people frolicking around. But the celebration was rather subtle. Poojha came over and then we went back to school because we had the situational test for the pupil leader thing. It was SO exagerrated. I had to deal with a drug addict and SERIOUSLY rebellious students. *slapslap* THey were THIS close to a tight slap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I came home and my leg was aching like something had bitten it off. Then I IMed isis and asked her if we were still going for JTMD. But she said she was broke. :( So I asked Poojha but she said she couldn't cuz of schtuff. So I found out tomorrow, Fi and Nana were going to Escape. But they called it off cuz Fi had the STUPIDEST thing ever. Csp lesson &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AFTER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; csp exam. WHat nonsense is this! The teacher must understand that we are entitled to PARTAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I also found out that Little Miss SUnshine is NC16 and The Ballad Of Ricky Bobby is probably also NC16. left withi JTMD. but that's going to end soon. *slap* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really feel pissed.&lt;br /&gt;Im going to kill someone! ARGH! *STABSTAB*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wonder where ISIS is. Maybe she can cheer me up and make me feel better. Or maybe i should go out with some other EL peeps. I miss EL. I miss debate. I miss.... &lt;em&gt;life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-116039251819263589?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/116039251819263589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=116039251819263589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/116039251819263589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/116039251819263589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/10/today-badbadbad-its-so-ironic-because.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-116019927497094046</id><published>2006-10-07T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:44.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/1708/1600/evil.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/1708/320/evil.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so much history, so little time. *stabstab*&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/23003583-116019927497094046?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/116019927497094046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=116019927497094046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/116019927497094046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/116019927497094046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-much-history-so-little-time.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-116004677869063792</id><published>2006-10-05T18:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:44.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life of a anti-mugging student</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today was far from productive. I spent the whole day.. well erm. mainly playing the guitar and the piano, SMSing poojha and chatting with isis and some other pals. But what can i say. It's almost over. And i have 3 more days to study ALL of what i've learnt in 6 months about history essays and history text. NO sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plannign to go watch John Tucker Must Die with &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Poo&lt;/span&gt; and maybe &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Isis &lt;/span&gt;with her&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; CSP pals&lt;/span&gt; on Tuesday. But Isis doesn't know that yet. So, many many things to finish doing by sunday. some of which are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;(a)history essay format&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;-compare and contrast(positive and negative)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;-causal(Explain why..yadayada)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;-Judgemental(be an opinionated arse)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;(b) history text&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-yes, all 6 chpts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;1,2,3,4,5,6&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;(c)source based format&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;-IQE&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;-IQQE&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;-similarities and diffys.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;-the other longer sim and diffy question&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;History is so full of memorising. It would all be much easier if there wasn't any format. Then i'd write all over the page and let the silly teacher figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;I've recovered Ye Ole' Evanascence CD-fallen. My dad says the CDs like a long story about two vampires in love :P. Of course dad. I compared it to today's music like Panic! and schtuff. My brother says that today' s music all sounds the same. Of course he's not completely right, he's just trying to be a smartarse. But I know he's partly true. But I can't tell him that. His ego will explode..again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isis pulled a Nasty trick on me just now. I hope she feels bad. Im going to get her back.&lt;br /&gt;YOU HEAR ME ISIS! i'm going to&lt;strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;get you back.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-116004677869063792?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/116004677869063792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=116004677869063792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/116004677869063792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/116004677869063792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/10/life-of-anti-mugging-student_05.html' title='Life of a anti-mugging student'/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-115985554007825367</id><published>2006-10-03T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:44.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/1708/1600/S5000308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/1708/320/S5000308.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wheehhee! that's Meeheee. I was looking down then i saw this camera and it took a picture! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's lit paper was alright. I spent ten minutes dreaming because I was trying to recall what Mrs Lowe was saying. And it sounded like " When did Chnay and Dara sleep together?"and the truth was she actually did say that. BUt i couldn't write that down. So i tried to rephrase it. But I couldn't. So i chose the other question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isis wants me to blog about her. I called her just now. And we were talking about nonsense. And I was playing the guitar for her and I kept laughing because of Dan Estrin and his easily mispronounced name.(btw. i found out how his name is REALLY pronoucned... which is: Dan Es-terin.) What a super cool name.&lt;br /&gt;Isis says that she loves me.&lt;br /&gt;I say that I love her! Wheeee..&lt;br /&gt;isis is fEEERRRAAAKKKYYYY!! She gave me an THE ACADEMY IS.. song.&lt;br /&gt;THe guy's voice is prettiful! It reminds me of Patrick Stump's voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first day on attachment to a prefect was so cool. but i dont like where Im standing. I can't see &lt;em&gt;anyone.&lt;/em&gt; but the good part is I can go into the office and &lt;em&gt;everyone&lt;/em&gt; goes to the office you see&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*smirk* if you know what i mean. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;continued from 5 OCTOBER 06.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I HATE MATHS. section A was fine.It was almost wonderful. But then section b came. ACK!!!&lt;br /&gt;I bluffed my way through almost all the questions. I drew the graphs which are probably inaccurate. I drew the quadrilateral which DEFDINITELY is wrong and Dammnit!&lt;br /&gt;I feel like slapping someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after the exam, I saw sean lim eating in the canteen. Then liyana goes," hey why dont we ask mr lim who set the paper and complain to him.". I was totally down with that. So i was like "yeah". And then she goes around askign everyone as if to ignore me. &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Im so hurt. Im so&lt;/span&gt; pissed. But in the end, we did talk to sean lim. Or at least she did.And when she asked  him who set section a, he was like&lt;br /&gt;"haha, you're favourite teacher" THEN HE SMILED A HUGE GOOFY SMILE. Then he walked away. ahh..s uch good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;so cute.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-115985554007825367?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/115985554007825367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=115985554007825367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115985554007825367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115985554007825367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/10/wheehhee-thats-meeheee.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-115977496955766340</id><published>2006-10-02T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:44.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JOY GONE CRAZY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"joy" guiltyguiltyguilty says:&lt;br /&gt;I AM JOY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;iSis - i'm taking the high road says:&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;iSis - i'm taking the high road says:&lt;br /&gt;i know.&lt;br /&gt;"joy" guiltyguiltyguilty says:&lt;br /&gt;and what might thou be?&lt;br /&gt;iSis - i'm taking the high road says:&lt;br /&gt;don't know.&lt;br /&gt;"joy" guiltyguiltyguilty says:&lt;br /&gt;AN ISIS I SAY!&lt;br /&gt;"joy" guiltyguiltyguilty says:&lt;br /&gt;ahoy matey!&lt;br /&gt;iSis - i'm taking the high road says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My brain has disintegrated into recyclable waste. As the last wave of exams approach, all bloggable time is being combusted. Isis is ignoring me... :D. ohno... my prefect attachment starts tomorrow. AHHH... so fast! &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;aiyohaiyohaiyoh&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-115977496955766340?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/115977496955766340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=115977496955766340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115977496955766340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115977496955766340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/10/joy-gone-crazy-joy-guiltyguiltyguilty.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-115959596996052661</id><published>2006-09-30T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:43.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/1708/1600/clown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/1708/320/clown.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is how I feel today.&lt;br /&gt;Did i mention i hate clowns?&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/23003583-115959596996052661?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/115959596996052661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=115959596996052661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115959596996052661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115959596996052661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-is-how-i-feel-today.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-115933511521562538</id><published>2006-09-27T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:43.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was watching this youtube video of hoobastank at their AOL sessions a few years ago on youtube. And there was these few interviews which really assisted in my hunger for knowledge about dan. Here's a few questions they asked him and his answers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's a habit you can't get rid of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dan:Seriously? biting my nails. ... and scratching my butt*chuckle&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were the posters on your wall during your highschool years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doug: Omygosh! Dan's room was like FULL of posters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dan: No dude, back then it was liek wallpaper*smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Doug: YEAH! AS in i remember the first time i walked into your room i was like.. Whoa.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;What are the skills you've learnt from touring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dan:Honestly? Before i started touring right, all i couldn't do was poop in other people's toilet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doug: Yeah! it was a big step for him. he was like the insecure pooper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dan: yeah. I was scared *laugh*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which actor would you choose to play you in a movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doug: Johnny depp. becuase the guy's hot! (hmm...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dan: I dunno, maybe ben stiller or will ferrell. Not because I'm funny or anything but they're funny guys and they'd make me look cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHHA! here's the actual link to the thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=ICSKnnBEmRA"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=ICSKnnBEmRA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ressistance is futile &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-115933511521562538?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/115933511521562538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=115933511521562538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115933511521562538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115933511521562538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-was-watching-this-youtube-video-of.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-115925497449708076</id><published>2006-09-26T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:43.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mugging- the art of cramming in the least amount of time.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i HATE this all. these are the last few days of mugging- the crash and burn days.&lt;br /&gt;One tiny mistake and  POOF. GONE! Mugging is unhealthy but it's the last resort, I suppose. That's why it's important to have a healthy balance of mugging and relaxation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, during music class, Mr Lim suddenly became very agitated and decided to give us a piece of his mind. :D ok? so he was going on and on about money and grades and such and then he said...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"if the word EXAM comes and &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;flashes&lt;/span&gt; in front of you, would you freak out?"&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah! Yes, that was the highlight of my day.&lt;br /&gt;Someone, please take pity on my pathetic attempts to curtail insanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my MOTHERTONGUE exam.&lt;br /&gt;Im going to speak in malay the hwole of today and use very "chim" words. To convince myself that that will help.&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/23003583-115925497449708076?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/115925497449708076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=115925497449708076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115925497449708076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115925497449708076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/09/mugging-art-of-cramming-in-least.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-115882232219109622</id><published>2006-09-21T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:43.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; this hiatus thing isnt working.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; History was fun today. We had Mr Andrew Chai. At one point, when were were laughing, he said in his army commando voice -" Ok girls, this is not the time to laugh. I know everyone talks and laughs. Even I do... sometimes" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/1708/1600/115882170318346.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/1708/320/115882170318346.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/23003583-115882232219109622?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/115882232219109622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=115882232219109622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115882232219109622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115882232219109622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-hiatus-thing-isnt-working.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-115875289941092302</id><published>2006-09-20T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:43.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My hands are tied&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The billions shift from side to side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the wars go on with brainwashed pride&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the love of God and our human rights&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all these things are swept aside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;By bloody hands time can't deny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And are washed away by your genocide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And history hides the lies of our civil wars&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Civil War- Guns N' Roses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;such a beautiful song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There comes a time when you start to panic because the EOYs are no longer around the corner but poking you in the butt. That time is now.&lt;br /&gt;And that's the time when this word comes in- &lt;em&gt;hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;And then, a question is posed- What the hell is hiatus?&lt;br /&gt;and here comes the answer- a break or interruption in the continuity of a work, series, action, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that's exactly what I need. Another halo. Another hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I bid thee farewell,&lt;br /&gt;Until EOYs have been flushed&lt;br /&gt;Down that porcelain toilet bowl&lt;/em&gt; .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-115875289941092302?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/115875289941092302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=115875289941092302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115875289941092302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115875289941092302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-hands-are-tiedthe-billions-shift.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-115865391556743761</id><published>2006-09-19T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:43.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;When you'd cried i'd, wipe away all of your tears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;When you'd scream i'd, fight away all of your fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;.And i've held your hand through all of these years,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;But you still have all of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;But though you're still with me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I've been alone all along.&lt;br /&gt;My Immortal- Evanescence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today was boring and awesome at the same time. Morning classes were boring. I played the guitar for the lever song and I have finally concluded: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Zahrah is the cutest littlest person ever&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then.. blah blah blah briefing on EOYs blah blah.. blahh… boreborebore.After school, I was in the canteen with Nana, Em and Grace. We were talking and&lt;br /&gt;seanlim comes out! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all of us freak out. so I grab newspapers and pretend to read. HE buys a brownie and goes back into his staffroom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I’m leaving, he’s LEAVING! At the same time. So he carpools with Ms Poon, Mr Ang and another woman. And then they have to pass the foyer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So he looks at muah! And half grins. Eckss! Hahaah.Im very freaked out and happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;exactly 3 more days till EOY English.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;PS. I’m still very proud of the picture comparison on the 17th of Sept. If you haven’t seen it, check it out, if you have. Look at it again.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-115865391556743761?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/115865391556743761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=115865391556743761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115865391556743761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115865391556743761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/09/when-youd-cried-id-wipe-away-all-of.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-115850119666926386</id><published>2006-09-17T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:43.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EARTHSICK SUNDAYS. SIGH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I pretended to study today. It was quite enriching.&lt;br /&gt;I lazed around reading the Diary Of Anne Frank and listening to depressed Nick Lachey music.&lt;br /&gt;And thinking how Jessica Simpson should be slapped for making such a perverted video while her ex- husband is still mourning their divorce. my head hurts.&lt;br /&gt;I also watched the Matrix Reloaded to see just how blur Keanu Reeves could act and to cheer myself up. School's going to be painful tomorrow.. ACk&lt;br /&gt;And then! I found the most &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;magical thing&lt;/span&gt; in my digital camera:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/1708/1600/S5000147.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/1708/320/S5000147.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/1708/1600/S5000117.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/1708/320/S5000117.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-115850119666926386?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/115850119666926386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=115850119666926386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115850119666926386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115850119666926386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/09/earthsick-sundays.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-115837082827798677</id><published>2006-09-16T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:43.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HpflTUTD828" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the distortion dan does. So cool&lt;br /&gt;I like the bass too. Nice bass.&lt;br /&gt;I like how high Markku and Dan jump.&lt;br /&gt;WATCH! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-115837082827798677?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/115837082827798677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=115837082827798677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115837082827798677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115837082827798677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-like-distortion-dan-does.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-115837039702230096</id><published>2006-09-16T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:42.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;listening to: Can't Hate You Anymore- Nick Lachey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I seriously think Mr Sean Lim is scared of me. &lt;strong&gt;:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he thinks I am a stalker.. partly i am haha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He keeps looking at me and when I look back at him he acts shy and turns away. Could it be?...&lt;br /&gt;Lotta homework and examinations start on FRIDAY! I am very very very scared about my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;maths, malay, and literature and science. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Franklin was asking us about what made us stressed and how we could correct it. Actually, what I relax with is HOOBASTANK. and dan and sean lim. I mean.. It's cool hahahahaha Nice music you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been bringing my guitar to school. It's a &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;total magnet&lt;/span&gt; to everything! Everyone looks especially Mr Lims.haha! i will tell you more about that next time. &lt;br /&gt;&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/23003583-115837039702230096?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/115837039702230096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=115837039702230096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115837039702230096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115837039702230096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/09/listening-to-cant-hate-you-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-115814534910388094</id><published>2006-09-13T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:42.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/1708/1600/S5000140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/1708/320/S5000140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Forbidden City- done that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was great. Very touching too. I saw Mr Clarence Lim there. Since there were only 4 sec 1s right, we got the VIP seats! THat was awesome. Only the 4 of us in comfy chairs. We also got to see the musicians playing their music below the stage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conductor reminded me of Mr Chia. He was dancing all over the place. Isis , Poojha Chudney N I were laughing so hard that at one point, one of the actors glared at us. AHAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh. and we waved at the gong guy gonging the gong. He was fat and looked like a pig. haha. So then he started laughing and we started laughing because his front teether weren't really there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Isis, Chudney, Poojha and I went to Citylink mall and i got the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PANIC ALBUM&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/1708/320/S5000141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THen i went home with Isis and we were lauhign at some guy reading an article on Tomatoes on the MRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bringing my guitar tomorrow for science lesson. Funnfunnfunn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/1708/320/S5000144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-115814534910388094?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/115814534910388094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=115814534910388094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115814534910388094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115814534910388094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/09/forbidden-city-done-that.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-115805313976719878</id><published>2006-09-12T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:42.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;              My entire afternoon was marred by strong winds and creepy howls that made the roof make noises it wasn't supposed to. That was not the only factor. So much homework. And it's only&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; the second day&lt;/span&gt; of schooL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is that everytime after the holidays, everybody won't run fast because we've all put on some weight and then our PE teachers will be yelling at us from across the track to start running and we nod our heads but we actually don't.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have found my new favourite song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.poemhunter.com/lyrics/hoobastank/biography/"&gt;Earthsick- hoobastank&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to put it up in my background music. but how? HOW!?!&lt;br /&gt;&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/23003583-115805313976719878?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/115805313976719878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=115805313976719878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115805313976719878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115805313976719878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-entire-afternoon-was-marred-by.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-115795990786234127</id><published>2006-09-11T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:42.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. nuff said. Here's this video that Izzzy wanted posted. It's&lt;br /&gt;.THE DIARY OF HOOBASTANK.&lt;br /&gt;(NOTE; this is only the middle part of the whole thing yeS? If you want moooore&lt;br /&gt;go &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/results?search_query=diary+of+hoobastank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vid isn't very good. There's flashing in teh background because it's a TV set and I doubt you'll be able to hear anything. just listen REALLY carefully. Oh yes.. I know dan is hot. HAHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lCThGA0WJaQ" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it should take a Loong time to load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;sO.. dont close tis window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Instead, look at my quiz answers.&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;HAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Favourite colour: purple. even if its gay, it means a lot too me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Favourite movie: it varies but currently, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Favourite day of the week: Tuesday. CCA DAY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Favourite ice cream: Chocolate chip yummy yum yum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Favourite TV show: there are many. but i love Rockstar Supernova quite a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Current Mood: Guilty because i should be studying &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Current taste: hmm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Current desktop: Hoobastank wallpaper. with dan of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Current clothes: underwear of course. dirty jeans from Calvin Klein and brown tshirt with silver skull. a hand me down i think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Current toenail colour: i dont paint my toenails. but if i did, it would be colourful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Current time: 4.19pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Current annoyance: Digital camera- no more batteries. DANG! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Current thoughts: I LOVE HOOBASTANK. i wonder when the band will kick off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First Crush: can't remember who. Haha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First movie: The lochness monster 1993.&lt;br /&gt;First lie: i dont keep track of these things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First music: probably a church song. Or nursery rhyme,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last cigarette:  NA&lt;br /&gt;Last drink: chocolate milk. hmm.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last car ride: taxi back from school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last phone call: me calling my dad for sending me a nonsense message. ( he tends to do that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ENJOY THE VID.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-115795990786234127?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/115795990786234127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=115795990786234127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115795990786234127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115795990786234127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/09/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-115788176053953174</id><published>2006-09-10T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:42.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;big news! Today, my dad and mum showed me how to get home from Esplanade via MRT. Cos Forbidden City is the same day as that IMF thing so they're afraid Esplanade will cut off all cars. So MASS RAPID TRANSPORT is my only way out. Then, we went on a shopping spree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First- Beautiful big fat sandwiches from O'Briens.&lt;br /&gt;Second- Two pairs of &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;pretty pretty&lt;/span&gt; jeans from Bossini.&lt;br /&gt;Third-&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; Pretty Pretty Pretty Pretty&lt;/span&gt; bag from U2.&lt;br /&gt;Fourth- DIGITAL CAMERA. (i practically fainted)&lt;br /&gt;Fifth- Florida's Natural Lemonade. that was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i shall p&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/1708/1600/S5000018.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ost &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ALL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the pictures I took today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/1708/320/S5000018.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;me. with an explosion on my head. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/1708/320/S5000023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Guitar. I bow down to you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/1708/320/S5000032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Tis my gay monkey. Notice the purple snout and blond beard.&lt;br /&gt;he is meditating now. *indian accent* no disturb yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/1708/320/S5000043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Every Man For HImself ,new hoobastank album = LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/1708/320/S5000073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;book I'm currently reading. called: "in the shadow of no tower"&lt;br /&gt;Sept 11th. related. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/1708/320/S5000074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;INSIDE- it's actually a giant comic book.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/1708/320/S5000078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lemonade- ahh.. so much acid... so much acid..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That's it for HAHAHAHA. ok school starts tomorrow and tonight is that show- Life Isnt all HAHA HEHE. I'll probably blog about my FIRST day at school. or &lt;strong&gt;my first day of the last term&lt;/strong&gt; of school. That sounds  so retarded like the the end  of a new beginning or the beginning of the end. ahh whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-115788176053953174?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/115788176053953174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=115788176053953174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115788176053953174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115788176053953174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/09/big-news-today-my-dad-and-mum-showed.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-115777099074201649</id><published>2006-09-09T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:42.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I felt so nostalgic after reading &lt;a href="http://www.walkingbroken.wordpress.com"&gt;Mr Sng's &lt;/a&gt;blog. I love the way he writes everything&lt;br /&gt;down into detail. His father just passed away and i think he was writing some stuff down&lt;br /&gt;for the eulogy.It made me think of my childhood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; To be honest, the earliest memory I can think of is being thrown around by my father and then giggling in his arms. Such good times. Nothing to worry off. Just show of one of my teeth and be showered with kisses and cuddles. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love my family.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went to watch &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Singapore Dreaming&lt;/span&gt; with my parents. I had a horrible headache afterwards because of all the subtitles and glare.( movie was in Hokkien, Singlish and chinese)&lt;br /&gt;I think it's basically of all the things that Singaporeans dream of- the Singaporean dream.&lt;br /&gt;It's quite touching and more sensible than I Not Stupid. &lt;br /&gt;My parents could relate with some of the things going on in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;E.g cellphone ringing on public holidays from work ? hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to some chinese restaurant which was supposed to be the top 10 in the world&lt;br /&gt;ranked by the New York Times. They were already taking last orders so we ate. enjoyed. yum.&lt;br /&gt;I am definitely going back there. The food was awesome and my brother made a funny face but i think the waitress saw him.&lt;br /&gt;She startedf laughing and whispered something into her intercom thing. And then at the otehr end of the room, someone yelped. AHAHHAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I shall plan out what I'm going to do today and tomorrow. yesyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;saturday&lt;br /&gt;(a) maths school paper.&lt;br /&gt;(b) literature mindmap.&lt;br /&gt;(c) church&lt;br /&gt;(d) grandma's house for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday&lt;br /&gt;(a) pack bag&lt;br /&gt;(b) lazzze.&lt;br /&gt;(C) enjoy last moments of holidays.&lt;br /&gt;(d) rent a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.Magni&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Toby&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Dilana&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Lukas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;3 magni and toby.&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/23003583-115777099074201649?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/115777099074201649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=115777099074201649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115777099074201649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115777099074201649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-felt-so-nostalgic-after-reading-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-115762405916182037</id><published>2006-09-07T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:42.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;And yet ANOTHER post. What can I say. I am really free these days. And with&lt;br /&gt;nothing much to do but laze. Why not blog? SO here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/1708/320/hands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friendster account. &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=31401943"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't take this thing seriously. Call me flippant. I'll call you flipper. Which means you'd be a dolphin. A fish, nonetheless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I still have to finish that maths paper. ackk! I've done half.&lt;br /&gt;I miss &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;sch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;ool&lt;/span&gt;. I miss my &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;. I miss &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;maths at 1m&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Isis has a cute kitty. Justine is mourning her loss. Izzzy and Fi are watching the Devil Wears Prada. Poojha is somewhere in singapore and Nana is out(heeheehee) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to hold something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-115762405916182037?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/115762405916182037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=115762405916182037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115762405916182037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115762405916182037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/09/and-yet-another-post.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-115761180051813997</id><published>2006-09-07T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:42.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; I love my seniors&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ytd, arty and I were chatting about how Anglo-ians sound like fish.&lt;br /&gt;"I'd like some anglo please. yes that one. Make sure you cook it well. I dont want it flapping about on my plate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guitar classes start in November and my mom and I are going down there to sign up.&lt;br /&gt;But my guitar string's gone byebye.&lt;br /&gt;so new guitar strings on the way. Whooopie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wnat to go out with Fi N Amirah.They're going to watch the Devil Wears Prada Right now.&lt;br /&gt;nooooo... oh n &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY FI!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's starting in 4 days. so fast. ACK! im going to fail my end-of-years and get kicked out of cedar. sighh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;toby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;magni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; from rockstar. I voted for them today. BUt i think Dilana's gonna get Kicked. she's loosing it. SHe looked somewhat jealous on the show cos her original song was nothing much compared to Toby's or Magni.or Storm's for that matter.&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/23003583-115761180051813997?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/115761180051813997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=115761180051813997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115761180051813997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115761180051813997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-love-my-seniors.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-115760100932368962</id><published>2006-09-07T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:42.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i am so &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;angry&lt;/span&gt; right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/1708/320/angery%20face2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/1708/1600/angery%20face2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/1708/1600/angery%20face2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another guitar string made that twangy noise. *stabstab*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-115760100932368962?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/115760100932368962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=115760100932368962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115760100932368962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115760100932368962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-am-so-angry-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-115751935964300273</id><published>2006-09-06T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:42.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-SIZE: 200%; COLOR: white; FONT-FAMILY: verdana" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to Express&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My love for Rockstar Supernova. Even my mother has been awed by their reasonably intellectual comments. I think she expected some sort of hooligan jumping around on stage, pulling his hair out or smashing his guitar around. Oh! but how wrong she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Magni's&lt;/span&gt; name and his sparkly bald head. It's just so awesome. I swear I'm going to name my future child Magni. Or pet name someone &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Magni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Happy birthday FI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;so many happy moments. ohdear.. im beginning to sound like one of those happy moment cards thing. Chatting with JY. What happened to her? She's so pessimistic and is saying that.. "Life sucks" hummhoo.. where have i heard that eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I tried something new. I tried being &lt;em&gt;blunt&lt;/em&gt;. Blunt at people who have been blunt to me. All these years of ignoring their desperate attempts to get attention. Blunt. YES BLUNT! bring them back to reality because, in the real world, being blunt only gets you mugged or lawsuits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people deserve tight slaps. And one day I'm going to give that to them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And.. another quiz. These things are&lt;strong&gt; so&lt;/strong&gt; addictive. Especially when you don't really have much to do with your time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was the last thing you watched on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;desperate housewives. That rerun at 5 on starworld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Without looking guess what time it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;too late. i looked 5:25pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some brat screaming DOREMON outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when did you last step outside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Just now to water the plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what were you doing at home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;pretending to finish my holiday homework and reading that Neil Humpreys book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;WHAT KIND OF A QUESTION IS THAT.&lt;br /&gt;hangten tee and track pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;did you dream last night?what of?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea. I dreamt I went to school and got scolded by someone but was rescued by 1m's maths teacher. hhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what is on the walls of your rooms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Nothing. I like to live my life in solitude. Just a picture of a gibbon. Don't ask me how it got there. and some wannabee Wilber Pan posters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you think of this quiz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;it's rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last film you saw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;THe Devil Wears Prada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; you could change one hting about the world regardless of Guilt or politics, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Oh! that's easy.. WORLD PEACE XD&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do you like to dance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Not in front of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you're first child was a girl, what would you call her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Joy II. no.. that'd be mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you're first child were a boy, what would you name him?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Magni.&lt;/strong&gt; No questions asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever considered living abroad&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. obviously. but im not sure wHERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 people to do this quiz?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justine, Fi, Izzzy and umm TAZZY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-115751935964300273?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/115751935964300273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=115751935964300273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115751935964300273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115751935964300273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/09/time-to-expressmy-love-for-rockstar.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-115745255575256602</id><published>2006-09-05T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:42.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i am going to do a quiz. For the first time. WHy? because this quiz could lead to a few things *uhhhumm* i shouldn't say. Here goes&lt;br /&gt;TADAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;complete the sentences below with your own words. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my teacher once said...&lt;br /&gt;what's that thing sticking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never in my life have i...&lt;br /&gt;gone to a hoob concert. BUT I SHALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only person who can drive me nuts yet always make me smile is..&lt;br /&gt;no one really. If i smile IM happy. If im nuts ..better back away slow and easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Im nervous..&lt;br /&gt;my palms sweat. Ughhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last time i laughed was when...&lt;br /&gt;I reread the first answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hair is..&lt;br /&gt;POOF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my feet are..&lt;br /&gt;pretty and long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last christmas..&lt;br /&gt;i got drunkk.. uhh..i mean..I got many many presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i turn my head to the left i see..&lt;br /&gt;the sun. OUCH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i turn my head to the right i see..&lt;br /&gt;lemonade in a glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i look down i see..&lt;br /&gt;uhh.. cedar shorts. im wearing them now. and why would you want to know.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;that's about it tho. I got this game from Cathlin's blog. I play it when im depressed. You put on your ipod and ask it a question. then use the change the song. Here's a few..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Will i ever become a super non human genious?&lt;br /&gt;No Woman, No cry- bob marley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When should I stop blogging and start studying?&lt;br /&gt;We don't need no education-Pink Floyd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you ipod. dont you love me?&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's why........ - elton john &amp; Billy Joel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHOA! Freaaakaayy answers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet another quiz. Courtesy of Justine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN THINGS THAT MAKE ME SMILE:&lt;br /&gt;1. Joy&lt;br /&gt;2. Hoobastank music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Maths period for 1m &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. guitar solos in hoobastank music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. friends doing stupid things &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. me doing stupid things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. spaggedies italian chocolate cake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SEVEN WAYS TO WIN MY HEART&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. give me a big fat hug&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. give me a big fat kiss&lt;br /&gt;3. be interested in my kinda things &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. tell me stupid things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. be there for me 24/7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that's it. sigh.. difficult yes no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN THINGS I BELIEVE IN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Jesus is God&lt;br /&gt;2. JOY POWER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. Hoobastank&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. love and life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. Chocolate curing anything..except diabetes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. pretty things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(:SEVEN THINGS I AM AFRAID OF&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. lizards &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. slimy bittergaud. or whatever its called.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. slugs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. lotta lotta blood flying everywhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. hoobastank calling it quits.&lt;br /&gt;6. being attacked by zombies, or hunted down by a serial killer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. actually realizing im afraid of all these things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SEVEN THINGS I DO EVRYDAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. listen to music &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. talk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. stare at things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. fantasize. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. blog.. or at least try to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. think about things &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(:SEVEN PEOPLE I WANT TO SEE NOW&lt;br /&gt;boy i love this one.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. All the members of hoobastank includdinngg... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Dan Estrin &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Some guy with Wilber Pan's accent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. Sean Lim (waddeveerr) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. the people from Rockstar Supernova&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. JOY(where's the mirror) ahh.. there you are! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that's it. Enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-115745255575256602?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/115745255575256602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=115745255575256602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115745255575256602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115745255575256602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/09/oks-i-am-going-to-do-quiz.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-115742437057515465</id><published>2006-09-05T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:41.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/1708/1600/panic!.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/1708/320/panic%21.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; oh justine ! Look what I've found. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The most devastating thing happened- Crocodile hunter,Steve Irwin, died. How is that possible!?! The guy who wrestled crocodiles and got bitten by poisonous snakes for how long. And all because he swam the wrong way. Above a stingray. not below. But what a dramatic way to die- The stingray punctured his heart with its barb and he died instantly. At least he died doing what he loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;found out i have to do that stupid history test over again. the one for hol homework. All because I did not follow the formatting correctly.*stabstab* And I thought I'd already finished. Sighh..&lt;br /&gt;I updated the books section on a count of all the books being finished reading. I also wanted to put up a movie section but ughh.. too much work. So nvm. Holidays are seriously boring. I bought this book to write poetry and possibly songs in but no inspiration because NOTHINg is happening. I only managed to finish one song about crocodile hunter but its pretty nonsensical. AGH! exams coming. 22nd is the first one. There's less than a month left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRAP.&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/23003583-115742437057515465?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/115742437057515465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=115742437057515465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115742437057515465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115742437057515465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/09/oh-justine-look-what-ive-found.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-115725727492182903</id><published>2006-09-03T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:41.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's official - &lt;u&gt;The band is formed&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me on guitar, Izzzy on drums, Fi on bass and Nana and Poopoo on vocals. Maybe liyana too. but we'll see first. Im so excited because I've written our FIRST song. And i sang it to the choir girls  during OpenHouse. I think they liked it. It's dedicated to someone but I shall not mention it here. I'm sure everyone knows already. Anyways, it's a slow song so I think the bass will be playing this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;F F F G F E D D&lt;/em&gt;  until the bridging part where IT'Lll chang to.. &lt;em&gt; E E E E B B B. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it should be easy once I teach Fi the notes. And then the drums will be pretty soft. Maybe only the cymbals as it's not really a rocky song. And Ill show NANA and Poopoo the vocals. I thinkt hey should be able to synthesise pretty well. Maybe we all can sing too. To add that little.. " OOMPPHH! "  I'll play the acoustic guitar ofr this one. Acutally.. I think I'll play the acoustic until we rent a studio for the instruments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Open House. Lots of kids came. I dressed up as a fisherman turned samurai and Arty was the grim reaper. We scared little kids away. ahh.. good times. The teachers laughed at us. It was nice. yess...&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't sleep last night so i finished allmy homework except maths because maths isn't nice. and the minute I saw that piece of paper, I fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;nuff' said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Away I go,&lt;br /&gt;the guitarist of THE RETARDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-115725727492182903?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/115725727492182903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=115725727492182903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115725727492182903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115725727492182903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-official-band-is-formed.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-115702783803738765</id><published>2006-08-31T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:41.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahhh!! I HAVE SO MANY THINGS TO TELL YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a helluva day. Came to school pretty early and I got sprayed by poojha. And she sprayed my bag. So i smelt like a flower. And then I stole her bags and she stole my bag. THen, since it was raining, We had assembly outside the classes. sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then! IT WAS TIME! FOR THE GAMES! OMGOMGOMG! this was like the highlight of the day! Because I was looking for mr sean lim. AHAHA then... Suddenly he popped up and he was walking towards his staffroom. So then this group of girls suddenly appeared and then there was only a lil bit of space left. so in the end.. we walked past each other and I touched his stomach. AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!!! so then he was like " Uh sorry" and i was like " Nah..nevermind."&lt;br /&gt;And then he walked on.HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, he was playing dodgeball and he doesn't have much coordination so he got hit quite a lot. So i played floorball with him. The first round I sat out. He saw me staring at him. So..he laughed and hit the ball at me and laughed before running away. I was so shocked. SO then second round of floorball, i tried to follow him around but there were so many people. And Mr Suresh was hitting me. So i ended up bumping Mr chia and accidentally kicking Mr Sng. HAHAH that was fun. So they were all laughing and we tied. That was teh highlight of my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THen it was time for the hall celebration. Cyanide performed for us. Amirah and I formed a band. I'm playing guitars. She's playing either bass or drums. Afiqah's playing bass or drums but i think bass. Poojha and Nabilah are singing. It's going to be awesome. I think we're calling ourselves "The Retards".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the teachers' performed this thing. THe new teachers. They dressed up as telletubies. And Mr Ang was trying to make his voice sound cute but it was so low. So it sounded like someone acting blur. He was Dipsy. THen Ms Chin was Lala or Poe. SHE WAS SO CUTE!HAHA! And i didn't know Mr Yao used to date in sec 1. He dated someone 3 years his senior. OMG! that's so wierd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw all these teachers cram into Mr Clarence Lim's cute buggie black bulgy &lt;em&gt;volkswagen. &lt;/em&gt;It looked like 6 teachers.. but im sure there were more. HAHAHAHH&lt;em&gt;A&lt;/em&gt; I took a picture of it. But I can't upload it. SO i'LL just use one i found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/1708/320/mrlim%27s%20car.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ANd then, I then, I went back to primary school and i saw Cathlin and some other people. And then i saw TAZZY AND JUSTINE! and we exchanged presents. I feel bad. I should have gotten tazzy something. So anyways, we told each other about silly funny things and laughed a lot. And we saw how Mrs Rashid was dressed as batman. And i took a picture of Archie for Amirah. AHAHAHHA! but i can't upload it in here. NOT TO WORRY, i'll show you on saturday. I think I'll bring my guitar on saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so excited about the band.&lt;br /&gt;im so excited about mr lim&lt;br /&gt;im so excited about tazzy and justine&lt;br /&gt;im so excited about open house on saturday.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited for the teachers' &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/23003583-115702783803738765?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/115702783803738765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=115702783803738765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115702783803738765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115702783803738765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/08/ahhh-i-have-so-many-things-to-tell-you.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-115691801650146016</id><published>2006-08-30T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:41.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is going to be AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill be playing soccer with the teachers tomorrow. I'll be going back to bhps tomorrow. I'll be giving justine her pressie tomorrow. I'll be running tomorrow. Except there are a few whacked things like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Why do we have to sign up TEAMS for the sports thing. It's really really unfair to people who REALLY want to play but dont have enough players to play with or dont have time to sign up. In the end, the only real people who will play are probably groups of bimbos who want to "strut their stuff" in front of you-know-who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) I dunno who I'm going back with. I dont know if Tazzy's coming.. Or Justiney's coming.... I DONT know. And i dont know when. I'm off at 11am. Tell me when u guys are off =0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) I got justine a pressie buT i shall not reveal anything here. HAHAHAHAHAHAH! here's a clue: It's name is Bob. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's holiday homework which is stupid. And stupid. And stupid. And stupid&lt;br /&gt;CURRSES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tootoot! bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-115691801650146016?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/115691801650146016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=115691801650146016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115691801650146016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115691801650146016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/08/tomorrow-is-going-to-be-awesome-ill-be.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-115674932234345888</id><published>2006-08-28T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:41.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/1708/1600/hooba%20group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/1708/320/hooba%20group.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chris(drums), Dan(guitar), Markku(EX-bassist) Doug(vocals)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this term was full of tests and last minute studying but I think I did better than I did for last term. which is good in a twisted way. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, since it's the last few days of school, I have a heavy increase in homework. I think they're preparing us for that mound that will soon come in 3 days. But, in 3 days, teachers' day celebrations are gonna happen! YO! so, that means that I'll be playing.SOCCER with the teachers. I'm sure all the 1hers know what I'm talking about. haahaahaahaa. i feel so hidden-agenda-ey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I should start on my homework soon. oh! AND I HAVE TO POST THIS TOTALLY AWESOME PICTURE OF HOOBASTANK AT THE GRAMMYS when they were nominated for the reason. They had to present an award with Tyra Banks and I think they found it strange. as I quote from dan, " what's up with that!?!*mutters something under breath*". SO anyways, don't fall TOO much in love with them. I think this is one of their best pics together. ahh..&lt;br /&gt;Dan looks like he's wearing eye shadow but that doesnt really affect the picture. Chris looks sophisticated in that. i think he should wear it more often. Gets rid of the OMG-he-looks-like-a-bird feel. Good times... good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUHBYE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-115674932234345888?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/115674932234345888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=115674932234345888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115674932234345888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115674932234345888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/08/chrisdrums-danguitar-markkuex-bassist.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-115641551245342239</id><published>2006-08-24T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:41.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>before i begin this post, i want  to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY to justine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I congratulate her on being able to watch PG13 movies from now on. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.. today, simphoni asked me to give the conscent form to Isis for forbidden city. SO it just happened to be isis's maths period. And it Just so happened to be mr sean lim inside the class. I was so high. So this was teh conversation we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOY: *knocks on door*&lt;br /&gt;SEANLIM: Yes? *smiles a lil*&lt;br /&gt;JOY: oH.. Hi um.. could i sspeak to ISIS please?*smiles*&lt;br /&gt;SEANLIM: For? *raises eyebrow?*&lt;br /&gt;JOY: *giggles* ELDDS matters.&lt;br /&gt;SEANLIM: Ohh.. Sure *biggrin*&lt;br /&gt;JOY: *faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so i didn't actually faint. But I wanted to. I think Liyana's angry at me because of that. She's daoing me. haha. Isis was totally shocked because the night before i was IM-ing her on how i would do just that one day. AND I DID!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was ok. It was REALLY hot in school. I could feel my uniform sticking to my back. uggh.. Then I bought this stress ball that was painted like the world. So i christened it the " GAY BALL"  From now on, whoever feels gay just has to come and squeeze my stress ball and all their gayness will be passed on to the ball and the next person to squeeze the ball will take in the gayness. Poojha was the first one to try it. She must have some gay problems. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had our lit test. I had this brain block. But the good thing about brain blocks is taht once they're gone, your blain floods itself with ideas. Then your brain hurts but I was under too much pressure to care abotu the pain. So i scribbled everything down onto the paper. And i finished. haha happy me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOY IS HAPPY TODAY&lt;br /&gt;JOY IS SAD TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;3 JOY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-115641551245342239?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/115641551245342239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=115641551245342239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115641551245342239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115641551245342239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/08/before-i-begin-this-post-i-want-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-115614641388890827</id><published>2006-08-21T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:41.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am &lt;strong&gt;VERY&lt;/strong&gt; sad. &lt;strong&gt;VERY SAD&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;School is ending in 2 weeks and people are going away. Important people who are *really really nice looking*. LOL. I hope not though. I think it's wrong to make fun of teachers because they may not hear it but I hear it! *Mr Sean Lim* is really nice ok. haha. He's so cute. Today I was walking to the staffroom to put my maths paper in Ms Begam's mailtray. Then I happened to walk in front of him. So I greeted him. And then he walked pass. Then he was like. " uH? oh." then he nodded. He's so shy. ahhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, during assembly, I was being my usual let-me-stare-at-someone self. So I started looking around for no particular reason. Then I was looking at this corridor and it was empty. So then i turned away because Peeping Poojha was poking me. So i poked her back and looked back at that same corridor.Then Mr Sean Lim suddenly appeared there and was staring STRAIGHT at me. Then he raised his eyebrow. So I raised my eyebrow. Then he grinned a little. Then he turned away. So i turned away. That was a pretty experience. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/1708/320/602725.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;DAN and DOUG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dont worry, they aren't gay.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;tootsie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-115614641388890827?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/115614641388890827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=115614641388890827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115614641388890827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115614641388890827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-am-very-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-115595612779336485</id><published>2006-08-19T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:41.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Came here with a load&lt;br /&gt;And It feels so lighter&lt;br /&gt;since i met cha,&lt;br /&gt;Honey you should know&lt;br /&gt;That i could never go on,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;without cha&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-green eye by coldplay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember playing with this CD marker and drawing squiggles on the mousepad. And now, about a month later, all those pretty bright red squiggles are now poopy brown. It goes to show you how things don't always stay pretty or, things tend to change. Now, if you think I've turned into a guru of some sort, don't be alarmed.&lt;br /&gt;So, I've just started reading Treasure Island. I remember I abandoned it quite a while ago when I got bored of all the old English and pirate ARRR language. But, now my debate coach gave it to me to read. So I started reading. and actually it's quite good. It's very good.&lt;br /&gt;SHIVER ME TIMBERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now, i'm breaking out into pirate english every few minutes. It's creepy but comforting. and i laugh a lot ..mainly at myself. but shouldn't we all laugh at ourselves every once in awhile right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, i had my HISTORY test. My brain spaced out for 10 minutes. SO when Ms Lizah said " Ok girlys, 10 more minutes" I was only finished with the second question. And I had one LONG question to write. with 3 parts to it. But &lt;em&gt;Praise God. &lt;/em&gt;He gave me perseverance. And all the inferences came to me like THAT. So i scribble it all down.And believe it or not, I finished it in 10 minutes. pheewww....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debate was fun with the tiutiutiu game and YEEHAWW game. and then we had whacked forfeits called KACHING. it was awesomely  fun. haha. Then we also played river crossing. And we had to decode a few codes like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;365 DIAY- 36g days in a year&lt;br /&gt;Try this fun one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;99BO BO TH -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a pirate one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-115595612779336485?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/115595612779336485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=115595612779336485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115595612779336485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115595612779336485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/08/came-here-with-load-and-it-feels-so.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-115579802482419465</id><published>2006-08-17T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:41.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I am &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;pissed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the only way to describe it. Plain and simple. Don't they understand!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't they understand. i have 4 tests in a row next week.That's practically a week of testing. CURSES. and guess what. I only found out TODAY. what's up with that!&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'm going to pull out my hair, strand by strand. Until I'm bald. Then I'll wait for my hair to grow back. Then I'll pull my hair out again.&lt;br /&gt;But, I think this term is better than last term. I haven't failed anything yet. Anything &lt;em&gt;important&lt;/em&gt; that is. So I'm still safe. There's nothing else to blog about. My life's becoming 'boringer' and 'boringer'.&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the whole deal about that history test coming up tomorrow. I studied for it. Enough to know that the first ruler of the Gupta dynasty was CHANDRAGUPTA. What a cool name. And that HangTuah was the LAKSAMANA of Melaka.&lt;br /&gt;Literally traslated into english, Laksamana means-" where's the laksa?"&lt;br /&gt;I think i shall name poojha laksamana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-115579802482419465?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/115579802482419465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=115579802482419465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115579802482419465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115579802482419465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-am-pissed-thats-only-way-to-describe.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-115571947997496752</id><published>2006-08-16T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:41.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was rather.. eventful. Every lesson seemed shorter than before. Probably because of that LONG announcement Mr Suresh gave us.. or was it a reflection... or was it.. nevermind. But I could not understand what he was saying. It was like he was mumbling and putting the mike into his mouth. All that came out was " mmmmhhhhhmmmmmmssssss.." and then half way through i heard. " Non-teaching staff" and then " Mr Daniel Chew"(who's that?!?) and then i stopped listening. I think when the bell rang, teachers started walking really slowly to their staff rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Mr Sean Lim was sort of "casually" walking to his staffroom which happened to be on the same level as teh courtyard. I was staring at him. Then every now and then he would look at me or my area and then walk sideways and pretend to look at paintings and admire them. But continue walking towards his staffroom. haha.. &lt;strong&gt;that was cute&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I also saw Mr Sng oened mouthed. It was like his jaw dropped or something. ahahhaha. that was &lt;strong&gt;funny too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then, school continued..English first. We went through this bogus summary which i practically-almost-failed-but-didn't. Ms Cheang said we were so good at summary writing that we summarised &lt;i&gt;too&lt;/i&gt; well. So we only managed to do corrections because there was only half an hour of english. Then we had maths and I only did 2 questions from the notes because that's the way I AM hawhawhaw. Then we had history.Miss LIzah went through another source-based technique.I like history. I like learning about old dead guys. I like inferring.  wakawakawoo.&lt;br /&gt;THENNN.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead of &lt;strong&gt;TOP&lt;/strong&gt;, we got to watch &lt;strong&gt;a MOVIE&lt;/strong&gt;. "Pay it forward". I remember we watched it once during prefect camp.  yayyness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I saw mr ang's friendster account. I also saw Doug robb's friendster account. I also saw many other people's friendster account. HAHA..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-115571947997496752?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/115571947997496752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=115571947997496752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115571947997496752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115571947997496752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/08/today-was-rather.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-115547582194103278</id><published>2006-08-13T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:40.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/1708/1600/hawhawhawhawhaw.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/1708/320/hawhawhawhawhaw.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                    &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;HOOBASTANK&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; from left to right: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CHRIS(drums),DAN(guitar),MARKKU(ex-bassist),DOUG(vocals)&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/23003583-115547582194103278?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/115547582194103278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=115547582194103278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115547582194103278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115547582194103278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/08/hoobastank-from-left-to-right.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-115543730829330201</id><published>2006-08-13T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:40.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i just woke up and had waffles for breakfast. yummmmmm... Anyways,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHO IS JOYTAN?*stabstab*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is she the one from 1O? i don't like this. I don't like this one bit. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;well, today i'll be studying history.&lt;u&gt;or at least trying to&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;THIS is later in the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i changed my blogskin because i was bored. I figured that Dan's face needed a rest so i put up this inspiring photo of a man flying away with a woman on an umbrella. BE INSPIRED. Remember when i said that i would study history.. or at least try to. Well.. i didn't really. and i dont want to. So that's that. I'll probably blog about how difficult the history test was in a few days. And i'll probably mug the night before. But that's life. That's school. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i feel &lt;u&gt;so high&lt;/u&gt; today. Even though I'm sick. Sick as can be.... Everyone at home is sick. Everyone's sneezing. Everyone's coughing. But i still feel so high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I FEEL LARGE AND IN CHARGE!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;haha.ok? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-115543730829330201?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/115543730829330201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=115543730829330201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115543730829330201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115543730829330201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-just-woke-up-and-had-waffles-for.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-115534562757079091</id><published>2006-08-12T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:40.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/1708/1600/promo_ioy_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/1708/320/promo_ioy_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoob new video.&lt;br /&gt;that's dan.&lt;br /&gt;watch it &lt;a href="http://http://youtube.com/watch?v=4DWWDE7xuIg"&gt;here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it should take a while to load. BUT ITS WORTH IT!&lt;br /&gt;actually.. i dont think this is TRUE hoobastank. but the song's great. And the wierd expression on dan and doug's faces. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okbyebye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-115534562757079091?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/115534562757079091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=115534562757079091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115534562757079091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115534562757079091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/08/hoob-new-video.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-115500963700648412</id><published>2006-08-08T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:40.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;TODAY WAS GREEAATT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, cedar celebrated singapore's umm... 39th? birthday.. well i don't know how old singapore is- that's not the point. The celebration was awesome! I sported a maroonish hangten tee. Morning was long. I followed Shermin to the foyer to.. as she put it " meet the old people " for her IPW. She also wanted to see a certain-someone. uhhhmm uhh hmm.. Well. in the end, she got her wish and saw him later in the day. haha&lt;br /&gt;So we got this spot in front of the library. It was perfect because i could see the NPCC, NCC and RedCross contingents marching around. The band was playing. I have no other word for them..  other than PRO! they rock so hard it's scary. and their symphonic band. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;So.. since we were sitting next to 2c and all, suddenly Mr Ang came out and everyone was screaming except for me. I dont understand what's so hot. So amirah came and sat next to me to shield herself from his awesome-awesomeness. The parade continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, we were all supposed to gather at the courtyard to perform our SUPER GAY mass dance! I suddenly felt so enthu and could remember all the steps. so I&lt;strong&gt; DANCED MY HEART OUT&lt;/strong&gt;! i could feel gayness around me. Then, I saw it!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newly cut hair, fit for the army.&lt;br /&gt;Glance of an eye followed by a grin- small but noticable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i was recognised from what happened yesterday. WHAT WAS I TO DO! I smiled back,trying to hold all the embarrassment and UTTER JOY inside. AHH.. i practically fainted. I SHOULD HAVE FAINTED. After that, I kept looking in that direction. And it kept looking back- and smiling. I should have stopped to avoid further embarrassement but after a while I realised that no one noticed except for those observant few( which aren't many)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it's these little moments in life which really count to me.&lt;br /&gt;I never can forget things like these.&lt;br /&gt;They mean so much to me. ANd i probably won' hear the end of it from Amirah, Shermin, Fi,Nabilah, Zahrah, Poojha, Vannessa, Athirah and all the rest..&lt;br /&gt;Ahh.. OH! HOW I LOVE CEDAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta-ta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-115500963700648412?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/115500963700648412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=115500963700648412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115500963700648412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115500963700648412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/08/today-was-greeaatt-today-cedar.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-115483364649235217</id><published>2006-08-06T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:40.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love hoobastank.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're so awesome!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was really weird.&lt;br /&gt;I spent most of the morning in bed, lazing around. Then I woke up and went for the computer since I slaved away last night doing homework(since i was waiting for "The Diary Of Hoobastank" to start on MTV .little bit of that later) So I came and posted on the Hooba boards. Then I went to watch a few hooba music videos including their latest video -Inside Of You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you must think I'm a hooba fool. The truth is, I AM. But let's not call it a hooba fool. More of a&lt;em&gt; hoobahollic&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, my mom showed me how to get home by bus. nOW, i bet you're thinking. OMG! She doesn't know how to get home by bus. Well.. I don't think I have to argue with you about that. I agree with you. but what the hey.... i prefer using a taxi. It saves time right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. NOW ON TO&lt;br /&gt;THE DIARY OF HOOBASTANK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i taped it. But stupid vcr isn't working. Soo... It was 1/2 an hour long. I have to thank Isis for telling me about it. It was 10.30pm last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's how the band members came across as :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doug(vocals) - Sensitive. He looked like he was goign to cry when he had a soar throat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chris(drums)- Sensible. He probably made the most sense there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dan&lt;33&gt;He licked the camera&lt;/strong&gt;! ahahah. But he also made quite a lot of sense. Even though it may be hard to believe, he's the one who likes to go shopping! AHAH so cute.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Josh(bass)- cute and cuddly.&lt;br /&gt;" He falls in love at least 5 times a day" -dan&lt;br /&gt;which is true. He was exchanging numbers with so many girls at the MTV asia awards. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I think that Dan is probably the best one in the band. I bet you all know why. ahahha! Blogskin should say a lot already. He's also a really talented guitarist. One day, I shall meet hooba in person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-115483364649235217?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/115483364649235217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=115483364649235217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115483364649235217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115483364649235217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-love-hoobastank.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-115467881622892919</id><published>2006-08-04T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:40.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have nothing much to say so i won't say much at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today @ school&lt;br /&gt;1) had the gay and nice retarded national day dance thing in the COURTYARD! everyone couldn't see the steps so.. we looked retarded. ALL of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) i FINALLY mastered the mass dance thing today during our last practice. Mr Chia and Mr Lim were laughing at us. haha. :P again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) school seemed really really really long today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Fiona didn't come for debate so We hung around for 15 mins doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. im eating a kit kat and drinking vanilla coke. Mann.. they go together so well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-115467881622892919?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/115467881622892919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=115467881622892919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115467881622892919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115467881622892919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-have-nothing-much-to-say-so-i-wont.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-115450920433805655</id><published>2006-08-02T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:40.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/1708/1600/hoobaasss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/1708/320/hoobaasss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so goodbye my friend,&lt;br /&gt;until we meet again&lt;br /&gt;Some other day,&lt;br /&gt;i know so much will change,&lt;br /&gt;but looking back i can say&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't a change a day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope you can say.. i hope you can say&lt;br /&gt;the same.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hoobastank- say the same(Every man for himself)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(^That's dan. This is not his best picture. i put it up so that all of you wouldn't fall in love with him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came home from an extremely idiotifying maths test. I am SO frustrated! I needed 5 minutes more! 5 MINUTES MORE! 5 minutes to save 5 marks. *stabstab* Maths teachers are such evil people!! Actually, everyone has an evil side and we all have different ways of manifesting them. Maths teachers manifest their evil-ness through means of giving their students ridiculously short durations for maths test, or erasing all creativity from the world. Of course there are those few gifted ones who manage to hide their evil side very well.. like ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually, considering the fact that I didn't exactly study for the test, I think I did OK. Maybe I failed. That's bad.Very bad. But Maybe i didn't fail. that's good. not very good though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so angry right now. I need that gay dance. &lt;strong&gt;I NEED THE GAY DANCE&lt;/strong&gt;. to help me vent my anger. but.. as that dance instructor says in his Singaporean gangster wannabe way.. " SEE- DAH RAAUUKS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what's wierd. When he's teaching us how to dance, teachers like Mr Lim, Ms Begam, Mr Chia, Ms Cheang and Mr Yao are always hanging around the stage. Probably because they're in charge of the National Day Celebrations but I swear ..I saw Mr Lim laughing a little when we were dancing. HAHA actually, I would too. no wait! I was. And then he went and stood by this pillar. Probably to get something to lean on to. But i bet he was laughing to himself and needed a place to hide so that he wouldn't discourage us. haha.. that was a smart move.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-115450920433805655?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/115450920433805655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=115450920433805655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115450920433805655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115450920433805655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-goodbye-my-friend-until-we-meet.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-115433571237833234</id><published>2006-07-31T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:39.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And in my fantasies, your kiss is heavenly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; Hoobastank(can I buy you a drink)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.. you all must be thinking that I have a lot of free time on my hands. Well, you're all partially correct.&lt;br /&gt;I should actually be studying. But i'm not. soo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've thought up my top 2 bands =)&lt;br /&gt;1) HOOBASTANK&lt;br /&gt;2) red hot chilli peppers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. I&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; LOVE HOOBASTANK&lt;33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I feel so good these days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to go to  school.. for reasons I shall not tell. I also like the journey to school because nowadays I get to sit in front and operate the music system. So i can play hoobastank whenever I want. I think I should put my family out their misery and change the cds to something that they might like. hawrhawrhawrhawr. maybe... -,-&lt;br /&gt;tmr we have mass dance again. THe dance is so gay and nice! The dance instructor is so gay and nice! LOL all the teachers in the room were smiling at him and us as we danced the gay and nice dance. Ms Teoh  joined in. but her moves were so cool! Too bad she's going away soon..sighhh.....&lt;br /&gt;Ms Qin got really angry with us because we came late for science. But it's not OUR fault. It was NAPHA! 2.4km! Ouch.. just thinking about it makes my legs throb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing there's no homework. But there is studying stuff and all.. i hope the science practical is fine and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;dy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waitwait.. i shall quote from a nice song by the red hot chilli peppers- Californiafication.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-115433571237833234?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/115433571237833234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=115433571237833234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115433571237833234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115433571237833234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/07/and-in-my-fantasies-your-kiss-is.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-115422845745467947</id><published>2006-07-30T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:39.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hohoho</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who's that pretty girl in the mirror there? WHAT MIRROR WHERE?&lt;br /&gt;What a pretty face, what a pretty face! What a pretty face what  a pretty FACEEEE!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;i feel happy,  Oh so happy!&lt;br /&gt;I feel happy and something and GAY!&lt;br /&gt;And I pity any girl who isn't me today!&lt;br /&gt;LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that, my dear readers was nothing. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it seems that time itself is against me. I have exactly 9 hours to study everything associated with algebra, surface area, volume and perimeter. Not to mention those pesky vernier callipers which reminds me of a lobsters ( don't ask me why). Also, that maths homework and Design n tech homework which my computer, which I believe is angry at me for something or other, refuses to download. But, to top things all of, last night i ate a lobster claw. I just happened to consume some of the shell. *ouch* As I type, I can feel the lobster claw reincarnating itself within the fragile walls of my stomach. ughh..&lt;br /&gt;OH! and tomorrow is 2.4km run. My legs are already trembling at the thought of it. I got a new wallet to keep all my cards in. I also got  anew big pencil box. I would take a picture if it weren't for my camera. I believe it left it's mechanically created soul in Cambodia when we went there a few months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my lover, goodbye my friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-115422845745467947?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/115422845745467947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=115422845745467947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115422845745467947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115422845745467947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/07/hohoho.html' title='Hohoho'/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-115414521561915982</id><published>2006-07-29T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:39.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahh.. the weekend is here. finally. But, I'm not really looking forward to anything. sighs... i miss.. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, during this week of school, everything went by really slowly but towards the end of the week, suddenly everything sped up except for that a few boring maths lessons which continued on and on and on and on. Lots of homework. noo.. LOTS of homework. 3 projects. *stabstab*&lt;br /&gt;Ahhwell... But let's take a look at the finer things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I got to watch the NDP rehearsel thing.&lt;br /&gt;2) I got to talk to a few people.&lt;br /&gt;3) I got As for Napha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.. hmm...&lt;br /&gt;The 2.4km run is on monday. I shall write a poem about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bid you all adieu&lt;br /&gt;For 2.4 I must do&lt;br /&gt;Pretending to catch the flu&lt;br /&gt;Just won't do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My legs will wither and die&lt;br /&gt;My skin will start to dry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I want to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how i&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; LOVE HOOBASTANK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and all right... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Incubus isn't that bad&lt;/span&gt; either. BUT I STILL &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE HOOBASTANK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. OK that's it. My posts are getting mroe random and shorter. I shall start blogging soon. Don't worry. It's the stress that comes with every maths common test. Who's that teacher who's making these tests. Ahh!! make it so difficult for what? I mean we're loosing self confidence. Give us a hand man.. or woman.. or whatever.. ok NEVERMIND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science practical test is nearing too. I wonder if something will explode horhorhor.. ahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. im done talking nonsense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta-ta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-115414521561915982?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/115414521561915982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=115414521561915982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115414521561915982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115414521561915982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/07/ahh.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-115372791639825224</id><published>2006-07-24T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:39.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello. i guess you've noticed taht i haven't been blogging quite a lot these days. I just feel taht videos of hoobastank are really nice and i should share it with the WOrld!&lt;br /&gt;well.. Here's what's been going on in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the homework is piling up on my fragile shoulders&lt;br /&gt;I need a table to put them on to relieve those awful  boulders.&lt;br /&gt;Friends are nice and friendly.&lt;br /&gt;Chocolates are too,&lt;br /&gt;everything's fine and &lt;strong&gt;DAN&lt;/strong&gt;dy,&lt;br /&gt;i am kidding who?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I yearn for unreachable sleep&lt;br /&gt;I slap myself as eyebags seep&lt;br /&gt;Studying is futile&lt;br /&gt;Copper is ductile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live on mcdonalds and iced milo&lt;br /&gt;Ohno! a nuclear silo&lt;br /&gt;I can feel my brain imploding everyday&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be gay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's just how messed up I am right now.&lt;br /&gt;but all that in the poem is TRUE completely. It's how you see it. I spilt sprite on my pants just now. it was horrible and sticky. now the keyboard's sticky and stuff..&lt;br /&gt;i think i shall go soap my hands. im ean wash my hands.&lt;br /&gt;And a special message to ms TEO SHERMIN! who keeps standing outside the staff room for a certain someone for uhhmmm uh hmm.... hello=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;away i go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-115372791639825224?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/115372791639825224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=115372791639825224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115372791639825224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115372791639825224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/07/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-115355674673755993</id><published>2006-07-22T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:39.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;These days, I feel like posting hoobastank videos.. SOoo...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/64JxbsiA35U" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the song's called "Up and Gone". From their first album. before the reason.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I quite like this video because Dan's doing the back up vocals. Watch his mouth carefully. haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I like this song.. hmm.. i think i shall go listen to it again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-115355674673755993?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/115355674673755993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=115355674673755993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115355674673755993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115355674673755993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/07/these-days-i-feel-like-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-115339394210085600</id><published>2006-07-20T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:39.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n4SxBmoAqsg" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Another vid of hoobastank. Music video &gt;&gt; OUT OF CONTROL&lt;br /&gt;it's awesome. but look out for the jump that Dan does. it's so freakishly awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-115339394210085600?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/115339394210085600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=115339394210085600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115339394210085600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115339394210085600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/07/out-of-control-its-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-115305879117384632</id><published>2006-07-16T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:39.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOOBASTANK FOREVER</title><content type='html'>well well well&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to post a Hoobastank video. But... there are too many. So.. I picked one. But there are many many more. MANY MANY MANY MORE GOOD ONES. BUT I LIKE THIS ONE. mainly because Dan Estrin(guitarist) plays the guitar so well here. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/333_xvSPCvY" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the expression that the guitarist, Dan Estrin gives the vocalist, Doug Robb at the end.&lt;br /&gt;You gotta admit the guitarist, Dan Estrin&lt;33, is seriously talented yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joy AWAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-115305879117384632?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/115305879117384632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=115305879117384632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115305879117384632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115305879117384632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/07/hoobastank-forever.html' title='HOOBASTANK FOREVER'/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-115287532049785290</id><published>2006-07-14T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:39.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been thinking a lot.&lt;br /&gt;I mean.. I've been "blog-hopping" through people's blogs. There were main things I noticed which almost very blog had.&lt;br /&gt;1) The bloggers haven't posted for almost a month.&lt;br /&gt;2) The bloggers post things which I can't understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me talk about no. 1 first.&lt;br /&gt;It makes me worried. I'm I posting TOO much? I'm posting almost everyday and I can't help it. It's the first thing I do when I use the net. Even if I have nothing to post about. I post randomness. Is there a limit to the amount of posts I can write? I feel worried. Verrrryyy worried. What if something's wrong with my excess "bloggability".&lt;br /&gt;No.2&lt;br /&gt;seriously! I don't understand because most of the time, their using words from their dialect in alm,ost every sentence. Not that I'm complaining or anything. I'm wouldn't be interested in their mothertongue IF i can't handle mine. I also wouldn't be interested in their lives if mine's already taking up too much time. So... WHAT! I read until I get angry and my eyebrows scrunch up and my brain starts to heat up. I think too much. I ask too many questions. Whenever I read someone's blog I keep asking questions like whywas she there. Then I go to someone else's blog and fit in pieces. SO finally I end up with one big puzzle solved and my brain scrambled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It irritates me so much. I don't know what to do. What irritates me even mroe is that Zidane chose to end his career with a headbutt. It's just not fair. Maybe it's the kind of thing he would do but it's not fair to all his fans and all the French fans. So painful! I need time to relax. Relaxation time would be nice. ahhhh...&lt;br /&gt;i THINK i will put up a wishlist in place of the  "what the JOYous is currently reading" because I just can't be bothered to change the HTML codes so much.&lt;br /&gt;As for all those famous footballers posting on my blog.... I appreciate you stopping by haha. but why don't you get back to your job- kicking balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHHH....hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;i love myself so much sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-115287532049785290?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/115287532049785290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=115287532049785290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115287532049785290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115287532049785290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/07/ive-been-thinking-lot.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-115277553119573536</id><published>2006-07-13T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:39.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm just going to quote a few things from the book I was reading which I think are funny..&lt;br /&gt;(but if you don't burst out laughing, i think it's normal. Not everyone shares the same freaky sense of humour as me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Toilets for the disabled are the finest toilets in the public toilet world; they're big and roomy, you can stretch out in there , you can move around, you can even dance in there and there's all those handrails on the walls, you can hang things on them. You can hang your clothes on them.YOU CAN TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES, HANG THEM ON HE HANDRAILS AND JUST DANCE AROUND...not that yu'd do that. that'd be weird..im just saying you could... if you wanted to.. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know, I have a huge fear of clowns so I totally agree with what this guy has to say about them -&lt;br /&gt;" Clown have funny red noses and big floppy feet and kooky weird clothes and curly wurly hair and white,pasty skin and strange crazy eyes and twisted, creepy grins and SATANIC CHILD STRANGLING,PSYCHO MANIAC, FACES, STOP THE CLOWNS, MYMMY! DON'T LET THE CLOWNS EAT ME! MUMMY PLEASE, MUMMY! THE CLOWNS.. THE clowns.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot more funny things in this book- dork geek jew. I almost fell asleep during flag raising. I felt like I WAS IN my bed, yes, when i was standing. Why! I ask why! I slept at 9 the day before.:P. So, when i came home, I went to the medicine cabinet and checked the pills i had taken in the morning. I took the kind that made you drowsy. *killkill*&lt;br /&gt;Still feel drowsy now. yawnnnn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Malay class, Amirah, Fi, Zahrah, Nabilah and Athirah.. and me decided to have a go at actually speaking malay in malay class. YIPPEEE. It was all so funny. because Nabilah would say " Hey Athirah! Can i borrow your correction tape" and then Athirah would go " cakap bahasa melayu, (speak malay lah)" and then Nabilah would be like " err... Boleh saya(can i)...what's borrow?" and then we would go "pinjam(borrow)" and then Nabilah would go&lt;br /&gt; OHYEAH! boleh saya pinjam pen pembetulan?" and then we would all burst out laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, Nabilah would say something in english and then in malay and then I would say " retarded woman" except I was supposed to say it in malay. So i would say " wanita tidak sempurn(retarded woman)" and we would all burst out laughing again. ahhh good times.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news is that tomorrow's... FRIDAY! which means the next day is SATURDAY! and so on.. I feel happy today... HAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-115277553119573536?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/115277553119573536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=115277553119573536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115277553119573536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115277553119573536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-just-going-to-quote-few-things-from.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-115268428810068010</id><published>2006-07-12T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:39.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like answering questions now.so...&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from school. Today was boring. why? Just.&lt;br /&gt;Today was also cold.Why? because it rained.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm wearing socks since I can't find my jeans anywhere, I'm wearing shorts with really high socks. The one on my left foot is the YOGI bear sock while the one on my right foot is the "I'm awake and dressed, what more do you want?" sock. I know I'm weird. I miss the world cup fever. Waking up at 3 int he morning to catch a match, complaining that you didn't get enough sleep the night before at school, skipping school and getting a fake mc to cover because you couldn't wake up in the morning. Ahh.. those were the days.. TOO BAD they're only coming back in 4 years time. By then, I'll be in JC. ouuchh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I also had my maths timed assignment. Which was hard. Why? Because I didn't study.&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't I study? Because I couldn't be bothered to.&lt;br /&gt;Wht's the moral of the story?  cucumbers will always be purple. aren't they?&lt;br /&gt;No silly... they're orange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh..&lt;br /&gt;split personality attack. the JOY Man and the JOYous one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-115268428810068010?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/115268428810068010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=115268428810068010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115268428810068010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115268428810068010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-feel-like-answering-questions-now.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-115253023625783381</id><published>2006-07-10T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:39.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/guKNxIwTRdI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/guKNxIwTRdI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little post-worldcup fun.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Zidane is also part of it. watch out for him. He's the guy with the dougnout hair. or at least that's what it looks like from here. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-115253023625783381?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/115253023625783381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=115253023625783381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115253023625783381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115253023625783381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/07/little-post-worldcup-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-115243366472232287</id><published>2006-07-09T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:38.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY DAYS OF MOURNING ARE OVER&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I mourned for almost 4 days.&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Until last night of course, when Bastian Schweinsteiger kicked not one but TWO balls which curtled into the net, beyond the reach of Ricardo. mwahwahwahw. The other goal was an own goal from Petit, the tiny man. Felt sorry for him though. His team will probably dislike him for that. Even though they didn't show it. The main strikers, Podolski and Klose were exchanged after half time. Probably because they were tired. I' m sure if Podolski had been given a chance, he would have scored a goal or two. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But BASTIAN SCHWEINSTEIGER! WHo would have thought of that!!!&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Ballack and the goal keeper, Jehns what's-his-name, didn't play. Instead Oliver Kahn, they guy who looks twice his age and has an amplified voice came on, taking up the Captainship as well as the goal keeper-ship? He was an awesome goal keeper. In fact, I'm sure if that other dude had played, I'm sure the score wouldn't have been 3-1. Instead3-2 or who knows, a tie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is the match for the WORLD CUP THINGIE! I'm sure France will win because Zidane obviously uses his brains. And it should be an interesting match because the Italians have the best defence in the world. But the French are good at breaking defences. Will the Italian defence fall? I hope so. I dislike Italy. After they thrashed Germany. sigh..sigh.. BUT&lt;br /&gt;GERMANY HAS GOTTEN 3rd WHICH IS BETTER THAN 4th! YES YES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-115243366472232287?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/115243366472232287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=115243366472232287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115243366472232287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115243366472232287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-days-of-mourning-are-over.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-115227179455463989</id><published>2006-07-07T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:38.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-EgoI5OBo3I" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lukas Podolski- the german hero&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by tazzy's blog.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Fi, Amirah and all 1-hers, This is the LU-LU-LU LUKAS PODOLSKI song&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-115227179455463989?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/115227179455463989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=115227179455463989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115227179455463989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115227179455463989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/07/lukas-podolski-german-hero-inspired-by.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-115209493966849068</id><published>2006-07-05T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:38.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A little background information about Germany's star player- Michael Ballack &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ballack was born in a small town in East Germany and, because he was a soccer star as a child, moved with his family to what was then called Karl-Marx-Stadt in 1983. As with all sports prodigies of the old East German system, he was nurtured in a bubble of privilege. He was still a teenager when the Wall fell and East Germany disappeared into the new Germany. Everyone here knows the details of his background and can recite them with ease. They fixate on them. Added to the suspicion about his East German roots, there is the matter of his demeanour. That's what the soccer pundits and experts question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ballack is tall, dark and handsome. He is Germany's David Beckham: an icon of style and cool. His face sells products, but his market as an icon is young women who admire his leading-man looks. He still hasn't sold himself to the commentators in print and on television who brood over the German team. To some -- especially, Gunter Netzer, the former player who is now a sort of Don Cherry of German soccer -- Ballack lacks the manly qualities to be a true German leader&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Ballack ascended to captain the German team, the dominant player was goalkeeper Oliver Kahn, known for his temper and for animal roars at fellow players and for leaving his pregnant wife for a waitress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-115209493966849068?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/115209493966849068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=115209493966849068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115209493966849068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115209493966849068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/07/little-background-information-about.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-115209335413725598</id><published>2006-07-05T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:38.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Germany lost the world cup. It's out of their hands for another 4 years. IT'S SO SAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IT FEELS LIKE SOMEONE DIED. IT FEELS LIKE SOMEONE REALLY CLOSE DIED. I THINK A PERIOD OF MOURNING IS IN ORDER. I SHALL GRIEVE TILL 9 JULY 2006.&lt;br /&gt;DANIEL ESTRIN'S BIRTHDAY AND THE FINALS FOR THE WORLD CUP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN... GERMANY DESERVED TO WIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;GERMANY IS THE FITTEST TEAM IN TEH WORLD CUP. ITALY has the best defence and goal keeper in the world. ALl their defenders are world class and their goal keeper who has the wierdest name I've heard , "Gigi Buffon" is the most expensive goal keeper in the WORLD. did you see his saves!!! BUT NOW I&lt;strong&gt; SHALL SUPPORT CHEALSEA&lt;/strong&gt; for the english premiere league for obvious reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23003583-115209335413725598?l=joylovepeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/feeds/115209335413725598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23003583&amp;postID=115209335413725598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115209335413725598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23003583/posts/default/115209335413725598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylovepeace.blogspot.com/2006/07/omg-germany-lost-world-cup.html' title=''/><author><name>the JOYous one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239990564314549850</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-23003583.post-115200899554140790</id><published>2006-07-04T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:03:38.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now that Beckham is retiring as captain of the ENglish team, a new captain has to step forward. WHo will it be? Steven Gerard or John Terry. Frankly, I don't care, as long as Germany wins the world cup because they totally deserve it. I'm not kidding. Do i sound like I'm kidding? NO!&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, all the girls around the world fell in love with Beckham for that split second when he broke down after England lost. But, I still think Beckham is Harry Potter in disguise. Have you heard what he sounds like? He sounds like a little kid. I don't like him. not very much that is. HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;I am bored. For ELDDS today, we had campaigning for the new exco. My vote is disclosed but I think I know hwo will win it. HA HA HA&lt;br /&gt;I want to become ELDDS president when the time comes. For art, our art teacher gave us so much homework to finish within 2 days. It's not fair. THe art module is going to end within a week. But that doesn't mean that we can finish all that stuff so fast. Plus I have to RE-learn all the graph stuff because I completely forgot what it was all about. I think school is getting better. I mean my friends are nice to talk to. Which brings me to my next thingie. I want to list all the people who I enjoy talking to.&lt;br /&gt;( If you're not on the list, then I don't like you. NO NO NO JKJKJK. Maybe I don't know you as well but there are plenty more Joys in the world. JOYs are nice people to know. I'm one! and im nice! HAHAHAH  )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;Fi, Amirah, Poojha, Shermin, Nana, Zahrah, Isis, Nadia, Estee, Santosi, Hui Min, Artyyy, Lilin( i dunno, she's so nice to say hi to HAHAH) , Fiona hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that;s about it. It's not a lot but I find it nice to have a small and close group of friends. It's kinda wierd if you start saying hi to everyone you pass. If you know what I mean... heehee&lt;br /&gt;Since Fi, Amirah, Huimin and Shermin sit around me, i think i talk to them the most. They are nice people yes.. ? 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