<?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-11479974</id><updated>2012-01-03T23:05:16.367+08:00</updated><category term='weirds'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='shows'/><category term='return'/><category term='fantasies'/><category term='sad'/><category term='intern'/><category term='irony'/><category term='adv'/><category term='my own words'/><category term='books'/><category term='things i did'/><category term='tag'/><category term='happy'/><category term='updates'/><category term='internship'/><category term='things i bought'/><category term='my class'/><category term='shorties'/><category term='current issues'/><category term='birthdays'/><category term='memories'/><category term='3 AnVils'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='sales'/><category term='vents'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='just for laughs'/><category term='celebration'/><category term='pictures from the past'/><category term='work'/><title type='text'>the Shoe Addict's closet</title><subtitle type='html'>the self-proclaimed fashionista</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>109</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-4055520324577855578</id><published>2012-01-03T22:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T23:05:16.381+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>it was that obvious!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFE4C4;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;things going on my mind :&lt;br /&gt;he knows&lt;br /&gt;it's always like this&lt;br /&gt;hope everything will be alright when I come back from HK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFB6C1;"&gt;and so the story begins that I like this guy who's already got a gf(they always do) and that I can't forgive myself for the things I did to make it obvious and made everything else fucked up!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has always been this way, I like someone, get too close and they back off when they notice.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the fact that I did this, that my hands/self did this to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit that I do like him, but not to the extend that I want him to break-off with his gf, just that I just want him to treat me as a good friend, one that he can confide to, no that I want a relationship out of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do admit that I made it too obvious and i deserve part of what he's doing, but please don't avoid me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing this so that I can forget about it, go to HK and come back fresh, and start back all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days haven't been good to me. I need some off time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just found out that I won't be getting bonus this year coz' it's only for confirmed staff. and that i'll be sitting in front of Lina's office in the new office. DIE! no more FB-ing! XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just found out that he knows since a long time ago, even before I had feelings for him and that I was a too obvious.... that I admit, like I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn, now I can't forgive myself for all these things. I wish I hadn't done it. but in fact, I always wish I hadn't done it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping to leave in a clear state of mind and come back fresh so that I can put things behind me. I will eventually stop smoking somehow. I just need to stop! I'm not addicted but I have the urge to.. I promise I will stop, for I cannot forgive myself for even starting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, I'm going to Hong Kong. for the first time in my life, I'm finally going overseas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now, I just wish everything will go back to normal, when I wasn't "the one", when I wasn't treated differently, just back to normal friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's already being a good gentleman by not cutting off ties...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just giving it time to really get outta my mind so that I don't go too deep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish, I wish things would go back to normal! pls pls pls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, when you ask for something too much, they would just gt tired of giving in the end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFA500;"&gt;  until then, this is &lt;span style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;jOyCe&lt;/span&gt; signing out at 11.07pm,  3rd January 2012&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/11479974-4055520324577855578?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/4055520324577855578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=4055520324577855578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/4055520324577855578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/4055520324577855578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2012/01/it-was-that-obvious.html' title='it was that obvious!'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-2522487155433143785</id><published>2011-12-25T22:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T23:20:31.697+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>A tale of a memorable Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFE4C4;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;things going on my mind :&lt;br /&gt;streess&lt;br /&gt;work&lt;br /&gt;things that happened&lt;br /&gt;year end~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFB6C1;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i did bad things I thought I'd never do.. how am I supposed to forgive myself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling the urge to blog again at this time, padahal I need to be in office at 5am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;first things first, my job. STRESSFUL! but i'm trying to cope, even if I get scolded, I tell meself "You learn! Never Give up!" but then again, tears do drop when you get lecturing over things you didn't do or things you cannot predict or things you don't dare to do or people you don't dare to offend. like how the crew always goes on breaks without the AD's permission.  like how my damned talents would cancel on me last minute and I don't have replacements. I'm already feeling bad for have to ask all my friends to help me find talents. *sigh* even that didn't work. I even asked my talents... I feel like such a failure that I couldn't sort things out properly. *sighx100*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;And then, my best colleague decided to resign leaving me suffering alone in office. I'm not saying I don't like working there, but things get really bad sometimes and I wonder if this line is me and if this is what I wanna become. But hey, I gotta take things as it comes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Moving on, Christmas this year took a whole new turn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I thought I was gonna be resting at home being boring and tired and all, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;-I went partying in the midnite after work at 1am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;-kissed a guy TWICE (he's got a gf)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;-and clubbed with my bosses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Phew, talk about my nice girl image!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;and then, talk about things I never thought I'd do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Damn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;But it was the best Christmas ever! Thank you, Farid for everything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;My anak-anaks / interns will be leaving soon, I don't know how's life gonna be like without them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;They're like the crazy bunch that you can talk crap to, laugh like nobody's business,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;and complain/listen to when there's some issue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I'm so gonna miss them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;How to deal with the sadness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;First, my colleague, then my interns.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;no, the other way around, the interns are leaving first...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;For the first time and on christmas eve, I cried over being lectured,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;it sucks because I have so much on my plate that I could barely catch a breath or take a rest,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;honestly, I'm working even on christmas, luckily I'm not a christian, if not, I have no idea how to deal with going to church and all. but then again, I always put an upfront "I don't need a holiday" sort of attitude when it comes to working in front of my bosses, but deep down, I do want a rest. Which is why, I've got my passport done, and tickets booked to Hong Kong next year after I finish my project. I haven't had weekends in a long time... and this I think I deserve. I'm just waiting for one of my bosses to say yes to my leave application. Wish me luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFA500;"&gt;until then, this is &lt;span style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;jOyCe&lt;/span&gt; signing out at 11.17pm, 25th December  2011(should be my last post for year 2011) I hope it ends well... :)&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/11479974-2522487155433143785?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/2522487155433143785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=2522487155433143785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/2522487155433143785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/2522487155433143785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2011/12/tale-of-memorable-christmas.html' title='A tale of a memorable Christmas'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-2696651592113250253</id><published>2011-08-19T01:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T01:58:08.727+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i did'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Old Memories and New Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;things going on my mind :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;my friendster memories, all GONE. I hate u friendster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;all my blog posts on friendster has vanished since it revamped itself as a gaming portal.&lt;br /&gt;F.M.L!&lt;br /&gt;a lot of memories there u know, especially the good ones... *cries*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;what's new:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I've officially joined Red Comm as a Production Coordinator, not too high salary, but will climb from there. Super-ecstatic as it's the company I've dreamed of joining... I like the company even though most of their productions are Malay. I don't know, I just like it. Was great that I interned there and started there. Basically living a working life, work-sleep-drink-work-sleep-drink-work-sleep-drink-work-ENJOY!(gotta enjoy once in a while)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Still single and living life awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Old flames reunite, but ada udang di sebalik batu, but I'll take it as a good chance to finally talk again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Was over-joyed that I helped a friend get his 1st job after graduation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Oh, did I mention? I've successfully passed my exams and now awaiting graduation! WOOHOO! At least the money was well spent... X) teehee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Lazed around for about 3 month before applying for a job at Red Comm, even that was coz' someone asked me to send my resume in... if not, my buttocks would still be on this chair(home) every afternoon... Itu pun coz' waiting for Forensics for the first 2 months... No word from them yet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Later today, pakai baju kurung for the first time in _ years...&lt;br /&gt;Pinjam from Red, and I so abso-love my choice, soft satin-ish cloth and cooling, plus, it's the first one I've tried and suits me almost perfectly... Farid's Idea... must thank him for giving me the occasion... Party Raya at Red besar-besaran! went for shopping for the drinks and stuff, came up to rm456.++... got alcohol, that's why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Feels like i'm always speaking with a mixture of malay... the influence? no... tak tau...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;until then, this is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;jOyCe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; signing out at 1.57am, 19th August 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479974-2696651592113250253?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/2696651592113250253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=2696651592113250253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/2696651592113250253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/2696651592113250253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2011/08/old-memories-and-new-life.html' title='Old Memories and New Life'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-3207315065643215515</id><published>2011-04-19T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T21:31:49.061+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='current issues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>last straw</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 228, 196);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;things going on my mind :&lt;br /&gt;have to finish report&lt;br /&gt;finish assignments&lt;br /&gt;end of student life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;最近， 很不愉快。。。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;真的真的很不愉快&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;为何三年的感情会来到这个地步?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;it's not worth getting sad over such puny matters but I hate this, i don't like this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I did not do anything wrong, and surely, I shouldn't be the one getting all these...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I don't deserve being treated like this, I'm not someone you can just shun away when you like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I need someone's console, and I need someone who understands everything that's going on, to be here for me, to wipe my tears, to tell me it's ok, to hug me, to make me stop thinking of everything that's going wrong... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;It's the last, final few days of the semester, or should I say my 3-years of degree life, an undergrad, a senior, a student... I think I'm gonna feel emo on Wednesday.. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 165, 0);"&gt;until then, this is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;jOyCe&lt;/span&gt; signing out at 9.27pm , 19 April  2011 (flips back to her due-tomorrow report)&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/11479974-3207315065643215515?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/3207315065643215515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=3207315065643215515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/3207315065643215515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/3207315065643215515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2011/04/last-straw.html' title='last straw'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-4070142243419238625</id><published>2011-03-25T12:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T13:05:22.215+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>where'd all the good guys go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 228, 196);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;things going on my mind :&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;wanna sleep&lt;br /&gt;later studio training&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the title suggests, my mind is asking why are most good guys taken and/or homo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things aren't going well these days and I really want someone to hug and to cry on, everynight, LITERALLY! and please, I want to hug a guy, girls, don't have the same effect.. I know I sound desperate, but I really really crave for that special someone's hug.&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, all the 'guy' hug i'm getting from is either my dad, or my bro, or my self-proclaimed 'zi-mui' friend, Eugene, which has not much effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, I don't feel like I have feelings for you, but knowing you've become such a person, I was really heartbroken... I dunno why... but I will wish you the best, coz I've learnt; 'what's meant to be yours will eventually find its way to you, what's not, will never be' and 'to let the person you love be happy with whatever choice they make'...&lt;br /&gt;If you can sense my tad-bit of caring-ness to you, I'm sorry, coz' I dunno how to keep it inside and it is my second nature, but if you couldn't, it's fine, coz' I don't wanna burden you with my feelings for u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to know is, you still treat me as a friend, may not be a close one, but someone you could console to if you ever find the need to... at the end of the day, it is what I really want...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Tell me his name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I want to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;The way he looks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;And where you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I need to see his face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I need to understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;del style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Why you and I came to an end&lt;/del&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Tell me again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I want to hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Who broke my faith in all these years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Who lays with you at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;When I'm here all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;del style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Remembering when I was your own&lt;/del&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I let you fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Why do I keep on asking why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Now that I found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;A way to keep somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;More than a broken vow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Tell me the words I never said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Show me the tears you never shed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;del style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Give me the touch&lt;br /&gt;That one you promised to be mine&lt;br /&gt;Or has it vanished for all time&lt;/del&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I close my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;And dream of you and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;And then I realize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;There's more to love than only bitterness and lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I close my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I'd give away my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;To hold you once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;And never let this promise end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I let you fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Now that I know I’m asking why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Now that I found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;A way to keep somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;More than a broken vow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 165, 0);"&gt;until then, this is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;jOyCe&lt;/span&gt; signing out at 1.07pm, 25th March  2011&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/11479974-4070142243419238625?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/4070142243419238625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=4070142243419238625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/4070142243419238625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/4070142243419238625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2011/03/whered-all-good-guys-go.html' title='where&apos;d all the good guys go?'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-4640540386142690329</id><published>2011-02-27T23:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T23:34:39.945+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='current issues'/><title type='text'>I don't know what to say</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 228, 196);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;things going on my mind :&lt;br /&gt;what should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;if I could sum up my last three years, there are some particular times I would like to forget, if not, I'd rather not remember anything at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's like an event that HAS to happen EVERY year since my 1st year in degree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;what? isit like a trend or something? Must there be such a big change in my life? or is my last three years just a lie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;have I done nothing that you could remember? have I done something so wrong that it is unforgivable?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've had it with the attitude! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;If you're not happy, pls voice it out. don't keep it inside and explode later. I'm not built for such explosions and I need to explode too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;No one listens huh? Has anyone ever paid any attention whatsoever to what I said?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Isn't it enough of dictating already?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;U don't want to lead, so let others and let them do their job. We know what we are doing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;U make me feel like the last three years meant nothing to u, our friendship meant nothing to u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;It may be something going on at your home that stresses you that I don't know of, but we all have our own issues, my house nearly burned down with my dad and is that not an issue big enough? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;You just say "I'm not going to waste my time since you all are not listening to me." Does everyone get heard out? Sometimes we have to pay attention and listen to what others has to say and consider. It's not like we didn't listen, but due to some circumstances, we did what we did. Given a chance to turn back time, I would still have done the same, I can't say for others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;In a way, someone should've re-charged the battery. In a way, someone should've remembered to turn off the device. In a way, someone could've done something to have prevented what has happened. Sometimes, you just have to bear with it, even when you don't like it. Just cause u did it before, doesn't mean we have to follow your way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;If there's any good memory left, I'd like u to remember and keep it. Don't let what happened influence it and make it collateral damage, after all, it was just a small matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough of pleasing others, from now on, it's all just gonna be about &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;how I live my life&lt;/span&gt;. End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 165, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until then, this is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;jOyCe&lt;/span&gt; signing out at 11.37pm, 27th February  2010&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/11479974-4640540386142690329?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/4640540386142690329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=4640540386142690329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/4640540386142690329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/4640540386142690329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-dont-know-what-to-say.html' title='I don&apos;t know what to say'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-334891561058799494</id><published>2010-11-12T22:31:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T00:18:33.494+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intern'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>of my last 4 months(or what I could remember of it)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Dear Blog,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Sorry for the long hiatus, been really busy... Have you missed me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Ended my internship with only 1 week of holidays left. I like working in Red, which explains why I extended my internship and I will go back when I graduate. Motive of extension was partly to earn some bucks to fill boring holidays... as a result my pay in the end was RM2200 accumulated. However, this was down to two spaces after less than a month. cues *Hey big spender song*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I worked on Disney's Waktu Rehat which was really fun! I really enjoyed the experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I was caked on my last day by the 1 person I've never and wanted to work with, Bernard Chauly X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I did subtitling and editing for the last 3 months of my intern&lt;br /&gt;My work with the help of my Director, Shamyl Othman and Producer, Mona Tan; which is Vox Pop/Year End Episode, is also given great feedback by the clients, Disney.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;"The first draft is really quite good, whoever the editor is, pls keep him/her for future use"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I was super-elated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Nonetheless I've learnt super lot of things, plus, am quite familiar with FCP now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Since I've done editing, I am starting to wonder if my ambition is really a Producer. Looking at the things Mona handles, I have to admit, was rather terrifying; phone calls, clients, e-mail, comments, audio post, delivery, video conference, calls, paper work, calls, cast, budget, calls, crew, calls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;In the midst, I was also able to help in other productions like drama(8 Bulan), Kid's game show(Jom Main 2), and do a TVC(Fernleaf). I only didn't do live show like my counterpart, Cine. It was rather great having her in the same company. At least I have someone to accompany me or gossip to... opps...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Oh, have I mentioned that there are pets in the office? One being a veteran, Socks, and the missing one, Prince and the newbie turned fatty, Patches. All being cats adds up to the level of happiness working there higher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Also gotten many freebies from the girls(Carmen and Chi Yee) who've worked in label companies, Universal and Sony Music respectively one of which I treasure most is the LeeHom's "Home Love" key Chi Yee got me from his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Eighteen Types of Martial Arts (十八般武藝 - Shi Ba Ban Wu Yi) album.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;And then there was classes. This time being short semester, syllabus and assignments are packed like sardines. Timetable is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Mon 9-7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Tue 8-6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Wed Off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Thu 8-1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Fri 9.30-2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I know, I've got the Wed off right? what's so bad about that? The fact that I've never rested on a Wednesday due to assignments, press conferences and what nots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Though talking about Wednesdays, for the past 2 Wednesdays, I've been spending dinner with my girls from Foundation, the JEWS!&lt;br /&gt;The first was a total reunion after countless times we've failed to gather 4 girls, this time, with an additional member, Rick! X)&lt;br /&gt;Was really a night for girls/gossips/great company.&lt;br /&gt;The following Wed, there was only JWS, Evenlyn's back at hometown helping mum.&lt;br /&gt;Both nights were filled with tons of photos.&lt;br /&gt;The 1st Wed with photos of all 4 of us and Rick being the photographer.&lt;br /&gt;The latter was with photos from Xin and my cam(rented from Rick!)&lt;br /&gt;I then find I somewhat have an interest with photography and do find my forte and likes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;It's already the end of Week 4, Week 5 is packed and another semester will arrive in 2 months time, my last semester as an undergraduate! I will miss it, and I wish for it to be slower so badly. As you might have known, I've got Final Year Project(FYP) to do before I grad, as always, group dividing is the hardest to do for my team and I've no idea why. Coz we're the 'outstanding' group, can I say? But the group dividing for documentary is done and I can't say I'm satisfied with it, but I'll have to accept it. And group dividing for Multi-camera Production(MCP) has begun(or has it already ended?). However, dividing this time will be a lot worse... I am standing on the side-lines, I don't wanna become the foundation, I just wanna follow this time. The format this time, instead of choosing freely, it is determined that we have to do a live drama, like sitcoms. I have an advantage coz' I've worked worked for sitcoms, but not live though. But it's at least a good start, instead of being 'chicken hands duck feet' and not knowing anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;We have Broadcast Journalism subject this sem, so we are to gather about 12 real news to report in our TV news and Online news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;We went for Oktoberfest(my first) and Cine was a bit on the drunk side, Carmen a bit dizzy and a whole lot of fun, good food, awesome pole dancing and cheap beer! At the end of our stint, a black guy even requested for a photo with me, talking about taking the opportunity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Then, we had exclusive coverage of Y2J's time here. We went for press con, and showcase and even got exclusive footages and photos and photo op. My first with Taiwanese artists(nothing beats Chi Yee's experience with Leehom). They were really good people but working in this industry, I felt normal looking at them, no extra hype... but that happens to all artist I meet I guess, until I meet someone I really wanna meet I guess. And then having Vetha who's worked in Bernama, gave us news sources and welcomed us to go together for news reporting. Really impress with Vetha's courage to do stand up and asking around for interviews.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;My 21st birthday will arrive in a month's time. No idea what to do. Evenlyn asked me this evening if I wanna do it at a Karaoke box with around 20+ peeps, I was astounded just to think of that many people coming together. My problem is I feel that this group of friends will feel uncomfortable being around the other group of friends, vice versa and it goes on, I kind of have 3 groups of friends from different times of my life. But she suggested I invite the UTAR ones and since they probably know each other and all... she says she's gonna check the price 1st. I was thinking of buying a bottle of Moet, but that costs around 2-3hundred+... I just don't feel like thinking about my 21st coz' I don't feel like embracing my age, and I don't know what to do for my 21st. I wish someone could just throw me a surprise party and that's it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;So, Blog, what do you think I should do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Yours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Joyce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;12.17am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;13 November 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 165, 0);"&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/11479974-334891561058799494?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/334891561058799494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=334891561058799494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/334891561058799494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/334891561058799494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2010/11/of-my-last-4-monthsor-what-i-could.html' title='of my last 4 months(or what I could remember of it)'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-6835258083734570943</id><published>2010-06-25T12:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T12:12:08.689+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shorties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i did'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>past 3 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 228, 196);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;things going on my mind :&lt;br /&gt;log and capture, I'll die!!&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for wrap party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, been busy for the past 3 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been in cyberjaya for the past 3 weeks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be going to palete palette for production wrap party on sunday(yay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been having fun and learning a lot, been tired too, been meeting a lot of people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been missing uni life, loving the environment at my work place, eventhough it's quite tiring at times, but fun nonetheless~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be missing every crew and cast once the production is done... OMG, i cried on the small farewell we had with angie and the extras, it's so gonna rain on the wrap party.. me, that is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for next production, can't wait for august, can't wait for premiere of my production, can't wait, can't wait, can't wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 165, 0);"&gt;until then, this is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;jOyCe&lt;/span&gt; signing out at 12.07pm , 25 June  2010&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/11479974-6835258083734570943?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/6835258083734570943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=6835258083734570943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/6835258083734570943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/6835258083734570943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2010/06/past-3-weeks.html' title='past 3 weeks'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-4479417947050840124</id><published>2010-06-03T22:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T22:45:54.210+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intern'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>First day</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 228, 196);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;things going on my mind :&lt;br /&gt;how am I gonna do all these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;honestly, it's only my 3rd day and I'm taking the opportunity to quickly write about my 1st day before i get so damn hectic and tired that I can't even move my body...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;My 1st day was informative, i was briefed about the programme I'm doing and the things I might have to do etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;then, I had NOTHING to do.. in mid-day, i was looking around and getting used to the environment, oh, it's my 3rd day and i still don't have my own workspace, i pretty much sit at an oval table for meetings coz' the places allocated for my programme is FULL... and there is a lot of programmes going on... some shooting, some planning, some casting and mine, shooting this Sunday... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;anyway, on tuesday aka my 1st day of intern, I did paper flowers*cue:ring a ring a roses* as props for my programme, i had to do 30... and it was somewhat a new experience, i was praised for having creative hands and doing it quite fast, nice flowers, etc. I couldn't finish it on the 1st day, so Mona, my producer asked me to finish tomorrow... which i did, by mid-day, i finished my flowers and they are now ready for sale... just kidding.. haha... afternoon, after lunch, again i had nothing to do, so i looked for things to do and I had to send e-mails,  i sorta regret giving my personal e-mail out, coz it's, well, personal.. but anyway, i sent e-mails and until today, none has replied... I'm so scared that I'll jeopardize the project...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;anyway, u're looking at the intern/production assistant/props maker...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;on the evening of my second day, i had to make a tengkolok for one of the characters.. so i had the hardest time figuring out what and how to do it, coz' the material/cloth was very flimsy and hard to handle, and the tengkolok just wouldn't become straight... anyway, i became so frustrated that I left at 7... hoping to get it done by the next day coz' i was really drained... i just met my creative block.. hahaha.. get it? like writer's block? walked 5 mins of pasar malam before it started raining tanks of water,.. went back to sec. 17 instead...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;3rd day, i finished my tengkolok, which was required to be cut off in half coz' it was too big.. so i did with a heavy heart and sew it back together... my hard work sort of paid off... then i started doing my episode breakdown, which my producer asked me to do ever since the morning... i only started at 3.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;have I told you my work time is 10-7? talk about avoiding the jam.. and we don't have a fixed lunch time, so 11 is ok, 3pm is ok too... and then, working here is quite flexible, at around 4/5pm, all the interns can have tea at the pantry, there's places for u to sit and all... the working lifestyle here isn't that stress and all, but once in a while, u get some frustrations here and there, oh, and being in this line, we can check Facebook, provided we have nothing urgent that need to be done...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;honestly, i feel a very heavy load on me this time... coz' i'm given responsibility of a lot of things, one of em' is continuity, which I'm lucky this time coz' this programme isn't as complicated as a drama... second, i'm responsible over the talent release forms, which make my file SUPER P&amp;amp;C and NO ONE IS SUPPOSED TO TAKE MY FILE, it's even written on the side of the file.. can u imagine how P&amp;amp;C it is? my production manager told me no one is supposed to see it... and i have to make sure the file is brought everywhere and kept nicely, i have to guard my life with it.. well, not exactly in those words, but u get the point... oh, i get to hold a clapper board this time around, my 1st, hopefully not my last... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I'm getting used to the environment already... though sometimes i find it hard to express my sentences in malay, but i'm learning.. it get's easier everytime... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday's my 1st shooting.. and hell.. call time is 6am and ends at 11.30.. and all the responsibilities is under me! I'll have to be a super woman to handle this one.. no, i need to be a god to get this one done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;no outtings or nightime yum cha sessions for the whole month of June coz' i'll either be dead busy or dead tired... choose one.. u'll never get it wrong..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 165, 0);"&gt;until my next post, this is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;jOyCe&lt;/span&gt; signing out at 10.47pm, 3rd June  2010&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/11479974-4479417947050840124?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/4479417947050840124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=4479417947050840124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/4479417947050840124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/4479417947050840124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2010/06/first-day.html' title='First day'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-4581007825125260478</id><published>2010-05-21T17:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T17:26:58.750+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i bought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my own words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>the sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 228, 196);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;things going on my mind :&lt;br /&gt;next week's my last holiday&lt;br /&gt;catching up is hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I have to admit that I seriously need to exercise.. I've been growing, sideways.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;OK FINE! i've become fatter... there, I've said it, but i must seriously start going swimming or the gym.. all this sitting at the PC is not helping the extra tyre or buoy around my waist!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Speaking of which, I've just bought 2 pairs of pants for office use.. just in case i need to go meet the clients.. the damage, RM238.. i dunno how to tell my mum.. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I went earlier than going later with the girls coz' i know I'll never find anything suitable for me in Times Square.. we're going on formal clothes hunting on Monday, them that is, i have enough already, at least enough for the 3 months, besides, no formal clothing necessary as mentioned by my supervior, unless meeting with clients...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;I used to have a formal pants which was loose, brought it to my aunty to alter, later, worn once and couldn't fit in anymore now.. damn sad.. shall exercise and cut down.. wanna go Bright Prospect again.. hahaha.. honestly, my 2 and a half months there made me lose weight, basically coz' of the all day in heels thing, and up and down the stairs repeatedly esp. during salary posting times, made me lose the excess little by little, i wish my intern company could make me like that too.. though i'd hate it, but part of me yearns for it.. even the manager and staffs said that i've got slimmer, and relatives too..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;well anyway... been bored, so that explains the frequent updates.. and i know i've forgotten something long time due.. the OCT holidays post.. hehe.. my mind is rusting now, but i will try to finish it asap... and boy... have I yet to hand up all the documents for Film Club.. I'm so dead, even in my holidays.. won't know if i'll be able to come back for AGM.. *sigh* u know i love all these kind of things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;this morning, i said "the sky looks cute today"  to my mum and it weeped.. i guess, the sky have not been hearing such words for a long time, people just don't take their time look at them anymore... everyone's so busy.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;when i said that, my mum went like "which guy?!!" i repeated what i said and we LOAO(Laughed OUR Asses Off).. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 165, 0);"&gt;until then, this is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;jOyCe&lt;/span&gt; signing out at 5.27pm, 21st May  2010&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/11479974-4581007825125260478?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/4581007825125260478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=4581007825125260478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/4581007825125260478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/4581007825125260478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2010/05/sky.html' title='the sky'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-8811178432141165185</id><published>2010-05-20T16:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T16:49:44.354+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shows'/><title type='text'>Gossip Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;if you haven't already know, I'm a loyal worshiper of Gossip Girl, and Season3's finale is the best drama I've seen... My, the turn-round of events made me craving for the next season all the more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what happened :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Nate broke up with Serena, and Nate's now a philander with womEn(no, no typo there) like what Chuck used to be before he and Blair got together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Jenny was told that she'll be  spending time in Hudson at her mom's to finish mid-school and high  school, she felt lonely, so she turned to Nate's apartment, but he  wasn't there, only to find Chuck and they both moved on from there.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Speaking of which, Blair was supposed to meet Chuck at the Empire State, which she was late because Dorota had a labor.. she went to Chuck's lair to patch things up, but she unknowingly walked into the after-party of Chuck and Jenny's sexual intercourse, which was Jenny's first time... Blair had no idea.. and when Chuck wanted to propose to her, he was interrupted by Dan's punch (you know those that brothers make when they found out some guy slept with their little sister) and oh dear, Blair never wants to see both of them ever, i have no idea if everything will go back to normal... it's so depressing, everytime something good's about to happen, Jenny will destroy it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Dan and Vanessa's relationship is on the rocks after Nate sent her a GG link about Serena spending time with Dan on his bed, nothing happened, but just a kiss, a "friendly kiss"... Vanessa's not picking his phone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;In the middle of all these, Georgina is back and clearly needs their help but the others were too busy minding their own businesses to care about her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;And here comes the shocker..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;ONE WEEK LATER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Serena and Blair goes to Paris for some retail therapy and to spend summer time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Jenny leaves the city&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Chuck is mugged and shot in some random red-district-ish alley at Prague for protecting the box with the ring (for Blair) in it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;and here comes the biggest shocker:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Georgina is pregnant with Dan's baby...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;OMG, imagine all the drama...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;can't wait for summer to end and the next season to come!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;Oh, almost forgot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;IT'S MY 100th POST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;Congrats Joyce! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 165, 0);"&gt;until then, this is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;jOyCe&lt;/span&gt; signing out at 4.47pm, 20th May  2010&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/11479974-8811178432141165185?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/8811178432141165185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=8811178432141165185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/8811178432141165185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/8811178432141165185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2010/05/gossip-girl.html' title='Gossip Girl'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-331262376229589199</id><published>2010-05-15T23:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T00:28:13.264+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>of holidays, internship and my thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 228, 196);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;things going on my mind :&lt;br /&gt;reports..&lt;br /&gt;internship&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks?! where got enough??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi there, it's been a long time since I've felt so relieved..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;finished my exams, which means no worries till the results and the next semester...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;i was totally sick since post production till now.. need to fix my biological clock and physical health before I can get ready to battle in the working world.. INTERNSHIP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;but even though it's my holidays now, i still have to finish up my reports before I actually go for internship.. i'm so dead, i have to hand up 1 whole year's worth of reports.. i still lack a few minutes and agenda i guess... the thing is, we've changed DSA officer 3 times ever since our tenure, and we were very punctual every time in the beginning until the beginning of this year, where everything was becoming busier.. oh, that reminds me, i still need to write a report on 48 hours challenge which was clearly a failure, how m i supposed to write?! some1 pls guide me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;anyway, 1st June will be a stepping stone for me, as I finally get to go work in Red Comm. , the company i've always wanted to go to for my career... I'm only a bit bummed by the amount of work i need to do... i'm sorta afraid life's gonna be hell-hectic.. but i guess it's good training to toughen up ourselves... i don't know if i can handle it, but i gonna give it my best..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;as a result of my expected busy schedule, i'm planning to catch up with hopefully as many people as i can in these 2 weeks so that i won't be forgotten or some people will not be forgotten in the 3 months i'm gonna be busy.. but hey, there's always Facebook! teehee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2 weeks of holiday isn't quite enough if u ask me, but i guess it's enough time to rest... pity my friend Li Werng who has been requested to start work this coming monday, 2 weeks before schedule, imagine the shock i will have if it was me, but nonetheless, Good Luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;ok, here's something i wish someone would understand..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't come to us because your group failed, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't come to us after knowing you followed the wrong people,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;don't come to us after having no contact or whatsoever for the past semester or 2-3 months..&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU don't deserve a place in my heart or mind after doing such things to me/us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;you must've not understood the signs I gave you, I don't wanna talk to you, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter how much regret you felt, nothing beats the disappointment i've felt then..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;if you knew things would've come to this point, why did you do it in the first place?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you knew very well the things you did, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;y&lt;br /&gt;ou know the hurt you've caused, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know that the things you did were unforgivable.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know very well, that i'm not gonna forgive you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;if you didn't know, now you do...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we share nothing in common except a class and a past,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;those have been behind, put into some corner of my mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;never wanted to be brought out anymore,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i don't trust you anymore, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you broke the glass, and nothing you do can mend the crack that'll always be there in the reflection&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the things happened, i really wished you'd listen to Angela Zhang's Bu Xiang Dong De...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;it sort of soothes my heart coz' it really sort of reflected how i felt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;an excerpt of the song goes like this:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the world unknowingly changes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;i sometimes miss the old me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;i don't wanna say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;i don't wanna know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;i guess those are my thoughts on you..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;if we were meant to be friends, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might accept you later,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;i don't know how long it will take me to forgive u,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;but when the time comes, you will know it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 165, 0);"&gt;until then, this is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;jOyCe&lt;/span&gt; signing out at 12.17am, 16th May  2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 165, 0);"&gt;BirthdaY SHOUTOUT to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 165, 0);"&gt;my granddaughter 孙女&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 165, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Stephanie Wong Lai Teng&lt;br /&gt;Happy 20th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/S-7Ka8il-XI/AAAAAAAAAR0/L9MMKlhMgug/s1600/25219_382300540974_632400974_3950453_6156721_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/S-7Ka8il-XI/AAAAAAAAAR0/L9MMKlhMgug/s200/25219_382300540974_632400974_3950453_6156721_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471533161578363250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/11479974-331262376229589199?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/331262376229589199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=331262376229589199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/331262376229589199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/331262376229589199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2010/05/of-holidays-internship-and-my-thoughts.html' title='of holidays, internship and my thoughts'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/S-7Ka8il-XI/AAAAAAAAAR0/L9MMKlhMgug/s72-c/25219_382300540974_632400974_3950453_6156721_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-7133171839005163315</id><published>2010-04-27T23:25:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T01:24:21.094+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vents'/><title type='text'>i won't be influenced by nonsense i tell u...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 228, 196);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;things going on my mind :&lt;br /&gt;wtf?!&lt;br /&gt;exams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;okay, my blog has recently became a place i vent, i apologize but to read or not, is your choice, it's here for me to:&lt;br /&gt;1. vent&lt;br /&gt;2. remind me why i behave a certain way/why don't like/like something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the issue before this is sorta solved, here's another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here goes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Facebook Wars :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;it all started when the TVP1 filler marks came out, which was on sunday morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;let me quote, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;"玩针对，卑鄙小人。维护自己的gang，这种叫朋友？我呸！有没有都罢！！！"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;loosely translated, it means "cunning ppl, protecting their own gang, this is what you call friends? got or not oso i don't care"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;mind you this was posted right after the marks were out, at first, i didn't think of it much, then when i saw the conversation below it, she claims her marks were not fair, that she thinks we're protecting our own friends by giving low marks to others and to our own friends(or what she likes to call it, GANGS) higher marks, feels like f'ing us, and that we collaborate to give other outsiders low marks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i replied:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;xcuse me, bitch! pls think of what you've   contributed to the group before saying that we joint together to give   you low marks!! 反省一下你自己有付出过什么! I gave marks according to what I  observed,  if you're not satisfied, go eat shit larr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;then she said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span&gt;mother of bitches !!!  双面人！我呸事你！好像废人酱坐在那边，这叫contributions?我晕！有车&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;就是contributions?  载人就是contributions?我呸！！！车油钱又不是只有你们出！i dont expect 2 b in d same group as u  guys anymore, anyway. so, i dont k. besides, plz x tell me dat u x have  gengs in dat group or u guys give marks fairly, like I've no eyes. i  knw im jz an outsider, so &lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;im x surprised ur 'gengs' give ur own members  high2 marks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;translation, "double faced person, i look down on you. sitting at the side like a useless is called contributions? got car means contributions? driving people means contributions? the petrol money wasn't only paid by you all etc."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;my rationale :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;look, everyone had a chance to hold the video camera, did you take? did you use any of your energy to contribute anything to this assignment? did you suggest any ideas? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;true that got car doesn't mean contribution, but have you thought the drivers need a lot of energy and concentration to even drive you at midnight to the shooting location? all you did was sleep... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;it's also true that i din pay all the petrol money but have you thought of the wear and tear of my baby 9948? having to go full load with 5 ppl in the car is very tiring for him, if you say it so easily, i'd rather pay you to drive us there, how about that? i'm not making a cent out of driving you all there you know, don't say it as if your money is very big...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;besides, the first reason you came to our group is because YOU didn't have a group, YOUR OWN tutorial group didn't even wanna accept you, can you imagine what sort of troubles you have caused them to make them have such bad impression over you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;yes, our group is the main foundation of the group, but i gave marks according to what i've seen, and mind you, ckm gave marks very high for everyone for this assignment, you got low marks because others didn't see you work, even the person with the lowest marks isn't complaining, how dare you! and how dare you scold him, he's just trying to help... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;the marks were given  collectively, don't blame it on ME that you've gotten low marks, what  about the other 7? if they too gave u such low marks, i think you have  to really sit down quietly to think of why they gave you low marks,  isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;and also, NO ONE treated you as a friend.. i'm sure i didn't...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;and then, NO ONE came to us to ask if the editting was done, or whether we needed help, or whether we needed some songs or whatever, everything we did by ourselves, even the idea was brought up by OUR own member... even the day we handed up the filler, NO ONE asked if it was done or anything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;and the location's permission was applied by me, without the approval, i don't think the scene would be that nice, but then again, you weren't there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;without car, you would need to walk to the location don't you, don't tell me u didn't sit in anyone's car, and you, having to have people sending you home all the way back, all the petrol was paid by the production to send you home, like i said, you could've stayed at my place...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;without my network, do u even think u'd be able to have such professional talents? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;heck, don't you even dare to complain when all you did was nothing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;then i replied &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;look who's talking, it takes a 'mother of  bitches' to know one.. but hey, without us, u're nothing! without you,  we're still able to do everything... end of story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="UIStory_Message"&gt;most of the time, people are blinded by their  own mistakes. to be able to have done so much for the production, is  something that I could be proud of, because at the end of the day, I  benefitted from the whole assignment, I've learnt A LOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;then she started showing me the middle finger thru her profile picture,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;hey you, when i first started to show the middle finger, you were still too young to even understand the word "fuck"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;true enough, without you, we can still do everything, without us, you don't even have a single mark...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;when i needed some1's help to do something, no one offered a hand, everyone only sat at the sidelines, in the end, I had to do it myself, i don't mind doing more, like i said, i learnt a lot thru all these, but don't pretend like you've done a lot, when your biggest 'contribution' was looking after the primary school tony, Yi Jun... all the other casts were casted by me, i don't know if you wanted to sabo us or not, but you could've told me earlier to look for a back up if you knew your talent would be hesitant, lucky thing i asked for Gino's help, if not, you would've jeopardized the whole assignment...&lt;br /&gt;and i don't even know why i was cracking my head to try to put you into one of the positions in the credits so that you have more positions that shows your part, i should've just left you out to die, your talent was one of the smallest character needed, but yet, i had to be a nice person to put you as my assistant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;what could've been worst than not being in time for the call time? you were not there for half the day!! i know you live far, that is why i OFFERED my home for you to stay in for the production period, but NO, you had to go home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;oh, have you even offered to help in post production? as bad as the other 3 were, they still came to school to offer help, even reeve came to overnight to help try and do the gun shot powder effect thing, where have you been?  you only came on the last day at the very last minute when we were exporting the thing, i'd rather you stay at home and don't take up the space in mac lab, you wanted to show the lecturer that you were there for the editting process izit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;we had another assignment to do, scriptwriting, so you only thought that YOU had to rush that only izit? so the rest of the people editting one no need to rush lar? moreover, whatever you've done is pure bullshit, i've never seen someone as dumb as you were writing malay and chinese in an english script, don't you know that ms. ash can't understand chinese? and then you threw everything to chi yee/kar mun for them to correct your mistakes until they die? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;bottom line is, if you're not happy with the marks, go complain to the lecturer lar.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;then i replied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;pls stop degrading yourself any further when  what you did was TOTALLY nothing... zero, nada, yilek, kosong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;she said : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="UIStory_Message"&gt;feel sorry 4 ur parents 4 having such kid...  feel sorry 4 ur siblings 4 having such sister... feel sorry 4 ur  relatives 4 having such cousin/niece... feel sorry 4 u 4 being in dis  world !!! muahahaha~ YA, u can continue barking over there. i will do  watever that makes me happy. ur barking wun stop me anyway!!! So, jz  f*** OFF !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;are you referring to yourself? my family is so proud to have a daughter/sister/cousin/niece who's in the dean's list for 2 times, what callie do you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;and also, red comm is a very reputable company, i don't know what company you were accepted for internship, but you're living in MALAYsia, if you don't mix well with them, you have no place to stand i'll tell you.... but then again, maybe your language is not good enough to be able to communicate with them, mayb that's why they didn't accept you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;so what if all the actors are malay, i'm glad to be given a chance to work with them, i already have a chinese celeb in my family... what do you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;oh btw, i didn't bark, maybe you were a dog, so u read human words as barks, pity you...&lt;br /&gt;oh, and have i said, you need to learn to work with other people, don't keep thinking you wanna do indi, nothing is indi i'll tell u.. if anything can do individually, go fuck yourself and make a baby out of it la... dumb ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;whatever you say, is your right, but i'll tell you that i did nothing wrong, i'm not afraid to stand up and say whatever i like, if you have the guts to look through your wrongs and admit your wrongs, i'm glad, but if you're that blind to not see your mistakes, i'm so sorry for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;if you're not satisfied with whatever i said, COME TALK TO ME FACE TO FACE and i'll slap you with all my rationale...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END OF STORY. PERIOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 165, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until then, this is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;jOyCe&lt;/span&gt; signing out at 12.47am, 28th April  2010&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/11479974-7133171839005163315?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/7133171839005163315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=7133171839005163315' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/7133171839005163315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/7133171839005163315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-wont-be-influenced-by-nonsense-i-tell.html' title='i won&apos;t be influenced by nonsense i tell u...'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-6968804613743252164</id><published>2010-04-19T21:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T21:55:16.350+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>i'm happy... NOT</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffe4c4;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things going on my mind :&lt;br /&gt;presentation&lt;br /&gt;assignment&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffb6c1;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i'm telling you i'm ok, i'm not... this is what i call looking at&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; the surface&lt;/span&gt;... OUR masterpiece, initially, CY's masterpiece, but when developed together, it became ours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our video is a huge success, thanks to the crew and talents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crew&lt;br /&gt;KM Cheah&lt;br /&gt;CY Choon&lt;br /&gt;AL Goh&lt;br /&gt;JKW Lee&lt;br /&gt;YC Leong&lt;br /&gt;SLC Pang&lt;br /&gt;JY Tan&lt;br /&gt;V Vengiteson&lt;br /&gt;SY Wong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Talents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EJ Sim&lt;br /&gt;GSL Cheah&lt;br /&gt;YJ Ng&lt;br /&gt;KM Saw&lt;br /&gt;MH Lee&lt;br /&gt;RCS Kew&lt;br /&gt;STS Yeoh&lt;br /&gt;KW Lim&lt;br /&gt;CL Yap&lt;br /&gt;KJ Tan&lt;br /&gt;SMK Boo&lt;br /&gt;CK Mok&lt;br /&gt;SN Tan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;something terribly wrong happened yesterday during the celebration dinner.. it made my night all the worst... till the very next morning, today... i'm still not happy... but like dad said, i should learn how to be open, be forgiving, don't worry too much... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I have no idea what went into them yesterday.. after doing so much, i was being brushed off... after reserving seats i was being scolded, after calling and asking when they will be here so that we can prepare the pot for them i was being shut out... if you thought i was so frustrating, let me tell u that i was only CARING! wondering if you've caught in a jam or what or have you lost your way etc. if you think i was frustrating, i'll care less from now on, happy?! and i've already mentioned earlier that I've reserved 7pm... i went early coz' YOU told me if we don't go earlier and reach in time, our reservation would be canceled. i only said my table here are ALMOST full, because my talents ARE saying that they're almost full... Initially, KM and I don't fell like eating 1st since u all were still not here, but not wanting our talents to wait, we ask them to start 1st... what's with you all? I don't appreciated all these segregating everything... YOU THINK I WANTED IT TO BE LIKE THAT?! you think I'm not hurt by ALL YOUR WORDS.. you think my heart is cold and made of stone? i'm weak on the inside, no one knows what happened behind closed doors, no one notices that i feel like crap... no one cares for someone who's quiet izit?! or were u all so terribly having fun that you've forgot to look at the sidelines? or did i spoil your mood once i came in the door? WHAT HAVE I DONE TO DESERVE THIS? TELL ME?!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffa500;"&gt;i'll be my sad self until everything has subsided, this is &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;jOyCe&lt;/span&gt; signing out at 9.47pm, 19th April   2010&lt;/span&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/11479974-6968804613743252164?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/6968804613743252164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=6968804613743252164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/6968804613743252164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/6968804613743252164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-happy-not.html' title='i&apos;m happy... NOT'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-8340043663016926290</id><published>2010-03-15T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T22:17:44.495+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>what i think</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffe4c4;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things going on my mind :&lt;br /&gt;ASSIGNMENTS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffb6c1;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;this friend that i used to treasure a lot, is giving a lot of troubles saying that I don't spend enough time with her and she feels left out and all, and clearly stated that she wants a break from my friend and I, and then she says she wanna go out with us etc. I was so confused that finally, on her birthday 20th march, i wrote to her in a card everything i felt.. and that was it... the end of what could've been a good friendship...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;and this year, something similar happened again with another friend who claimed she's always the last friend that comes into consideration when it comes to grouping, in the end, she has to be the one left out and is afraid she wouldn't get into any good groups, some class politics happened and this time, it sorta involves the whole class, so in the end, we've sorta became enemies with part of the class.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;they were like such show offs saying that people could learn more in their group and not ours etc. Heck, I have better grades than they do! this time, I'm gonna soar, i don't care if it takes my sleep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;I'd say, go fuck off, i don't need them to live, but seeing them everyday for the rest of my 1 and a half years, it sucks~!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;i dunno what i've written, but basically it's what i have to say.. :D       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffb6c1;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffa500;"&gt;until then, this is &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;jOyCe&lt;/span&gt; signing out at 10.17pm(LIM EU RIANG!), 15th March 2010&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/11479974-8340043663016926290?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/8340043663016926290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=8340043663016926290' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/8340043663016926290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/8340043663016926290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-i-think.html' title='what i think'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-1860876393316129725</id><published>2010-01-26T20:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T21:32:30.321+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i bought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>hey, it's my first post for 2010, and it's gotta start on a sour note...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 228, 196);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things going on my mind :&lt;br /&gt;i feel cursed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ADVANCE WARNING!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;this post contains sad things that may/may not make you sour...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so 2010 is in for almost a month and i haven't felt the vibe to celebrate just yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why izit that everytime when we need more members for a group assignment, we HAVE to be the ones in the last group that &lt;del&gt;almost&lt;/del&gt; no one wants to join? and then we have to be left with out casts AGAIN for EVERY FKING assignment that needs more than 5 ppl.. i hate this, i really do... where's MY attraction gone to? have I done anything that no one likes? i don't know, i'd be happier if the assignments needed only 5 members.. and because of this matter, it has cost us a friendship, that we didn't wanna end.. i guess i'd wanna end here.. i'm just not done being angry at her, but what's the use, what's done is done and logically, she wasn't wrong, but friendship wise, i have the right to despise her.. as taken from CY.. but then again, who isn't selfish in this challenging world? it's the survival of the fittest right? you have the right to choose some group that may give you marks, but who says we can't? hell, we may even be better... :P sometimes i really miss my Foundation babes... they make me feel safe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time around, there's like 6 damn subjects and I'm like gonna be so dead by the end of the semester and not to mention internship next sem that the advisor haven't briefed us yet.. I'm really looking forward to Red Comm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw a senior with his partner today.. OMG.. it was such a coincidence, funny things happened there, and then the possibility of me seeing them both together? nil% .. today was really classic.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and may i mention, my TVP1 lecturer, Mr. Luqman's wife unfortunately lost her life in an accident, i felt sympathy for him and his young daughter... i really do.. my deepest condolences to him and his family and friends.. *a moment of silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;on a happier note :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Film Club has organised a very successful event, Tiger WooHoo's sharing session with Director Chiu, Jack Lim, Yoke and Bernard Hiew... the turnout was close to 260 students... safe to say that all the sweat put in was worth it.. Special thx to Edmond for giving us the opportunity and all the people who helped out in arranging the chairs etc and for supporting this event.. If you haven't watched it, do TRY to get a chance to watch it, it has raved good reviews from almost all movie-goers.. oh, and it's still hot selling in the cinemas, after it's first screening in 14th January 2010, with people complaining that there's no seats avail for booking or purchase.. and btw, it's the first malaysian made heartwarming CNY movie... guarantee u'll laugh until the end of the credits, i know i did.. :DDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;tried Shisha after celebrating Ling's early 21st bday in Cipolla Bangsar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;bought a must have shoe in my list from Nose and i uber love it.. it's like front zip  criss-cross heels and they're quite comfy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to Prabha's 21st birthday celebration in Envie which i broke a glass, with my own head..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met with twins and Thivy before my Uni re-opened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met with Ageetha, my 10 years long lost friend who's in BC Y2S1 after 2 yrs in TARC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also met with Joey from SMKB, joining Foundation leading to Corporate Comm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps : some part of this post got missing somehow, i tried typing whatever i remember... :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 165, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until then, this is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;jOyCe&lt;/span&gt; signing out at 9.27pm, 26th January  2010&lt;/span&gt;&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/11479974-1860876393316129725?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/1860876393316129725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=1860876393316129725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/1860876393316129725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/1860876393316129725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2010/01/hey-its-my-first-post-for-2010-and-its.html' title='hey, it&apos;s my first post for 2010, and it&apos;s gotta start on a sour note...'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' 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usher the new year yet... i'm not ready for it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were a lot of 'first-times' this year, will list them down, may not be everything, but they're the things i currently remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update: first time not eating for the WHOLE day.. more than 24 hours if i remember it correctly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time going out till 4-5 am in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time yum cha until 4-5 am in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time feeling so overwhelmed with the amount of catching up i had to do with so many friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time going out to catch up(never used to) with SOOO many friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time really stayed overnite at a friend's house to finish assignment, had fun nevertheless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time went on plane by myself with friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time went to east malaysia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time stayed at a friend's until 10am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time a relative passed away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time seeing the whole cremation ceremony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time drive to Ipoh in my baby 9948&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time drive 170km/h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time clubbing in KL(with Thiv, with UTAR friends)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time went to concert (Lee Hom's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time went somewhere just to see a celebrity (Min Ho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time saw 2 popular people in 1 day (Que Haidar + Joyce Wong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time being a producer(the end-product may have sucked, but the process was rewarding and fun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time felt so useful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time this blog is updated that frequently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time getting contact lenses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time maxed out credit card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time getting so much angpau money for birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time buying tickets for concert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time bought a refillable diary/note book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time got a pedicure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time got bitten  by fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time(and only time) getting driver's license&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time used a DSLR(and loved it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time drive to KL at nite to help a friend in photography assignment(which got low marks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time typing things like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 165, 0);"&gt;until then, this is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;jOyCe&lt;/span&gt; signing out at 2.47am, the last day of 2009&lt;/span&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/11479974-426703336979311942?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/426703336979311942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=426703336979311942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/426703336979311942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/426703336979311942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2009/12/of-2009-and-first-times.html' title='of 2009 and first-times...'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffb6c1;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;so true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffa500;"&gt;until then, this is &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;jOyCe&lt;/span&gt; signing out at 10.37pm, 25th December  2009&lt;/span&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/11479974-7585506438246186092?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/7585506438246186092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=7585506438246186092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/7585506438246186092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/7585506438246186092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-true.html' title=''/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SzTOF12fDkI/AAAAAAAAARs/zwBgKYSop1U/s72-c/DSC00577.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-776877080854680017</id><published>2009-12-25T20:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T20:53:15.317+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>oh, the headache</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 228, 196);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things going on my mind :&lt;br /&gt;Lee Hom's Heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;fantasies&lt;br /&gt;plans&lt;br /&gt;internship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;surrently listening to Leehom's song, so much memories flooding in about this year, and it's gonna end in 6 days.. i don't know about u, but my year has been filled with ups and downs... too much to mention... but i feel sad to leave 2009, coz' imma be 21 in 2010.. i feel damn old being 20 d..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will post about my birthday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now, i'm worrying about my internship.. i don't wanna go 8TV coz' i dun wan ppl to think i'm going in because of family relationship, but if i'm really given a bad company, should i consider? or should I just go in for an interview anyway? my top 3 placements would be Red Comm, Astro, and Popiah.. next in line, Grand Brilliance and 8TV... I know those are top places but that's y goals must be set high, but then again, if i fail, i fall harder... next sem will be a super-duper hectic one, i don't even know if I've got enough time to go interview.. oh, please let me make it through black and white if not with flying colours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it's been so long that I haven't posted about my holidays back in Oct, trust me, i'm working on it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 165, 0);"&gt;until then, this is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;jOyCe&lt;/span&gt; signing out at 8.57pm, 25th December  2009&lt;/span&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/11479974-776877080854680017?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/776877080854680017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=776877080854680017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/776877080854680017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/776877080854680017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2009/12/things-going-on-my-mind-lee-homs.html' title='oh, the headache'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-6308244556071266896</id><published>2009-12-11T21:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T22:03:25.492+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>Departure of an uncle</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 228, 196);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things going on my mind :&lt;br /&gt;FINALS tomoro... progress 0%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;my uncle officially departed on 9th Dec @ 2.45pm... after havin stayed at my place for 1 year due to lung cancer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;initially i din felt anything.. but when the cremation time came, i cried like nobody's biz.. i was wondering why i'd cry like that... dunno, guess it was sad that i'd never see him again, memories came flooding by and the tears came rolling down, it was as if it was burning the memories as well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;it sucks to be the juniors, my knees screamed when we did repetitive kneeling and praying during the prayers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;on the other hand, the cremation process was quite advanced, i'd have thought that ppl would manually push the coffin in and start the fire like an oven, but wat i saw today is like a coffin conveyor belt.. like passing through a security check conveyor belt sort of thing, the doors were opened, it was pushed in by a touch of a button(maybe a few) the doors then closed, another touch of the button and 3 more last respects paid, the burning began, u can't exactly hear sounds of burning body or anything, there was just sounds of burning i guess, it kinda sounded like the cooking hood working.. collection of ashes is tomoro, which mum, aunts and cousins will do the honour of spreading it into the sea.. exam's tomoro, can't go, which is another sad thing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;it was really an eye-opener..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 165, 0);"&gt;until then, this is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;jOyCe&lt;/span&gt; signing out at 9.57pm ,  11th Dec 2009&lt;/span&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/11479974-6308244556071266896?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/6308244556071266896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=6308244556071266896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/6308244556071266896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/6308244556071266896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2009/12/departure-of-uncle.html' title='Departure of an uncle'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-7084752479043000535</id><published>2009-12-06T22:32:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T10:53:49.346+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3 AnVils'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>It's coming to an end...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 228, 196);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;things going on my mind :&lt;br /&gt;A-Mei's Yong Gan&lt;br /&gt;what to do for my birthday?&lt;br /&gt;THIV'S BACK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;so much happening, and it's coming coming to an end, 2009 i mean..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, i'd like to highlight major things that happened this year,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;let's start with 3 AnVils splitting up..&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read more here (there's not gonna be much, but at least there are photos) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" href="http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2009/03/trip-down-memory-lane.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the break up&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we don't talk, but i guess if anything came up, my door will still be opened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;had another big tumble when we accepted S as our group member, which eventually resulted in the tumble of our assignment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the departure of my friends to Aus &amp;amp; NZ to study, something, i'd wish i had, but am now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;contented with what i've got, now they're back, what perfect timing! I MISSED YOU GUYS!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;leads to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;a brighter note,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found true friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for holidays with those true friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went clubbing with them too...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;might have gotten messed up marks for THE assignment, but at least we had fun doing it through all those midnights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;then there was my 19th year.. was a well spent year i guess...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;so bummed that it's coming to an end... my TEENS are gone! i feel old already K.. pls let me emo a while... gonna live my last TEENs day at Library, no, not the UTAR one or the ones with REAL books, the place for drinking at e@Curve... Uni friends has got me booked for 14th to go there, FINALLY get to drink my Hoedaarden, just found out I've been pronouncing it wrongly, it's HOO-garden.. not Hoe... shall treat them to a pint and maybe try Stella Artois (Are-twa)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;kinda sucks that my birthday ends almost the same with the YEAR.. damn bummed k.. my last Y2 semester will end next year May, internship's next.. den FY.. den work!! arr... good times past so fast!! i want my youth.. but if the world is coming to an end in 21.12.2012, at least I get to celebrate my 23rd and last birthday b4 we all die.. or not, depends on whether some1 would be kind enough to spare me 1 billion euros to board the arc..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;that day 28th Nov, was quite a lucky day for me, i had class, after class, went to cold storage, bought some stuffs and wanted to put in car, saw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" href="http://www.kinkybluefairy.net/" target="_blank"&gt;Joyce Wong&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; at one of the DVD stores at the entrance of Cold Storage, went to Curve's RedBox for a session for Shin Nee's birthday! den sent them home and picked mum from work, den sped off to Curve AGAIN for Niy's 20th at TGIF, i thought I was late, mana tau I was early a slight bit, kata 8pm, 9pm only they were there.. anyways, back to the lucky part.. as we sat, we were all hungry, so menus took all the space my eyes could see, after we ordered and settled down, at the corner of my eye, i saw a guy holding his baby, this guy with ponytail was actually &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Que-Haidar/49598529902" target="_blank"&gt;Que Haidar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, one of my favourite Malay actors, loved his acting in Cinta, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;del style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;also one of  &lt;/del&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;my favourite movies made in Malaysia... enough to be said i was smitten and saw much of him.. smoking, his wife Linda is really pretty.. such cute daughters as well... that was quite a day for me.... btw.i was also stuffed over the brim that day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 165, 0);"&gt;until then, this is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;jOyCe&lt;/span&gt; signing out at 11.27pm(thinesh's birthday), 6th December  2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: so what if you have a celeb in your group, didn't it suck that day when they weren't there? such a disappointment, remind me why i wanted to talk to her again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Birthday Shout Outs to :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Zat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Happy 20th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SxvNDva5NmI/AAAAAAAAARc/oQlO55fFxQ4/s1600-h/9626_139977444960_564929960_2489131_5272298_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SxvNDva5NmI/AAAAAAAAARc/oQlO55fFxQ4/s200/9626_139977444960_564929960_2489131_5272298_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412144841368352354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Shin Nee, Happy 21st...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SxvND3Jc9BI/AAAAAAAAARk/FcqNCMhSo0E/s1600-h/5976_1186556985159_1265337498_530677_7597055_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SxvND3Jc9BI/AAAAAAAAARk/FcqNCMhSo0E/s200/5976_1186556985159_1265337498_530677_7597055_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412144843442680850" 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/11479974-7084752479043000535?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/7084752479043000535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=7084752479043000535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/7084752479043000535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/7084752479043000535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-coming-to-end.html' title='It&apos;s coming to an end...'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SxvNDva5NmI/AAAAAAAAARc/oQlO55fFxQ4/s72-c/9626_139977444960_564929960_2489131_5272298_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-4979435835717378328</id><published>2009-11-30T20:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T07:41:30.548+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>one of those days</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 228, 196);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things going on my mind :&lt;br /&gt;a flash of lightning just struck!&lt;br /&gt;i hate my home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of those days which i feel absolutely useless and hopeless etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i honestly don't find a reason why i need to help some1 who's dying as a consequence of his doings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel bad, but i also feel that I'm right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did my presentation, both persuasive and demo, i hated myself, but i guess it was alright...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomoro's my presentation AGAIN, SOLO, about Multimedia Design&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not anti-social, we've not talked for so long that I don't even know what to talk about anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starting to wonder if i'm becoming anti-social, I do socialize but maybe I just don't familize?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a plan for my birthday, i feel dull!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can someone get me outta here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 165, 0);"&gt;until then, this is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;jOyCe&lt;/span&gt; signing out at 8.17pm , 30th November  2009&lt;/span&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/11479974-4979435835717378328?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/4979435835717378328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=4979435835717378328' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/4979435835717378328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/4979435835717378328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-of-those-days.html' title='one of those days'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-7761635714250038694</id><published>2009-11-11T22:22:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T23:35:08.902+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i did'/><title type='text'>one of the things i did since the short semester started</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;clubbing in Envy @ Solaris Mont Kiara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(250, 128, 114);"&gt;first time doing it alone in KL with none experienced ppl... :)&lt;br /&gt;irony was that i was the youngest of the six ppl group but was the one who did the rsvp and got us a bottle of smirnoff(thx to Daniel AuYong, cute guy i must say)&lt;br /&gt;the environment is not bad, it's actually quite nice OUTSIDE, but we were inside, first we were greeted with a table downstairs to our choice, we moved 3 times.. from front to back to UPSTAIRS, there was Wii upstairs and honestly, it was the only thing that was the highlight besides DVJ G-mix's mixes.. which was a lil' disappointing considering the one on the website was the bomb!&lt;br /&gt;crowd was a little too old for us girls... plus point is that it wasn't that crowded, we literally had the whole upstairs to ourselves, dancing to whatever we like, lying on the huge ass sofas, playing Wii, drinking, 'personal' toilet(which i accidentally knocked on some1 else's door looking for Kar Mun,such an embarrassment i know, mind u i wasn't drunk, just thought there wasn't anyone else, i was so irritating coz' i was knocking and knocking non-stop till the door opened*flushes red*), and somewhat personal personnel to attend to our drinking needs upstairs... all in all, it wasn't quite as I expected, but i enjoyed it, till' the last drop..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SvrN1BaS_LI/AAAAAAAAAQk/lxBPLw4p4sI/s1600-h/P1100085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SvrN1BaS_LI/AAAAAAAAAQk/lxBPLw4p4sI/s200/P1100085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402857013779823794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SvrQeZ8BWDI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/sXR9_jgZuFU/s1600-h/P1100094xsmall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SvrQeZ8BWDI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/sXR9_jgZuFU/s200/P1100094xsmall.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402859923761616946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SvrN1ls71SI/AAAAAAAAAQs/iDsKm9qTsDk/s1600-h/P1100089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SvrN1ls71SI/AAAAAAAAAQs/iDsKm9qTsDk/s200/P1100089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402857023521674530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SvrNz_D89HI/AAAAAAAAAQM/FDx5b6Pu20M/s1600-h/DSC07712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SvrNz_D89HI/AAAAAAAAAQM/FDx5b6Pu20M/s200/DSC07712.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402856995969365106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SvrN0sTB9II/AAAAAAAAAQc/Hghpme0mRQg/s1600-h/DSC07775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SvrN0sTB9II/AAAAAAAAAQc/Hghpme0mRQg/s200/DSC07775.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402857008112202882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SvrN0VEsTWI/AAAAAAAAAQU/2AHxWstB3wU/s1600-h/DSC07769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SvrN0VEsTWI/AAAAAAAAAQU/2AHxWstB3wU/s200/DSC07769.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402857001878048098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SvrQe5ltgRI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/TjvInrz44Gg/s1600-h/P1100377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SvrQe5ltgRI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/TjvInrz44Gg/s200/P1100377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402859932257976594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;louise and her record&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SvrQflGQdJI/AAAAAAAAARM/SuMSO9beUCA/s1600-h/P1100379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SvrQflGQdJI/AAAAAAAAARM/SuMSO9beUCA/s200/P1100379.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402859943937209490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SvrQfUne2FI/AAAAAAAAARE/28SSdC0ot_U/s1600-h/P1100378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SvrQfUne2FI/AAAAAAAAARE/28SSdC0ot_U/s200/P1100378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402859939513161810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SvrQgMae97I/AAAAAAAAARU/17VX4_k1TTE/s1600-h/P1100382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SvrQgMae97I/AAAAAAAAARU/17VX4_k1TTE/s200/P1100382.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402859954491029426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;the blurred picture was thanks to the almost KO camerawoman, CY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(250, 128, 114);"&gt;after which we went to Bestari for sobering up which we noticed Kar Mun was a bit on the high side with her manja-fied laugh, and Chi Yee was going to KO after we had food. She wanted to sleep in the car, and when we were back, she prepared herself for a good &lt;del&gt;nite&lt;/del&gt; day's sleep. She always said that she has trouble sleeping anywhere other than her own bed, but after alco, she KOed until the next morning, almost in the same position, i knew coz' i slept at 4am and woke at 7am to fetch my mum to work, which i then went back to Kar Mun's hse and flopped back to bed till' 12pm or so... was impressed that i wasn't drunk, i even drove them back... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(250, 128, 114);"&gt;wonder what's my limit till i go KO, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(250, 128, 114);"&gt;luckily there wasn't any road-blocks...  mission accomplished!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 165, 0);"&gt;until then, this is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;jOyCe&lt;/span&gt; signing out at 10.47pm, 11th November  2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479974-7761635714250038694?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/7761635714250038694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=7761635714250038694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/7761635714250038694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/7761635714250038694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-of-things-i-did-since-short.html' title='one of the things i did since the short semester started'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SvrN1BaS_LI/AAAAAAAAAQk/lxBPLw4p4sI/s72-c/P1100085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-3088263648478315638</id><published>2009-11-11T22:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T22:08:39.915+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weirds'/><title type='text'>one of the many reasons i hate myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 228, 196);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things going on my mind :&lt;br /&gt;2012!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;why do i have so many friends i've not met for so long?&lt;br /&gt;i USED to be THIS anti-social, and i swore i will not continue being like this!&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i am such a controller of myself,&lt;br /&gt;such a perfectionist wannabe,&lt;br /&gt;such a sucker at determination&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i guess i'm just embarassed that i've put on weight and thus, my laziness&lt;br /&gt;who cares anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 165, 0);"&gt;until then, this is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;jOyCe&lt;/span&gt; signing out at 10.07,  11th November 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry about the delay on the Holiday post, will post sooner OR later...&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/11479974-3088263648478315638?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/3088263648478315638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=3088263648478315638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/3088263648478315638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/3088263648478315638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-of-many-reasons-i-hate-myself.html' title='one of the many reasons i hate myself'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-6386678198984057821</id><published>2009-11-08T22:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T23:06:21.832+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irony'/><title type='text'>another one of my fantasies</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffe4c4;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things going on my mind :&lt;br /&gt;photos&lt;br /&gt;speech&lt;br /&gt;photoshop&lt;br /&gt;proposal&lt;br /&gt;damn.. tat's a lot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffb6c1;"&gt;just went to see S.H.E. in my second home, 1U... got very close to the stage... took 700+ photos, of course a lot were blur... it was better than Lee Min Ho's... not tat crowded, only hot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;in relation to the subject,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;have always fantasized about being the perfect show-biz's centre of attention,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;being a model, singer and actress... all in one... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;but then again... i'd be dead if I actually am an all-in-one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffa500;"&gt;until then, this is &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;jOyCe&lt;/span&gt; signing out at 11.07pm,  8th November 2009&lt;/span&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/11479974-6386678198984057821?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/6386678198984057821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=6386678198984057821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/6386678198984057821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/6386678198984057821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2009/11/another-one-of-my-fantasies.html' title='another one of my fantasies'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-6413674203921146854</id><published>2009-11-06T18:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T18:40:57.755+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i bought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 228, 196);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things going on my mind :&lt;br /&gt;my bajuuuuu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;urrgghhh... will always check clothes i buy from now on!!&lt;br /&gt;just bought a lovely &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;white button up shirt&lt;/span&gt; that's got a yellow blotch mark somewhere near the stomach... totally din notice and not exchangeable!! damn pissed now.. thx to WH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 165, 0);"&gt;until then, this is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;jOyCe&lt;/span&gt; signing out at 6.47pm,  6th November 2009&lt;/span&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/11479974-6413674203921146854?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/6413674203921146854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=6413674203921146854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/6413674203921146854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/6413674203921146854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2009/11/things-going-on-my-mind-urrgghhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-1019354906813000684</id><published>2009-11-06T18:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T18:32:20.860+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>i'll never understand myself...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffe4c4;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things going on my mind :&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if i can make it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffb6c1;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;rationale : if she change, i can still accept her, vice versa, but how sure am i what she's talking about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;heart : say yes, just say it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;i'll never understand myself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffa500;"&gt;until then, this is &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;jOyCe&lt;/span&gt; signing out at 6.37pm,  6th November 2009&lt;/span&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/11479974-1019354906813000684?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/1019354906813000684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=1019354906813000684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/1019354906813000684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/1019354906813000684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2009/11/ill-never-understand-myself.html' title='i&apos;ll never understand myself...'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-5372076709409130980</id><published>2009-11-04T21:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T22:01:06.564+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>sorry dearies</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffe4c4;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things going on my mind :&lt;br /&gt;what to do tomoro?&lt;br /&gt;something's wrong with my header picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffb6c1;"&gt;hey there.. sorry for such a long haul ever since I've been active for so long... just been lazy.. haha.. a lil' update of what happened for the past  half a month...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new semester started... it's super busy coz' 14 weeks of syllabus cramped into 7 weeks.. but nonetheless the timetable is alright.. at least for me.. u see.. we've got classes on monday 12-6, tuesday 12-3, wednesday 8-10, by right, it should've ended here.. but there's this irritating 4 hrs lecture on SATURDAY from 8-12... i'm ok coz' i'm local, imagine the dismay in my outstation friends.. damn sad k.. saturdays are supposed to be holidays! anyways.. things have been alright in class.. just that some people is not in class for quite sometime.. she went to hospital but i just hope to wish her the best for whatever reason she was admitted, we might have splitted ways, but we still WERE close friends once.. oh btw, we've got a new class rep, Sherilyn.. she's trying, but nothing beats Chi Yee... :) supposed to be Siew Ling, but she insisted she can't do it, so Sherilyn volunteered... OH AND BIG NEWS! Miss Malaysia 2008 is in my class... either for this sem only or so, it was very exciting and honoured to have her in the class at first, but after a while, it's no biggie.. after all, she's just a human, just prettier.. :) and we've also got public speaking subject this sem, talk about easy peasy.. but then again... i don't like speeches...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to see Lee Min Ho in Sg Wang for his Etude House Product launch... damn, he's cute~~~!! my 1st time going to such an event and must say... i almost died! ppl pushing like gila, and den ppl pushing their way out from the front were super sweaty and hot.. i stood like a tree.. so ppl were walking pass me slipping through... well.. it was nice.. but he was only there for like 30 mins, talk about being later than the Malaysians and showing up for such a short time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've yet to finish my holiday post.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffa500;"&gt;until then, this is &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;jOyCe&lt;/span&gt; signing out at 9.57pm, 4th November  2009&lt;/span&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/11479974-5372076709409130980?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/5372076709409130980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=5372076709409130980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/5372076709409130980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/5372076709409130980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2009/11/sorry-dearies.html' title='sorry dearies'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-6099003019305250446</id><published>2009-10-14T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T00:01:38.384+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>another sad plunge</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffe4c4;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things going on my mind :&lt;br /&gt;*knocks self on wall*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffb6c1;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;the Shoe Addict is officially in  sad state...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;exam results out, she doesn't feel well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;don't even know how to tell her dad... although he will not scold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;keeps telling herself :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;"i can make it through the rain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;i can stand up once again"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;i really hope i can...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;i really hope dean's list is still achieveable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;oh dearie me.. please help save my soul from devastation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;today, i'll go do my retail therapy and makan watever i like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;mum haven't said anything.. i told her, but haven't shown her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffa500;"&gt;until then, this is &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;jOyCe&lt;/span&gt; signing out at 12.07am, 15th October 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pangkor was fun.. will update soon about my sem break till yesterday...&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/11479974-6099003019305250446?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/6099003019305250446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=6099003019305250446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/6099003019305250446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/6099003019305250446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2009/10/another-sad-plunge.html' title='another sad plunge'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-2359059061356334572</id><published>2009-10-10T21:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T23:15:48.373+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Holidays are a bliss, they're meant to be...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 228, 196);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;things going on my mind :&lt;br /&gt;Perak, here i come...&lt;br /&gt;i ne&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 228, 196);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ed to start packing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;just a little update before i'm off to Perak tomoro, for holiday reasons of course...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Sibu was awesomeness! Met with very nice, playful, sweet people... lots of love to See Sing for lodging and introducing us to such ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;ce friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;s, honestly, her friends were either pretty or handsome, u have to see the real person to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;.. =) special thanks to See Sing, Zi Le, Eng Eng, Xiao Ma, Jimmy, Hui Lee(Ah Li), Hui Ping &amp;amp; bf back from Melbourne, Vincent(though din talk to him much, he was funny... =) more on next post....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;going to Pangkor tomoro via my babay 9948... :) please be at your best condition tomoro... going to ipoh for lunch before to sitiawan, sin yee's place, for the nite, and monday morning to pangkor, rain rain go away, come again another day... *plsplspls*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;results is coming out, not nervous just yet... i FELT like i can answer the questions, but i dunno... some ppl from other courses have failed and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;hat made me *touch index fingers together*... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;d*mb UTAR annouce due date for student bill but din post it up.. wtf? i have a feeling it'll be out when i come back from Pangkor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;baby got fixed for RM600+, rat sound gone, oil changed, door easy to open, alignment done, changed tyres, still need to repair rim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;s and cha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;nge timing belt next visit, thx to Kok Heng sifu, my bro's fren, my trusted mechanic =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;had myself pampered 2 days in a  row,  1st was at Colour Culture which i spent rm89 on a rejuvenating pedi, kinda regretted, should've just sticked to the basic or waited for nail parlour(had to wait for 1 and a half hours to get &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;a place, nail parlour does almost everything, and even better service, for HALF the price... nvm... once in a while pampering is good enough, went for a complimentary exfoliation spa a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;t Mary C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;hia today, bought myself another facial for future use for RM80, ori price RM180, use rm 100 cash voucher... plus, my mum can go for the same facial for free, as a trial... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;i shall stop now, otherwise ppl say very long, so dun wan read... ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 165, 0);"&gt;until then, this is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;jOyCe&lt;/span&gt; signing out at 10.o7pm,  10 October 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 165, 0);"&gt;ps : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 165, 0);"&gt;9/10Happy Belated Birthday to Carmen Chong Cha Boon(already wished u yesterday on FB)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/StCh2EB2MuI/AAAAAAAAAPs/axkDg9TcyZc/s1600-h/carmen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/StCh2EB2MuI/AAAAAAAAAPs/axkDg9TcyZc/s200/carmen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390986704128979682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 165, 0);"&gt;11/10Happy Birthday to my kor, Mark Lee Kah Meng tomoro! Call back, mum miss u...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/StCh3GCjLVI/AAAAAAAAAP8/1MfEZLn-Zy4/s1600-h/mark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/StCh3GCjLVI/AAAAAAAAAP8/1MfEZLn-Zy4/s200/mark.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390986721848667474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 165, 0);"&gt;12/10Happy Birthday to Louise Liew the director.. love u..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/StCh2lTgmgI/AAAAAAAAAP0/AsVffQ6j5bU/s1600-h/louise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/StCh2lTgmgI/AAAAAAAAAP0/AsVffQ6j5bU/s200/louise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390986713061431810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 165, 0);"&gt;12/10Happy Birthday to Vetekumari dear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/StCh3icnDnI/AAAAAAAAAQE/z0hV2HJXDRw/s1600-h/vetha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/StCh3icnDnI/AAAAAAAAAQE/z0hV2HJXDRw/s200/vetha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390986729474166386" 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/11479974-2359059061356334572?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/2359059061356334572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=2359059061356334572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/2359059061356334572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/2359059061356334572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2009/10/holidays-are-bliss-theyre-meant-to-be.html' title='Holidays are a bliss, they&apos;re meant to be...'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/StCh2EB2MuI/AAAAAAAAAPs/axkDg9TcyZc/s72-c/carmen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-5874108519257436312</id><published>2009-10-01T02:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T02:30:19.844+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>a lil' update before my busy holidays start</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffe4c4;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things going on my mind :&lt;br /&gt;hungry&lt;br /&gt;Cbu.. here i come&lt;br /&gt;what else did i pack less of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffb6c1;"&gt;i'm off to Sibu Sarawak in approx. 8 hours... and yet i'm not getting the sleep i need... basic nervousness i get whenever something i've planned for a long time is tomoro(rather today)... i'm finally getting the vacation i needed... kinda wondering what i've packed less of.. my last meal was approx. 5pm... so tat explains the huingry... as always, i wish i could pack my room there... i fucking can't find my old nokia charger and it sucks max coz' i really needed it! anyways... my luggage is big, but it's not that heavy.. love the travel bag i bought online from Lowyat.net user pewfy... was such a steal! anyways.. will update more when i come back... i'm FINALLY sleepy... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffa500;"&gt;until then, this is &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;jOyCe&lt;/span&gt; signing out at ,  2009&lt;/span&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/11479974-5874108519257436312?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/5874108519257436312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=5874108519257436312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/5874108519257436312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/5874108519257436312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2009/10/lil-update-before-my-busy-holidays.html' title='a lil&apos; update before my busy holidays start'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-5904578867173400405</id><published>2009-09-25T02:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T02:30:42.319+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shorties'/><title type='text'>Winning tastes GOOD!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffe4c4;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things going on my mind :&lt;br /&gt;sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffb6c1;"&gt;just finished a game of Monopoly on PC... damn, this has to be the best winning ever... die in doubles rolls, both on same corner of the board, the most expensive properties... most importantly, my properties...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sru6CdBNekI/AAAAAAAAAPk/kv2uT2xsS9U/s1600-h/Win+Monopoly.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sru6CdBNekI/AAAAAAAAAPk/kv2uT2xsS9U/s200/Win+Monopoly.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385102330763770434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffb6c1;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffa500;"&gt;until then, this is &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;jOyCe&lt;/span&gt; signing out at 2.37am,  25th September 2009(Arthur's Day, quit reminding me already!)&lt;/span&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/11479974-5904578867173400405?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/5904578867173400405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=5904578867173400405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/5904578867173400405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/5904578867173400405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2009/09/winning-tastes-good.html' title='Winning tastes GOOD!!'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sru6CdBNekI/AAAAAAAAAPk/kv2uT2xsS9U/s72-c/Win+Monopoly.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-2797452129393939817</id><published>2009-09-24T20:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T20:42:15.563+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Plastics...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 228, 196);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things going on my mind :&lt;br /&gt;i need shopping malls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;was just wondering how plastic surgery can alter a person's life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;if i was given the chance to do so, i would : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;get a nose job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;lipo suction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;breast augmentation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;get my teeth done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;get an eye-lid lift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;reduce my eye bags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;on the contrary , the risks are super high, and results may not be as what u've wanted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I'd rather be my own almost-perfect self...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 165, 0);"&gt;until then, this is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;jOyCe&lt;/span&gt; signing out at 08.37pm, 24th September  2009&lt;/span&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/11479974-2797452129393939817?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/2797452129393939817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=2797452129393939817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/2797452129393939817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/2797452129393939817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2009/09/plastics.html' title='Plastics...'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-8258452094301758418</id><published>2009-09-24T11:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T11:43:26.569+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>fantasizing</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffe4c4;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things going on my mind :&lt;br /&gt;BEP!!! i wanna go, but free seating sucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffb6c1;"&gt;i was just gazing and thinking... what would life be if I were a PERSONAL assistant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could get money for doing errands,&lt;br /&gt;live in a big house&lt;br /&gt;take care of my boss' schedule&lt;br /&gt;hanging on to all his accounts&lt;br /&gt;go to dinner galas and big events&lt;br /&gt;dress nicely&lt;br /&gt;drive my boss' car around&lt;br /&gt;best of all, no strings attached,&lt;br /&gt;i don't have to sleep with him, that is if he's not those type of people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on one condition : MY BOSS MUST HAVE NO CHILDREN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffa500;"&gt;until then, this is &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;jOyCe&lt;/span&gt; signing out at 11.47am , 24th September  2009&lt;/span&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/11479974-8258452094301758418?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/8258452094301758418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=8258452094301758418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/8258452094301758418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/8258452094301758418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2009/09/fantasizing.html' title='fantasizing'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-8272579704684642606</id><published>2009-09-22T20:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T20:40:35.254+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shorties'/><title type='text'>i need to study</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffe4c4;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things going on my min&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffe4c4;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;d :&lt;br /&gt;f u Joyce, pls study already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffb6c1;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to study!! just a reminder to my lazy,procrastinating self!&lt;br /&gt;got BC2 exam tomorrow... i wish i can excel after the fall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SrjFqn7wDtI/AAAAAAAAAPc/e1J7PIgTFCc/s1600-h/DSC00161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SrjFqn7wDtI/AAAAAAAAAPc/e1J7PIgTFCc/s200/DSC00161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384270690586201810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffb6c1;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffa500;"&gt;until then, this is &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;jOyCe&lt;/span&gt; signing out at 8.37pm, 22nd September  2009&lt;/span&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/11479974-8272579704684642606?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/8272579704684642606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=8272579704684642606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/8272579704684642606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/8272579704684642606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-need-to-study.html' title='i need to study'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SrjFqn7wDtI/AAAAAAAAAPc/e1J7PIgTFCc/s72-c/DSC00161.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-4608322397132278448</id><published>2009-09-19T11:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T12:09:47.644+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Raya Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 228, 196);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things going on my mind :&lt;br /&gt;Ling Hui!&lt;br /&gt;bathe&lt;br /&gt;in need of pasar malam&lt;br /&gt;hungry! kor, come faster!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;passed 2 papers since... Moral and Comm Theories and i gotta say... i hope i pass/or at least get a B... at least then i dun have to lose the chance of being in the dean's list...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Raya break now.. ppl going back hometown etc. gonna be jammed next tuesday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;talking about hometown, i bet a lot of my class mates are cursing UTAR's arrangement of timetable... guess what... mon-wed class, thurs &amp;amp; fri none, and saturday morning class... wtf?! gotta go talk with the lecturer about this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Pangkor trip is ON!!! deciding whose car to drive.. mine or chi yee's.. both us have car problems.. her's much serious.. mine juz needs a lil' bit of fixing.. most probably my car.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i need to save money... going to Sibu &amp;amp; Pangkor gonna drain my pocket empty... talking about tat, damn jealous when Helen said she got FIVE digit Angpau from her parents for her 21st! pffttt... when m i ever gonna get tat?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 165, 0);"&gt;until then, this is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;jOyCe&lt;/span&gt; signing out at 12.07pm, 19th September  2009&lt;/span&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/11479974-4608322397132278448?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/4608322397132278448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=4608322397132278448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/4608322397132278448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/4608322397132278448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2009/09/raya-break.html' title='Raya Break'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-1079074844868638432</id><published>2009-09-14T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T23:12:25.894+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adv'/><title type='text'>ADV : ShoppingLifestyle.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.shoppinglifestyle.com/microsite/200906_contest/index.asp?r=Kpzdf`mfflbixfj9:Aipunbjm/dpn" title="ShoppingLifestyle Magazine Readers' Contest: Win A Louis Vuitton Neverfull Bag"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.shoppinglifestyle.com/acta/resource/neverfull_150x220.jpg" alt="ShoppingLifestyle Magazine Readers' Contest: Win A Louis Vuitton Neverfull Bag" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffb6c1;"&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/11479974-1079074844868638432?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/1079074844868638432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=1079074844868638432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/1079074844868638432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/1079074844868638432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2009/09/adv-shoppinglifestylecom.html' title='ADV : ShoppingLifestyle.com'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-2735229056669764919</id><published>2009-09-14T22:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T22:38:43.047+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>things will be alright</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 228, 196);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things going on my mind :&lt;br /&gt;comm theories, i need to star!&lt;br /&gt;study group...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;i like this thing i wrote on my bestie's blog when she was unhappy :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;^^ the roads are never even, never smooth and never flat&lt;br /&gt;there are always ups and downs like mountains and seas...&lt;br /&gt;this may be the time where u're at rock bottom, heck i feel like i'm rock bottom too...&lt;br /&gt;but there's always a silver lining behind grey clouds, the sun will shine again, &amp;amp; i hope my friend too will shine like the sun again!&lt;br /&gt;aza aza fighting!! ('',)&lt;br /&gt;have some choc/ice cream/whatever that makes u happy! tell me what you need, i'll bring u some!&lt;br /&gt;cheers! ^^&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 165, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;a link to her blog post, click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvfxqfanemphanns.spaces.live.com/blog/cns%219B918AA91546D870%21938.entry#comment" target="_blank"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until then, this is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;jOyCe&lt;/span&gt; signing out at 10.37pm , 14th september 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: i dunno why i'm updating so often!&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/11479974-2735229056669764919?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/2735229056669764919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=2735229056669764919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/2735229056669764919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/2735229056669764919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2009/09/things-will-be-alright.html' title='things will be alright'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-6680843883152314955</id><published>2009-09-13T08:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T22:41:20.708+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 228, 196);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things going on my mind :&lt;br /&gt;lok lok and moon cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Happy or not is what you make of it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Birthday Shoutout to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.helenness-inc.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;Helen Chong YY @ Helenness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Happy 21st!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;i know u enjoyed it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sq5V_qL-iJI/AAAAAAAAAPU/tNxEAsFHK1w/s1600-h/helen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sq5V_qL-iJI/AAAAAAAAAPU/tNxEAsFHK1w/s320/helen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381333156898965650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 165, 0);"&gt;until then, this is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;jOyCe&lt;/span&gt; signing out at 8.07am, 13th September  2009&lt;/span&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/11479974-6680843883152314955?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/6680843883152314955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=6680843883152314955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/6680843883152314955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/6680843883152314955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2009/09/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sq5V_qL-iJI/AAAAAAAAAPU/tNxEAsFHK1w/s72-c/helen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-4825472476804697418</id><published>2009-09-11T21:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T22:00:18.839+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shorties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Die...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 228, 196);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things going on my mind :&lt;br /&gt;shit!&lt;br /&gt;moral, not yet read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;i totally screwed up my Adv Copy Writing paper today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;i also cut off my long thumb nail on my left hand.. damn sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;pls kill me already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;damn used to Nokia interface, having headache changing to SE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 165, 0);"&gt;until then, this is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;jOyCe&lt;/span&gt; signing out at 09.47pm , September 11  2009&lt;/span&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/11479974-4825472476804697418?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/4825472476804697418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=4825472476804697418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/4825472476804697418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/4825472476804697418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2009/09/die.html' title='Die...'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-306209396349452538</id><published>2009-09-09T17:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T21:51:30.415+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Decisions</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 228, 196);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things going on my mind :&lt;br /&gt;090909&lt;br /&gt;i wan my cup of coffee&lt;br /&gt;study! pls joyce pls pls pls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;i dunno... sometimes, some people need to learn how to cope with stress and learn that you can't have the best of both worlds ALL the time, you want something, u gotta let go of something, much like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;sacrifice&lt;/span&gt;, unless god lets you have both... a saying still lingers in my mind and it was Mdm Yap, my Form 4 &amp;amp; 5 English teacher said, "god give you something good, he'll take something back from you..." the art of give and take, except during those times, you dun get to choose what to give/take.. but when you're given the chance to choose, choose wisely... in life, a lot of things are made up of decisions, the decisions you make to sacrifice something for the end result that you want, the decision to study instead of working, the decision of what to wear(if you wear red, you can't wear it with pink can you?), a decision to buy a small thing that you din really need but wanted it anyway by using the money which you could've saved for something you need in the future... see... many things are made up of decisions, even little things that we do daily, like what to eat, what to drink, what to spend on, what to do with the day even... these are the little things that you decide that makes you who you are, who you want to be and who you eventually turn out to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wanted to let someone know... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;my decision is to study tomoro, no TV/videos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;del style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;(but i wanna watch my District 9)&lt;/del&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;, i'll be reachable through my cell and i'll be at tropicana city... ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;got my phone as an early birthday present... =) THANKS KOR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;also gt my Dream Machine... no more waking up late i hope... such a contradicting name for an alarm clock, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;trying to lose weight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;misses my friends, the old and the new... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;i f*cking dunno where my RM50 nail parlour voucher went!! i wanna cry ='(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;totally forgot to do something for a dear far away, already pass one sem d,  i keep seeing my target, but keep forgetting the mission... nvm.. i'll still be seeing him for the next year.... ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i need to start studying, been in the dean's list for too long now... the battle starts this Friday, they cut off one study day... :( goes on until 28th Sept, urgh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;i envy Kimberly(name shortened due to copyright infrigement.. haha ) ... yes i do.. she's so outgoing and smart (still on hold, she says if she's in dean's this sem , den i can call her smart)^^v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 165, 0);"&gt;until then, this is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;jOyCe&lt;/span&gt; signing out at 05.39 (i'll break the rule this time) ,  090909&lt;br /&gt;&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/11479974-306209396349452538?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/306209396349452538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=306209396349452538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/306209396349452538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/306209396349452538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2009/09/decisions.html' title='Decisions'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-7124032950179233800</id><published>2009-09-05T23:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T17:42:08.677+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>the end of yet another experience-ful semester</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 228, 196);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things going on my mind :&lt;br /&gt;*I don't want to, stay another minute,&lt;br /&gt;I don't want you, to say a single word,&lt;br /&gt;hush hush hush hush*&lt;br /&gt;PCD-Hush Hush&lt;br /&gt;exams, coffee, books&lt;br /&gt;things i've learned this semester&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;well, in a nutshell, i've really learned a lot the past semester... here's what:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;-how not to fully rely on some irresponsible people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;-how to be a producer, and how to be a better one next time =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;-how to handle the secretary position (was previously a secretary in Skuad Pengawas Sukan in SMKB, tat really opened my eye in a lot of battle of the chairpersons, now I'm d secretary for Film Club, kinda expected and this time, things are more... formal... no shortcuts etc. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;-how to listen and keep things in (which nearly killed me!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;-how some people are destined for greatness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;-how friendship become what they are...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;-how rivalry doesn't last long &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;-how important are talents' confirmation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;-how networking is very precious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;-how some old friends are so helpful, even if it's been so long since u've seen each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;-how to keep quiet when people don't wanna listen to u speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;-how to be confident in a production&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;-how to think of a problem from another perspective&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;-how some people can't change their habits/mindsets/thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;-how some people make me cringe having them sitting beside me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;-how not to judge a book by its cover AGAIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;-how important having your own car is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;-how to be humble and ask everyone, and i must say, this is the most important lesson i've learned from Xandria's book, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Don't be afraid to ask, the worst answer you can get is a NO!"&lt;/span&gt; i must learn to replace the quote with the "what will people think of me?" quote in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;-how people change when they are under stress (not the 1st time tho)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;-how to accept the fact that you have such groupmates (ones that don't help, ones that sabo, ones that make others so afraid that no one else wants to join your group)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;-how people will know your strengths and want to join your group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;-how assignments are so much stress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;-how some people are so choosy eventho they're not anyone great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;-how not looking at each other doesn't mean anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;-how rivalry is dumb and childish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;-how people think you're good when u're not chinese ed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;-how worrying about some1 else's happiness is of no use&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;-how i should learn from mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;-that i should not procrastinate (which i always fail)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;-how a headache can cost you everything you've planned for 2 weeks/more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;-how learning can turn to something else because you look at them so often&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;on another note outside UTAR life : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;-how it feels when people leave you on a jet plane and only to come back in 2 years time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;-how immune you feel towards people leaving when you've been to the airport so often you've forgotten how to cry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;-how watching movies alone is nice... =) dun worry, final destination is to be watched with friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;-how something small can make people cry (TV's farewell gift)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;-how much friendship means to me, even if they're a few thousand miles away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;-how i love rain, esp those morning ones... (that i NEVER get to sleep through)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;-how retail therapy works on me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;-how i maxed out my mum's card&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's pretty much about it that i can' remember, i may remember some that i'll add later, that is if i remember.. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 165, 0);"&gt;until then, this is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;jOyCe&lt;/span&gt; signing out at 12.07am, 6th sePteMber  2009&lt;/span&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/11479974-7124032950179233800?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/7124032950179233800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=7124032950179233800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/7124032950179233800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/7124032950179233800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2009/09/end-of-yet-another-experience-ful.html' title='the end of yet another experience-ful semester'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-2734427202097171435</id><published>2009-08-28T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T23:32:44.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>forgetful bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffe4c4;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things going on my mind :&lt;br /&gt;i had something on my mind to put in here,&lt;br /&gt;but i just totally-randomly forgot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffb6c1;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;i've been pretty forgetful these days, i've even forgot what i wanted to write here.... been so forgetful that i kept thinking today is saturday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;i feel a tad bit empty nowadays, i have nothing to stress about, and nothing to talk about, most importantly, i feel like i'm going to lose a friend, i dunno... maybe i'm just being paranoid, shit, reminds me of some1 doesn't it? sorry, talking to myself is one of the symptoms of this emptiness feeling inside me, ever had that? ALWAYS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffb6c1;"&gt;anyways, one of the days during editing, me, cy, km n julian+heman+hui hsing+gf went out for a murni session, it was nice hanging out with them, julian is anticipating a collaboration with me, he's spotted a few talented ppl in d class and hopes we can work together or something, i'm flattered but wonders what he sees in me... :\ haha, anyways,&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; exams is around d corner, i need to buckle up or else goes my dean's list!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;dad says it's alright... most importantly, dad says not to worry too much... it was not my fault that i got such group mates, i can't control things that're out of my hands.. me misses makan with daddy.. haha.. the little things he does for me! :) me loves daddy.. i feel like a kid now... in my dad's eyes, i'm always a kid, the one that nearly gt knocked by a car but was saved by him... :D haha, sorry, silly judgement, was about 4/6 that time i guess.. haha.. mum said we shouldn't have come up with such a hard idea.. i think she does not know that it should be outstanding.. and that she thinks d story is too violent.. watever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffb6c1;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;i'm out shopping again, credit card is usable now.. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;i don't feel like changing d color of this post, but wth...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffa500;"&gt;until then, this is &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;jOyCe&lt;/span&gt; signing out at 11.27(thinesh's bday) ,  28th August 2009&lt;/span&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/11479974-2734427202097171435?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/2734427202097171435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=2734427202097171435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/2734427202097171435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/2734427202097171435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2009/08/forgetful-bitch.html' title='forgetful bitch'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-943847730158759749</id><published>2009-08-11T21:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T23:46:04.936+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Disappointed</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffe4c4;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things going on my mind :&lt;br /&gt;_empty_&lt;br /&gt;some1's song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffb6c1;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;MV screening has finally ended.. all i can say is, disappointment.... if we even get marks, 75% of the credits should be to me &amp;amp; chi yee... we did most of the things... from pre to post...  but the outcome was rather disappointing... a few parts to highlight here is reeve failed to find us a singer, he failed to help during production, and he din offer to help post-production... hock leng, was alright at first, he was supposed to do editing, whatever he edited wasn't following d order of the storyboard, and some full perfect shots, he cut them into several bits, and he lost d original hand drawn storyboard which chi yee drew so diligently... in d end, we need to do almost everything all over again, wasted damn 1 week there.. in the end, he din even show up last few critical days, which chi yee n i stayed back till 10 + to edit... i did some editing here n there.. music in d end, was handed up in minus 1 state, coz' i sang on the last day, it sounded ok, &amp;amp; when put into video, sounded like gila-low key... i can't even hear make up the words.. mr. beh was disappointed coz "you guys promised a full song".. the t3 ppl, well, i must say from the beginning of d production, they've always felt like they were here to HELP us only, and not A TEAM... so they were only there for production week, then, they went on to do their own things.. and shawn, could only give negative comments and useless ideas... he even went on my nerves by saying "can we have the background music only, without anyone singing" after we couldn't find anyone to sing, however, we actually did just that... he  insisted he wanted to sing the song when everyone else thinks he's not suitable... and when it was time for him to sing, he couldn't even finish half a listen-able song after 3 hrs... which in d end, chi yee couldn't take it anymore, juz recorded whatever the best they could do that day, after that, he says the song is nice, when i wanted to show it to ppl, he said "i know its not nice, dun have to promote it", promote?! i was clenching my fist ready to punch him if he says another word! when everyone insisted i sing to let them know the melody, i asked him to sing, he dun wan, when i sing halfway, he interrupts! wat a rude chauvinistic man!all i can say is, these 3 assholes, have made me n chi yee utter mad! i din have the face to let everyone in my class see the video let a long lecturers and QUEK! eurghhh....wasted lar... maybe it was too much of expectation, too much time constraint, which ended in too much of disappointment... tat's what happens when you put all left-overs/outcasts in a group,  when i really wanna let a huge sigh to signify the end of this music video... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*SIIIIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;kudos to Julian's team which did an awesome-extraordinary-exceptionally-magnificent-remarkable job with his gothic-techno song with videos that is about the 7 deadly sins... he used the scariest music in classical music and vamped it into that sort of scary scenes... all i can say is, a new Quek is born... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;other than tat, a few MVs carry the same story.. a couple or bf-gf/friends, den one dies, leaving the other behind etc... the few that stands out is Absolution, Mortal indulgence(Julian's), and Shed a tear... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;moving along, this semester was supposed to be one of the best &amp;amp; fun ones, but it turned out to be the most disappointing one, i hope i can make it through this time... but hope seems to be so far away! i wish i could do it all over again~~ pls help me! i need a rest from this useless world i'm in...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffa500;"&gt;until then, this is &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;jOyCe&lt;/span&gt; signing out at 11.47pm, 27th August  2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;btw, a lot of ppl's birthday coming according to my Facebook list. What, all of a sudden everyone's parents wanted a Merdeka baby?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/11479974-943847730158759749?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/943847730158759749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=943847730158759749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/943847730158759749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/943847730158759749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2009/08/disappointed.html' title='Disappointed'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-8212590939730117356</id><published>2009-08-01T21:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T22:05:37.146+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>i have a chocolate heaven in my house now</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 228, 196);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things going on my mind :&lt;br /&gt;my house, especially my room is filled with food, esp chocolates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;coz' that's wat i'll need for the next few weeks... as deadlines are approaching and finals are nearing, i have myself in deep stress, my assignment marks have been lower than average, my mid-terms have been average and my major assignment is no where average... the story is i just came back from a warehouse sale and i've bought TONS of chocs and they have to be finished around d end of August, so just in time for my deadlines... i currently have 5 assignments to finish around the whole of august, comm theory redo, dreamweaver website, moral presentation, music video, and advertising copy writing... juz finished moral mid-term, i &lt;del&gt;think&lt;/del&gt;hope i'll have average marks if not higher...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;i have yet to figure out what i should wear for my role as a mother in my music video, i'm definitely wearing my mum's 150+ angelic tunic, but that's only for the scene where i'm going to be lying on the ground... other than that, i have to figure it out.... have yet to get brushes for body paint, and experiment them.. i am also d make-up artist... how now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;monday's gonna be scouring day... scouring for costumes in particular.. for the male lead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;i need to make a list of things i need to buy, do and a call sheet! OMG, I FEEL SO OVERWHELMED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps : Happy Birthday Meng Chun! i hope u still remember me and the things that happened 3,4 years ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 165, 0);"&gt;until then, this is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;jOyCe&lt;/span&gt; signing out at 9.57pm , 1st August  2009&lt;/span&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/11479974-8212590939730117356?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/8212590939730117356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=8212590939730117356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/8212590939730117356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/8212590939730117356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-have-chocolate-heaven-in-my-house-now.html' title='i have a chocolate heaven in my house now'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-6673221503578271913</id><published>2009-07-31T20:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T21:06:01.494+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>on the verge of giving up</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 228, 196);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things going on my mind :&lt;br /&gt;on the verge of giving up~&lt;br /&gt;can we start all over again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;haiiiiiiiihhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh............ i'm speechless... i wish that i dun have to see any of my group members for the video assignment anymore... i so feel like giving up... but i dun wanna retake this subject... i feel like screaming 'shut up' to everyone and take some time off, but time is the thing that i don't have... video shooting starts next week and the song is being changed... it's not even done yet! and the schedule... have yet to be confirmed.. and my life is so going down the drain... i feel very worried but at the same time i'm giving up, i'm so confused rite now.. don't just say it, do it and make sure it is as good as u say it is! u keep saying u'll find the singer, but Kah Mun was the one who found us not only 1 singer, but that 1 singer introduced another singer, i dunno if kah mun is the outsider or u are! i hate listening to ur voice... trying to show that u're good... i hate ur cold jokes, i hate ur so called 'sore-throat', i hate u more than the fact that i hate u being in our group... as if u're very needed in the group, don't forget that u were assigned to our group and not because we chose u, not because u were good, but because you had NO group and that we had NO CHOICE! i'd rather have chin chye than u in the 1st place! i wanna just stay away from u as far as possible, even the director dun wanna c u! i went out for 30 minutes to fetch the talents and u are playing with a damn electric guitar, that there were no progress to the song? u even spilt my drink in the lab 2 TIMES! ONE AFTER ANOTHER! what sort of person are u? to another person, WHERE ARE YOU ALL THE TIME? AT HOME WATCHING PORN THE WHOLE DAY THAT U'RE NOT EVEN FREE TO COME AND HELP OUT?! YOU ARE ANOTHER VERSION OF THE 1ST PERSON, BUT BETTER, BUT U STILL DISAPPOINT ME! all the time! i figure assignment is much more important than any other thing u're doing now that u're a student and the responsibility of a student is to do ur best in assignments and get high marks, if that isn't u, then u might came to the wrong group, because THAT'S OUR MISSION! i have a dean's list to worry about and all u can do is say and no do?! i'm seriously done with them once this sem is over! I NEED A BREAK! i miss my pigs! future sem's short film production will have better group members that are of more worth than u worthless humans! it's such a disgrace that  have to have you as my group member, u burden me! i have to think on ur part, i have to assign u things, i have to do almost everything a producer has to do but u take all the marks in d end? to hell with that, i wish i dun have to worry so much but i have to, my goal is on the line! i'm so over u all after this assignment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 165, 0);"&gt;until then, this is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;jOyCe&lt;/span&gt; signing out at 9.07 , 31st July  2009&lt;/span&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/11479974-6673221503578271913?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/6673221503578271913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=6673221503578271913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/6673221503578271913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/6673221503578271913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-verge-of-giving-up.html' title='on the verge of giving up'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-9024050411811893575</id><published>2009-07-28T21:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T22:08:40.462+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>stupid UTAR computers...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffe4c4;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things going on my mind :&lt;br /&gt;yay... finished my photoshop assignment&lt;br /&gt;i like photoshop, now that i know how to use it..&lt;br /&gt;errghh... MV aasignment and Dreamweaver and MTA...&lt;br /&gt;i HATE UTAR's Computers.. always impregnate my pen-drives...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffb6c1;"&gt;UTAR's computers has once again impregnated my pen-drive with viruses... 2 times in a day... i knew it would kena one way or another... juz only formatted my pendrive last friday.. :( dun care liao, we need to 'chap' it in tomoro oso, so no point formatting again... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;anyways... i finished my photoshop assignment.. pai-seh to show out... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;we've already spent 100+ on props &amp;amp; equips for the MV assignment, most expensive to date is the DV tapes.. 3 for RM50.. bought from Kar Wing, their group got extra coz' 2 ppl went n buy 2 times.. haha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;next few weeks gonna  busy... luckily got a few  lectures cancelled.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;this saturday got moral mid-term...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i seriously need a new phone.. mine juz dropped hard on the floor today and the mic rosak d.. :( well, the phone is 7 yrs old...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;it's time to update my best friends list... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;today, Kelvin saw Belle and wanted to know her, ask her # from me.. me asked belle, after a few msgs, she said 'Okla'.. was supposed to go her place to get SS' things, but msged her, called her until my battery kong oso cannot get her... maybe go c kelvin d... hahaha.. juz kidding...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;chi yee's stuck with her line again, need to get ppl's photoshop files so that she can burn but her line giving her problem.. and mind u d files are quite big to dl from internet and mine is surprisingly smaller by almost 30 times...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;MV shooting is next week! some ppl are sacrificing their lecture, tutorial and mid-term to go shooting in sepang... wtf?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;i need more time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;i need more money too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffa500;"&gt;until then, this is &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;jOyCe&lt;/span&gt; signing out at 10.o7pm ,  28th July 2009&lt;/span&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/11479974-9024050411811893575?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/9024050411811893575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=9024050411811893575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/9024050411811893575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/9024050411811893575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2009/07/stupid-utar-computers.html' title='stupid UTAR computers...'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-3424358432070206257</id><published>2009-07-27T20:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T20:45:12.457+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>i'm so dead... for the sake of my assignment</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 228, 196);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things going on my mind :&lt;br /&gt;dumb people and the way they do things IRRITATE ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i feel so upset now... despite the hardship i go through to try and finish recording the song.. some people juz dun seem to care!! especially, REEVE!!! i don't care if he read's my blog, in fact, i hope he reads it.. it's been 2 fucking weeks since that we've tried to find singers and record the song and he, being the only one who knows how to sing the song isn't able to perform EVERY SINGLE TIME WE NEED HIM! if u dun wan shawn to sing, den find some1 who can!! dun keep saying he's good or wat but not being able to get them to sing.. to say is easy, to do it is hard~! we're going to shoot beginning augst 1st and we've yet to finish the song and finalize things... i dunno la.. i'm very disappointed with the 3 guys in my group... they're incooperative and negative and pessimistic and not contributing enough... at the end of the day... me n chi yee have to go around doing everything... we even have to have other people to find us talents and we've found some1 to sing us the song but now because of reeve, we have to delay... after this time, i'm so over them!! no more i'll tell u, NO MORE! so many things to do, so little time!! i think my anger has subsided.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 165, 0);"&gt;until then, this is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;jOyCe&lt;/span&gt; signing out at 8.47pm , 27th jUly  2009&lt;/span&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/11479974-3424358432070206257?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/3424358432070206257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=3424358432070206257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/3424358432070206257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/3424358432070206257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-so-dead-for-sake-of-my-assignment.html' title='i&apos;m so dead... for the sake of my assignment'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-167276549674730547</id><published>2009-07-18T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T22:36:52.418+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='current issues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>Language and what nots</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 228, 196);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things going on my mind :&lt;br /&gt;back to BM again? our future students are sooo gonna suffer&lt;br /&gt;ARRRR.... ASSIGNMENTS! i'm stuck until the end of teaching weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;the recent decision to switch back to Malay and other vernacular languages for the teaching of science and mathematics in 2012 has made me and my mum very angry at the education system... first things first, if it has already been in English, let it be... y bother changing it here and there, it's as if the children are guinea pigs of the government's researches... to me, i believe the mastering of the language is essential for the future of the children... now that i'm in a university, majority of the students can't speak well in English, they still prefer to communicate in their mother tongue... everything that we're using now, the books, references, journals are all in English and i find some have a hard time understanding basic words that i know, most of the time, it's the pronunciation and meanings, some have electronic dictionaries, like my friend from a Chinese independent school... so i think that teaching in English, is crucial in the building of out nation, so what if you give more emphasis on the english subject? didn't you emphasize on all subjects, why are students still failling? basically why i'm writing about this issue is because when the topic was still hot, i did research on it in &lt;del&gt;an&lt;/del&gt; two assignments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;i suddenly feel like such a failure, of not doing things in time, esp. assignments and now that i'm the producer of the music video team, i feel that i will let down the team... coz' i'm such a procrastinator, the week of shooting will begin in the 1st week of august and we're still lacking on many things, talents esp., song is almost ready, special make-up artist, clothes, i'm so dead by the end of this semester...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Kosh is back and i have yet to find time to go out with her, this woman has been in Hawaii for the past year or so... she's only gonna be here for 2 weeks and the 2 weeks are the weeks i'm the most busy, mid sem d.. i'll find the time.. i WILL i promise...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;my july 11 went quite blandly, nothing to remember besides the fact that it was the best day of my life 4/5 years ago...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;kor bought me my phone dy.. but to get it, i must go down 13 kilos by the end of august...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;i feel un-unique anymore, my name is so common now.... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;in need of revamping my blog... i nearly lost all its formatting that day... need time again!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 165, 0);"&gt;until then, this is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;jOyCe&lt;/span&gt; signing out at 10.37pm , 18th july  2009&lt;/span&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/11479974-167276549674730547?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/167276549674730547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=167276549674730547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/167276549674730547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/167276549674730547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2009/07/language-and-what-nots.html' title='Language and what nots'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-7803483767930211733</id><published>2009-07-10T23:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T23:15:27.787+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>7/11</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 228, 196);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things going on my mind :&lt;br /&gt;it's d day...&lt;br /&gt;bloody assignments... potong stim lar....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;it's here, it's here.. 7/11 is finally here.. but there isn't anything to celebrate this year... to find out more about this date... please go here : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ljoyce.blog.friendster.com/2006/07/deja-vu/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://ljoyce.blog.friendster.com/2006/07/deja-vu/"&gt;old post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;i ought to celebrate with myself.. i duno... i just love this day and i hope i'll remember it every year... or not.. maybe when there are more important dates for me to remember den i'll forget this one... but anyway.. i hope your 7/11 will be a good one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 165, 0);"&gt;until then, this is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;jOyCe&lt;/span&gt; signing out with happiness and full of fond memories at 11.11pm , 10th jUly  2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: Happy Birthday Julian John Especkerman! U may not see this but anyways... :D&lt;br /&gt;&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/11479974-7803483767930211733?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/7803483767930211733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=7803483767930211733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/7803483767930211733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/7803483767930211733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2009/07/711.html' title='7/11'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-4570973640696713364</id><published>2009-07-06T20:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T01:20:08.604+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='current issues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>a month's worth of updates... i guess...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffe4c4;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things going on my mind :&lt;br /&gt;assignments&lt;br /&gt;my increasing weight!&lt;br /&gt;things i have 2 do...&lt;br /&gt;...&amp;amp; everything else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffb6c1;"&gt;sorry it's been a month... but things juz got to me... i have a lot of things to be busy about.. practically my calendar is full at the moment... luckily there aren't any outings etc. coming around.. coz' last week was definitely my last time going out esp. until so late... so, lemme move on to the things that happened during the month...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;during the 2nd week of June, errmm... nothing much happened...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;3rd week of June, we had MV pitching and we sorta did last minute changes and i esp. did last minute work for the slides which looked good to me... i wonder y i did last minute work... man! my memory is getting low... need upgrade... talking about upgrade, watched transformers d.. nice... but i feel the fight scenes are a bit slow n draggy.. stupid Adrian went &amp;amp; watch 5 times.. came back telling us about the flaws... wait, that was the end of June... coming back to the topic, MV pictching, we were chosen! to our excitement... but now we've got hell a lot of things to do... yours truly is the producer... Chi Yee is d director.. shawn's the cameraman, hock leng is the editor etc... song was written by CY, story is by CY, mostly.. and basically we have reeve in our group as well.. now the things is our song is  ready but it kinda suck in a lot of ways, doesn't match the storyline(i deem it too soft), have yet to find a place to record and we've just met with Chin Chye, Kenny &amp;amp; Mei Chi, our group members from BC3 &amp;amp; we explained the whole thing to them... all over again! one of the reasons i have repeating things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;anyways... urs truly is the new secretary of film club... once again, i'm taking this sickening post, this is my 3rd/4th time.. but then again, it was better than being the chair.. coz' i was nearly nominated for it.. which CY got the post over shawn, jean n charan.. charan is the vice... we're supposed to have an exco meeting this friday, but under some unforeseen circumstances, we were to push it forward to next wed.. otherwise, it'd be an unofficial meeting.. btw, met wiith Ms. Tian, the DSA Head, this afternoon while attending for a talk in PB aunditorium, a reason to escape class, but was mostly forced by CY, whom was forced by Anthony... my 1st time seeing ling liong sik so close... oops.. TUN DR. LING LIONG SIK... hehehe.. and oso hou kok chun, deputy minister of higher education ministry... well, long story short, my dad used to be her netball coach.. &amp;amp; she sends CNY cards to my dad every year... supposed to wear smart casual, but most turned up casual... ahaha... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;anyways... the last week was kinda my last week of ever going out late &amp;amp; all.. Thiv flew to NZ... and my clubbing days flew with her as well.. coz' thiv is d only person i went clubbing in KL with, coz' of safety and trust issues.. i couldn't imagine myself going clubbing with anyone else... which i hope will change as time passes.. coz' i'd really wanna go once with other ppl.. but then again, it's ALWAYS crowded.... anyways... Darren flew off 5 days earlier which made that week the most time i've went to KLIA until i memorized the road and the things i see on the highway.. btw, pix are on the right side-bar for pix on darren's farewell, thiv's farewell n adrian's bday dinner and rick's bday dinner... do check it out... freaking uploaded the 170 pix(in darren's album) for 15 times in 3 days.. damn pissed that time.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;moving on... this week will be an extra bz week coz' we've got 3 assignments due next week consecutively 1st is Journal presentation for Comm Theory on monday, den Moral paperwork on tuesday, and Illustrator greeting card for multimedia tools for advertising on wednesday.. urghhhh... the agony once again... i want my sleep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;anyways, been reminiscing a lot of people i've not met a long time since SMKB life ended for me... recently brought XL to Kepong + Desa Park City, juz to drive around... told her a lot of stories of places i've been to.. and eventually strolling by the lake in DPC... damn romantic, juz with d wrong person... everyone there were 'normal' couples, only me n XL like the weird couple... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;time passes by fast as we're enjoying it i must say, so fast mid-sem d.... like i always say,so much to do, so little time... well, i guess that's pretty much it.. i ought to go to sleep, tomoro got appointment with Mr. Beh to discuss our MV, hope he won't change the idea/storyline much.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;do remember to check out the pix :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffa500;"&gt;until then, this is &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;jOyCe&lt;/span&gt; signing out at 1.17am , 10th jULy  2009&lt;/span&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/11479974-4570973640696713364?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/4570973640696713364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=4570973640696713364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/4570973640696713364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/4570973640696713364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2009/07/months-worth-of-updates-i-guess.html' title='a month&apos;s worth of updates... i guess...'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-4082311426655761307</id><published>2009-06-06T00:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T00:35:48.100+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my own words'/><title type='text'>爱</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SilJQhPeCZI/AAAAAAAAAPE/4d80rHj_zMQ/s1600-h/tag+ai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 249px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SilJQhPeCZI/AAAAAAAAAPE/4d80rHj_zMQ/s320/tag+ai.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343882981001791890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffe4c4;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffb6c1;"&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;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;爱， 是很难解释的事情。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;我们无法承认其实爱给了我们许多的快乐和悲伤。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;但， 其实没有了爱我们就稍了很多很多的经验。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;如果没有爱， 我们如何会存在在这个世界里那?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;没有爱， 我们又如何感觉到被爱和为爱受伤害的感觉那?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;没有了爱，　世界又怎么能平安那?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;爱， 是有得解释的吗?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;每个人都有他们自己的方式来解释爱。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;有的人问我，　"你为何会爱上他那?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;我该怎么回应他们那?　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;我真的不知道怎么回答他们。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;应为爱一个人是没有的解释的吗?　爱就爱吗?　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;或者是人不会解释那?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;哪一种爱是最痛苦的那?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;对我来说，　该是暗恋吧。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;默默的爱直他，守候直他，但又不可以陪直他一起开心，欢笑，和伤心。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;一直以来我都是这样的过日子，　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;只能在那遥远的地方看这他和别的女身一起甜甜密密的。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;我真的受不了这种感觉，就像一千枝针在心里。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;很痛恨痛的扎在握新里。　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;你可以怪我吗?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;每个心都有他自己的自由来选着他自己想爱得人。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;我不能怪我自己爱错了人。　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;只能当这是个经验和教训。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;我从来没想过，我会这样做，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;从来没爱过，　所以爱错。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;我想要的我缺不能得到。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;我不要的，缺一直来。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;伤心的痕，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;我缺一直用微笑来取代。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;彪面很开心，但其实心里受的痛苦没有人知道，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;只能默默的，躲起来在一个角落自己哭。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;李家纬的创作&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: with a little help of NJStar, btw, this is a poem/essay/whatever u like to call it, if u understand... if u don't it's my thoughts towards "Love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffa500;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/11479974-4082311426655761307?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/4082311426655761307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=4082311426655761307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/4082311426655761307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/4082311426655761307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='爱'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SilJQhPeCZI/AAAAAAAAAPE/4d80rHj_zMQ/s72-c/tag+ai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-1235813829704437196</id><published>2009-06-06T00:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T23:16:26.993+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='current issues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 228, 196);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things going on my mind :&lt;br /&gt;assignments&lt;br /&gt;i feel empty today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;over the past week, i've been feeling damn empty, like there's a big hole in my stomach and all... i dunno, perhaps the feeling is because of something and someone... i don't even know what to write and what to think of... looking at pics posted by Erisha on Facebook, i suddenly see some1 else.. someone who looks like me but is totally someone else.. I've been feeling so clueless ever since thingts have changed, I'm so uncertain about so many things... plus the fact that i'm always indecisive... i feel, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;lost...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;the after effect of everything is pressing on my now and i feel it.. I want to talk, but talk's useless as things have already gone so deep... i feel that nothing can change the fact of everything that has happened... i should be living my life like I always wanted.. and I am, sorta... i wish the song I posted earlier could remind me to forget things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;anyways... a little update from the past half a month +... so I've got my new timetable, sucks a bit, but i can live with that considering all of my friends were jealous of it..  my classes are until 1.30 the most on mondays, weds, and thursdays, its only tuesday that's until 6 bcoz' of the Moral subject, and TGIF, i'm free on Fridays... so basically until thursday afternoon, ppl from outstation can go back d.. imagine Ling Hui from Kampar has to go to classes on Saturdays for her Japanese lessons from 3-6... but anyways... besides loving my timetable, I also love the results that came out like 2 weeks back... it was lovely to still be in the dean's list.. despite the slip, I still managed to get 3.71, a slight fall from 3.825, but I can live with it.. as long as my Dean's List can be maintained, i'm alright, I believe if I paid more attention to studying... i could've maintained my results, but as a student of my age, I live life to the fullest, at least I hope.. haha... however, I have a feeling this sem i'm so going to flunk my grades... I have 5 subjects, Moral which i HATE, Mass Comm Theory which sounds and looks super hard based on past experiences explained by seniors, Advertising Copywriting which I'd think sound easy but assignments are tough, Multimedia Tools For Advertising which is basically graphic designing with Illustrator, Photoshop n Dreamweaver which would've been fun if it were not in this sem coz of the workload from the next subject, Broadcasting 2 which i love the lecturer, Mr. Beh(based on past experiences of helping him) but the assignment is damn demanding, it's all about ideas, pitching(Music Video pitching i mean), production, co-operation and a hell lot of outdoor shooting! which is fun if it's not an assignment... hell i have a lot of things to do.. i feel so dead at the end of the semester, no more going out so much now i guess.. we've made a promise to NOT PROCRASTINATE this time... and now that i'm in Year 2... we have 9/10 more new classmates from KTAR... one of them my ex-secondary classmate Seow Yin which now we have 2 and a half tutorial groups... i was surprised to not see Ageetha here coz' it used to be our promise to meet each other here in Y2... i feel so old and that time flies so fast that we're in Y2 now... but then again, i haven' seen any of the Y1S1 juniors yet.. at least i think...  damn there are  a lot of handsome &lt;del&gt;guys&lt;/del&gt; juniors in Y1S1 Graphic Design course.. talking about GD, my friends in GD Y2S1 won some sort of drawing competition that got them first prize of RM8000, impressive and this time no joke.. hahaha... so anyways, kudos to them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;went for Adrian's birthday dinner @ Chilli's in Bagsar Shopping Center (BSC) on the last day of my holidays on 31st of May and boy we had a nite... supposed to be @ 7pm, so me being the me I am went early there in case of parking issues, i went a few rounds until i had a spot right in front of the parking entrance... thought it;d be great since I'm gonna be late home at nite... so went to the toilet to freshen-up myself den waited for him while i walked around, den waited for Darren n the girls, i was thinking of wearing the dress i wore for presentation, the high waist grey and black short dress, but thought there wasn't anything big so i wore a grey short casual dress which I bought during an outting with Thiv @ Forever 21, 1U... in the end, when they arrived, i feel a slight bit under-dressed.. haha... they were dressed up so nicely complete with make up, heels and all luckily i wore my heels as well... not having much time, i couldn't bother making up, or did i? I dun remember if i had put on make up that day, i don't think so.. only lippie.. so can you imagine how not prepared i was.. moreover, with the time-constrain, i was only able to put on lippie.. anyways... we had fun eating, I had monterey chicken which the mashed potatoes were awesome, and C and Darren's honey chicken chipotle was nice as well, den most of us had bottomless drinks and I had an extra some sort of mild alcoholic drink and treated the birthday boy to a presidente margarita which was pure alcohol and tasted nice... at least more alcoholic that mine... C ordered an extra dessert, Molten Lava, which was oh-so-yummy....... met with Adrian's friends, John Ling, Jon Ti and John Chong, and Xing(which was totally cute*blush* but taken), den we went to Bangkung, a park in Bangsar where they had a drunken session... hahaha... kinda, Adrian was like talking non-sense sort of mood and John Chong brought Tigers, Hoegaarden and Absolut Kurant, which smelt lovely but tasted like.. alcohol... hahaha... went home around 11 + coz Adrian has got a curfew, hahaha.. no.. coz' his mum is at home, alone... so he has to go back and accompany her.... the next day, i practically had no hangover but i wish i had coz' classes were @ 8... haha... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;celebrated Rick's Birthday @ Shogun 1U coz' of their promotion thingy, filled myself until I was so done.. we sat there from 6 to 10.30pm, practically until the restaurant closed... the amount of food there has gone up a lot.. the last time i went there there was any additional soup and thai delights sort of things... i have no problems going there again, but not this time.. Ling Hui came back and skipped her classes to celebrate.. so on Thursday, after my and Xin Leng's class, we went to watch Monster VS Aliens which was awesome.. so funny!!! den we went walking around until about 6 den we took our que number and waited for around 10 mins for them to open and let us in.. it was so funny coz' the guys were late(can u imagine?) so 3 of us were sitting at a 12 persons table.. slowly the guys came and after a while more, Chun Hwa came with Jasmine and Li Xiang... in the middle, my GD friends took pix with their DSLR cam, me holdingan un-pro cam, went arounf camwhoring with my cam n them helping me take some... after eating till they closed, we went back to the guys' new home and ate cake.... den I sent myself home with Rick and Ling Hui in the car and she drove back to Section 17 to Rick's place and home later... today, Friday, I washed my baby and Ling Hui's car as well and den went up to my place to wached up and den picked up Rick to watch Nite @ the Museum for the second time... first was with CY... it was a funny show and i liked it and said "I don't mind watching for second time", and i really went for a second time... it was supposed to be lunch @ McD which turned into a shopping but then it became a movie date... hahaha.. wanted to go McD for lunch so i suggested 1U, parking and air-con wise... den we were like "let's go shopping" but Ling Hui was broke so i was like, "Movie?" and den she was like "OK!"... so LingHui bought tix and me n Rick went to McD to order food and all 1st... we were kinda rushing for the 2pm show.. so we had like less than 30 mins to eat, but we save a bit on drinks coz' we refilled at McD and tapau-ed into the cinema... den after the movie, we walked a bit and I bought a shoe on 50% in Nose and boy, I have yet to find a time to wear it... &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; pointed toe with blingy-high-heels heels... damn nice and cheap i must say... den we went home coz' Ling Hui needed to clean her hamsters' cage... she was having a problem with her bf and i hope the best out of it... i sometimes feel jinxed coz' when i think that they(any couple that consists of friends I know) will NOT last, they'll last, until i think that they'll get married in the future, they'll break up, right when i think they'll last... this has happened more than once and i feel damn jinxed, but like what mum say, i can't control all these things... so do fret... :D anyways, Ling Hui said she won't be coming back anytime soon coz' of her saturday classes.. i'll miss her... and SeeSing is skipping a lot of classes... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;anyways... on the last wednesday before my classes started, i went to collect my NOR(results slip) and went to 1U with CY... watched Nite @ the museum as said den went for lunch at... ermmm... where did we eat??? Little Taiwan.. so guess it wasn't much of a nice place that i can remember of... den we walked around until around late 4 o'clock, we bought pretzels and sat down for our tea-time, den instead of CY taking the public transport, i drove her home and went to my dad's on the way after sending CY to show him my results... had dinner there and went back home to pick my mum... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;ps:  i'm supposed to compose an english song... but i have yet to find the inspiration :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 165, 0);"&gt;until then, this is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;jOyCe&lt;/span&gt; signing out at 12.17am, 6th June  2009&lt;/span&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/11479974-1235813829704437196?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/1235813829704437196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=1235813829704437196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/1235813829704437196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/1235813829704437196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2009/06/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-1518498498934498589</id><published>2009-06-05T08:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T00:13:12.806+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>The old me is dead and gone... i hope...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 228, 196);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things going on my mind :&lt;br /&gt;the amount of assignments is scaring me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;the song that I currently relate myself to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7zh6TsV4224&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7zh6TsV4224&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;"Dead And Gone"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;(feat. Justin Timberlake)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;i&gt;[Spoken - T.I.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Ay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Let me kick it to you right quick, man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; That on some gangsta shit man, on some real shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Anybody done been through the same thing, I'm sure you feel the same way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Big Phil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; This for you pimpin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;i&gt;[Chorus (Justin Timberlake (T.I.)):]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Oh (eyyy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I've been travellin' on this road too long (too long)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Just tryna find my way back home (back home)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; And oh (eyyy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I've been travellin' on this road too long (too long)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Just tryna find my way back home (back home)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone, dead and gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;i&gt;[Verse 1 - T.I.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Ever had one of them days wish would've stayed home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Run into a group of niggas who gettin' they hate on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; You walk by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; They get wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; You reply then shit get blown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Way outta proportion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Way past discussion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Just you against them, pick one then rush 'em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Figure you'll get jumped, hell that's nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; They don't wanna stop there now they bussin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Now you gushin', ambulance rushin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; You to the hospital with a bad concussion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Plus ya hit 4 times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Plus it hit ya spine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Paralyzed waist down now ya wheel chair bound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Nevermind that now you lucky to be alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Just think it all started you fussin' with 3 guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Now ya pride in the way, but ya pride is the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; You could fuck around, get shot, die anyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Niggas die everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; All over bull shit, dope money, dice game, ordinary hood shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Could this be 'cos of hip hop music?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Or did the ones with the good sense not use it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Usually niggas don't know what to do when their back against the wall so they just start shootin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; For red or for blue or for blo I guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; From Bankhead or from your projects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; No more stress, now I'm straight, now I get it, now I take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Time to think, before I make mistakes just for my family's sake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; That part of me left yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; The heart of me is strong today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; No regrets I'm blessed to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; The old me dead and gone away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;i&gt;[Chorus (Justin Timberlake (T.I.))]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;i&gt;[Verse 2 - T.I.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I ain't never been scared, I lived through tragedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Situation could've been dead lookin' back at it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Most of that shit didn't even have to happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; But you don't think about it when you out there trappin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; In apartments, hangin', smokin', and rappin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Niggas start shit, next thing ya know we cappin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Get locked up then didn't even get mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Now think about damn what a life I had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Most of that shit, look back, just laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Some shit still look back get sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Maybe my homboy still be around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Had I not hit the nigga in the mouth that time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I won that fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I lost that war&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I can still see my nigga walkin' out that door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Who'da thought I'd never see Philant no more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Got enough dead homies I don't want no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Cost a nigga his job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Cost me more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I'd took that ass-whooping now for sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Now think before I risk my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Take them chances to get my stripe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; A nigga put his hands on me alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Otherwise stand there talk shit all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; 'Cos I hit you, you sue me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I shoot you, get locked up, who me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; No more stress, now I'm straight, now I get it, now I take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Time to think, before I make mistakes just for my family's sake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; That part of me left yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; The heart of me is strong today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; No regrets I'm blessed to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; The old me dead and gone away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;i&gt;[Chorus (Justin Timberlake (T.I.))]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;i&gt;[Hook - Justin Timberlake]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I turn my head to the East&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I don't see nobody by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I turn my head to the West&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Still nobody in sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; So I turn my head to the North&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Swallow that pill that they call pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; That old me is dead and gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; But that new me will be alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I turn my head to the East&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I don't see nobody by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I turn my head to the West&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Still nobody in sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; So I turn my head to the North&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Swallow that pill that they call pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; That old me is dead and gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; But that new me will be alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;i&gt;[Chorus (Justin Timberlake (T.I.))]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;lyrics credited to &lt;a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/" target="_blank"&gt;AZLyrics.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 165, 0);"&gt;until then, this is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;jOyCe&lt;/span&gt; signing out at 12.37pm, 5th June  2009&lt;/span&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/11479974-1518498498934498589?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/1518498498934498589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=1518498498934498589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/1518498498934498589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/1518498498934498589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2009/06/old-me-is-dead-and-gone-i-hope.html' title='The old me is dead and gone... i hope...'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-5364553305743530264</id><published>2009-05-20T21:32:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T00:35:50.713+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i bought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='current issues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>totally love the header~</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 228, 196);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things going on my mind :&lt;br /&gt;my new header! love it~!&lt;br /&gt;sem break, more like sem. boring...&lt;br /&gt;time to upload n update&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;how u like the new header? beats d old blank one huh? and how u like the window title?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;where the wardrobe is not always in season&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;kinda reminds me of Kenny Sia's phrase..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;do check out the links to the right.. updated a few of my facebook public albums, not tagged yet, but better than nothing.. and a few of my fav. blogs... sorta..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been really slacking these days.. no money to go out, not even to a pre-paid movie which i haven't paid yet.. haha.. kinda diminishes the meaning of the prefix... haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;been watching movies and movies and movies... i need to stop already.. i'm even downloading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gone With The Wind&lt;/span&gt; from 1939... no typo errors there... finished watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Back to the Future Trilogy&lt;/span&gt; from 1985-1990&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;went to big bad wolf (bbw) books sales and books were honestly.. nothing over RM20... got influenced by Sherry C on her blog, so went there and checked it out... my fav. Camilla Morton's 2nd book, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;A Girl For All Season&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; Hardcover was going for only RM8... I changed and changed and changed whenever i see another in better condition... the freaking book would've cost about RM99 in normal bookstores.. to my pleasure, i also bought &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Things I Wish My Mother Had Told Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; which was also RM 8, in perfect condition, Borders was selling it for around 40-50... too bad i wasn't a pre-teen anymore, Meg Cabot's books were only RM 5 for hardcover, in perfectly new conditions, wrapped with some kiddy stuff.. haha.. unfortunately, i couldn't find V. Beckham's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;That Extra Half An Inch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;... ooohhh, i so love that book when i saw it in Popular, but it was in bad &lt;/span&gt;bad condition... i always like my books and magazines in mint condition, I also went to MPH warehouse before that and the books there were quite expensive compared to BBW, got a mini recipe book for muffins, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Fashion Babylon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; by Imogene Edwards-Jones and Xandria Ooi's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Love, Work and Everything in Between&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;.. I used to loathe her when first spotted her at Hitz.TV as a VJ, but now she exerts so much appeal into me and her confidence is so good that I wish I'd become like her sometimes, apart from her hot body that is... I'm at pg200 now, the book is a compilation of her articles in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;the Star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; and i don't quite remember seeing a lot of her columns often, despite the few times which i used to ignore... am so gad she's getting married... her beau proposed to her early May and it was recorded for her TV show, 'Xandria's Weekend Discovery'... can you imagine, 4 years ago, i didn't like her, but now, it's d opposite... well, people do change and especially perspectives when you get to know them... the book sold at MPH for RM 49.90, but got it in d warehouse for RM 30... a steal considering the quality of it... so these are my new babies accompanying me for these 3 weeks of boredom...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/ShQWSQ3AjuI/AAAAAAAAAO8/OoPAZB4Ank8/s1600-h/P1070951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/ShQWSQ3AjuI/AAAAAAAAAO8/OoPAZB4Ank8/s320/P1070951.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337915961360027362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;btw, i've not mentioned, before my 3 weeks of holidays, were exams.. i must express deepest disappointment in myself for this semester.. i've really fallen thru a deep hole this time, din really paid much attention in class, not studying well, i must've been too damn over-confident after being in the dean's list for a sem.. i wish to kill myself now.. the results are about to be realeased and i'm on the edge of my seats as i'm visioning "I told u to study... bla bla bla.. " from my parents esp. my mum... *sigh* i dunno la, last sem has been a messed up sem.. and hopefully this tri will not be..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;before exams, I went to Penang with Aunty Sucy, Aunty Bee Ling(back from Germany), my mum n I.. went on a culinary adventure and guess what, i came back 2 kilos heavier.. the food there was da bomb.. went to gurney drive(where they had lovely rojak with Hae Ko, prawn paste), kek lok si(where their assam laksa was only 2.50, small portion, but filling enough), went to my aunt's new apartment at Sungai Emas(interesting architecture), went to makan at mccalister road(cheap dim sum, lovely o chean(fried egg batter with oyster), and managed to find the famous aunty with welding glasses selling char kuey teow, too over-priced if it was from my pocket, RM 6, prawns were succulent but is was just okay, had awesome chee cheong fun with hae ko again, this time, 4 plates.. 3 bowls of ice kacang), went to 2 temples the Burmese and Thai temples opposite each other on Burma Lane, and did i mention that I drove the Kia Sportage in Penang? damn nice, feel so much bigger and confident.. haha.. on the road to n fro Penang, we stopped by Ipoh's original Old Town(to Penang) to have lunch and boy, the best Cham Ice i've tasted, nice char kuey teow, and when traveling back, went to have famous bean sprout chicken rice somewhere in Ipoh as well, near new town? haha.. so the 2 kilos was considered a little, btw, the sand in Penang is very coarse and hell, when it gets into my bathing suit, i swear i could look like a man... we got Beach view of the apartment and it was damn windy and I could really fly with the wind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;during the exams, after my 4th paper, before my last paper, I went to Lee Hom's Music Man concert in the National Stadium... boy the amount of people.. it was about 25,000 there.. i regret not buying the REAL expensive one as the one i paid for nearly RM200 was VERRRRYYYYYYYYY FAR AWAY~~~~ Lee Hom was like an ant size and it felt so unrealistic, like really and literally, watching a DVD, coz' he was sosososo far away.. i swear to get closer(and more expensive) seats next time... I hope they release a DVD, i'd wanna buy it.. I cried during some songs he sang, like Luo Ye Gui Gen.. i dunno.. felt so warm inside... Chi Yee n I drove there.. bringing along Yee Theng, Shawn, Jing Lin in my car and Kah Mun and two of her housemates in Chi Yee's car... waited 1 hour after the concert ended after the jam to go home, den to Murni and was home around 1.30+am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;after the exams, i went to PD(Port Dickson, not UTAR's PD) on thursday, had loads of fun soaking in sun, sand and beach, it's been much cleaner now compared to last time.. the water is much clearer and the beach has been super clean... on the shores, that is... went with grandma, uncle, mum , maid and two aunties whom were my mum's nannies... i went to the beach in the afternoon, got a lil sun burnt a bit at nite, but was fine after some spritz of Avene's Thermal Spring Water... came back on saturday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;then, went to Kampar on Monday till Thursday... on monday morning, Ling Hui picked me up from my place in her new i10... she still needs some practice driving, esp. on highways, but other than that, she's alright... her turnings are a bit to 'swift'.. haha.. no 'dizzyness' in d car for that matter, she had her last paper on tuesday, her junior/roommate also had exams the next morning, so i pretty much watched shows there and ate, and watched and help fix the fridge, and ate, and watched shows, played 'cho dai di' and billionaire Malaysia, which was so not logic if you ask me, only two of us played, and no one at any point reached the millionaire status, not even hundred-thousandaire, and the prices of lands and properties were ridiculous... RM 2000 for the most costly Multimedia Super Corridor... hahaha.. i wish.. then, pasar malam, which, was super filling until my stomach bursted, literally... then, on thursday, packed up, and brought her hamster along back to KL, me driving this time... she slept coz' she slept around 4am in d morning watching 'Huan Zhu Ge Ge'/My Fair Princess or something until it finished, used to be a hit about maybe 10 years ago.. i got the shock of my life when there was roadblock, no. 1, I haven't pass my P yet, and there was no P tag, no. 2, I'm driving a car not belonging to me.. i think it belongs to Ling Hui or the bf or both... anyways... went home, put her hamster and some things in my house(coz' her bf's place was locked and she din have the new key) and went to BTS.. walked from 2 till 3, had lunch at Bar B Q.. den walked sumore until 7, watched X-Men den went home at 10ish.. picked up her bf and to my place for her stuff and bye bye... hahaha... i din buy anything, Ling Hui wanted a formal heel and slippers but went home with a Prada purse and a second hand slippers from my place which she wanted to buy that I din wear... haha.. she tried on a few at BTS, but the one that fit her properly, din look nice, the one she liked, din fit right... or the price was too high... always go by the rule, don't go into a shopping mall wanting to get something(ie, shoes/bags/clothes), you'll only walk out empty handed or not what u went there for.. that has always happened to me, when i wanna buy slippers, i never find the right pair...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;however, i got a lovely off-white bag that i've been eye-ing for a week since i saw it.. I saw it in MidV and I loved it at first sight, went head over heels for it on second touch... perfect feel, size and zippers were alright, and the handle was big enough... i left the place without buying it coz' it was a bit pricey, but decided to get it a week later... RM80... kinda my highest priced one.. i also fell in love with channel quilted bags... but a lot of ppl were holding it and that sorta brought the impression down a little...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;went to Sogo for the Padini Fair, things were going for 90% discount.. i bought 2 heels, one red round toe for 15 bucks, and a black peep toe mary jane for 55 bucks... that was practically all i went there for... some were still over-priced judging by the conditions... so i went home after having lunch at a kopitiam there... an hour b4 the jam starts in KL...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's a month of update from me.. will post up more photos on the "In Her Closet" at the right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 165, 0);"&gt;until then, this is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;jOyCe&lt;/span&gt; signing out at 11.47pm , Wednesday 20th May  2009&lt;/span&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/11479974-5364553305743530264?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/5364553305743530264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=5364553305743530264' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/5364553305743530264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/5364553305743530264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2009/05/totally-love-header.html' title='totally love the header~'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/ShQWSQ3AjuI/AAAAAAAAAO8/OoPAZB4Ank8/s72-c/P1070951.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-4177194942346210649</id><published>2009-04-20T01:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T01:40:58.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm finally back on track!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 228, 196);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things going on my mind :&lt;br /&gt;PENANG!!!&lt;br /&gt;K810I&lt;br /&gt;EXAMS!&lt;br /&gt;this is the end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've actually written a post previously but because of my hectic schedule, I don't even remember about it.. but luckily i've highlighted things to write...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Firstly... celebrated Christy's birthday at my house on 28th March... it was a true surprise party as she din know where she was... and thought she was gonna be thrown in the water after hearing the sound of the fan blowing my blinds.. it does sound quite like the water i must say.. adrian complained that she was super noisy during their way upstairs.. hahaha... after which adrian professed his love to her.. and we all ate catered nasi lemak from Darren's place.. sent thiv buh-bye coz' she had another function at her house.. den we changed to swimsuits n went in to the freezing pool after rain at night... had some fun and some jaccuzi and some swimming and some bringing people into water, and some laughing until the pool was closed... tooks photos den, all the way until 11 plus and they changed to dry clothes, chatted somemore in my room, and went home around 12.. i was a chauffeur for the night... pictures will be uploaded once i have the time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;on 3rd April, went 2 Boston in Solaris, Mont Kiara.. for her early birthday celebration... i had 50cents beer and met some people... it was sorta last minute, but with Thiv, nothing's planned or given notice... haha.. i actually was allowed to go.. haha.. basically coz' its Thiv and Darren's there... after the end of the promotion at 9... we went for food at a mamak.. den we went 2 Mist @ Bangsar, its sort of my 1st time clubbing in KL, my first was at Pure Bar in Malacca... drank Johnnie Walker danced till my legs practically died that night had pictures taken and a lot of laughs after the photos were transfered into my computer... Thiv in the mean time... had superb fun downing all sorts of concoctions... the last, given by her LECTURER(notice:you didn't read wrongly) her lecturer was there and treat her a drink for her birthday which she eventually threw up.. hehe... it was 'around the world' and i quote "then i really went around the world" by thiv.. she couldn't take it den she went 2 the toilet.. she wanted to take some fresh air, but Layka came in and patted her on her back and made her vomite... she said she felt much better after that... i "drank like an indian" she claimed.. haha.. i was alright.. no 'high' flying things around my head.. it was also Darren n I punya first time together clubbing.. and not to mention, we're both newbies... haha.. I felt superb that Thiv enjoyed our company.. Thiv also cried coz' her lecturer gave her some silly remarks that mde her felt shitty.. of all days, her birthday? tat's juz too much.. she was high for a moment as she cudn't remember where she went crying around.. haha.. only when the lights came on did i notice that the whole club was FILLED with indians.. to my utter surprise.. dance with Ren n Claire n Ben... met Mohen(?) supposedly my senior which I've never met... which after the session, did i recognize him in college... haha.. :DP(the smiley is supposed to be like that), met Zan's brother n sister and a whole lot more of Malay guys with names starting with A... hehe.. even Claire's bf's name starts with A... oh~~ the utter memory loss i had that day.. :P reach home @ 5+ and slept until 11 the next morning which &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;i remembered that i had the 8TV Live Show to go to the next day, all thanks to Chi Yee for kindly reminding me... the atmosphere was alright despite a lot of people rooting for 'Ya tou' the 3-girls group... a bit too noisy and loud for me but it was alright.. my cam. decided to be blind that nite coz' i forgot to charge it after thiv's birthday... it was a wonderful experience as we had a chance to see 'Milk' from the former band Energy that i once loved... seen what went on during commercial times, how the camera was moved around... how the Floor Manager gave signals... how the hosts was funny etc... all thx 2 Ivy for taking such a great shot of Milk while he turned... eventually, 3 of my coursemates/classmates were interviewed and got their 5 seconds of fame b4 the results show began... i must say some sang like dunno come out from which place and some really did well... some of our sesat coursemates also manage to get into the same lift with Gary, the host and took pictures with him... overall, it was a great experience and it was all thanks to dr. yap for arranging it... it was our replacement class for one of the classes when she was overseas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going 2 penang today(mon) when i'm supposed to study for exams... it's my study week and believe me, i'm spending 3 days to go Penang for a break!! haha.. actually, aunty bee leng from germany is back n wud like to go Penang on a culinary adventure like always and what better way to do it than with her 2 besties, my mum n aunty sucy? yup, n i decided to tag along.. coz' it's been a super long time since i've been 2 Penang anyways.. meet the new Fattie Joyce on 25th April 2009... hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;my bro is currently trying to get me my most-wanted phone, although 2nd-hand, he'll be checking out d condition of it... the phone may not be the latest, but all the specs n functions i want is in it.. besides, its due time i get a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;del&gt;ne&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/st&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;del&gt;w&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;st&gt;&lt;/st&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;del&gt;&lt;/del&gt; sorry, 2nd hand one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;exams has already been explained... but adding to that... my intro to adv. paper is on the very 1st day of the exam on saturday.. of all days.. ahh.. but it's alright that this time, the exams are quite spaced up.. it's on saturday, tuesday, thursday, saturday. tuesday... and on 2nd may.. i'm going to LEE HOM'S CONCERT!!!!! how about that? i finally get to see him, though my lecturer told me he's gay... i still love him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;After exams, on the 13th.. 3 pigs n I will be going 2 camerons for a night... a day in the mountains will freshen us up... and 2 days of fun, gossips, laughter will be great! plus, we also have another trip 2 Starss place in Sarawak in october! oh~ the joy of being with the 3 pigs!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;this is the end, things will never be the same, we, will never be the same... i have finally let go after listening to "Ai Bu Gou" (aka 'the-fong-sau' song by Raymond Lam) as alarm ringtone for the past half a month...we will start to walk different pasts as of now.. assignments are done, and we no longer have any other reasons to communicate... besides anything formal or related.. its a good lesson... that someone like you really did have some problem... we've always thought u were overboard sometimes and wondered if u're alright, we got our answers now.. and I'm happy to have let go... there may be some changes in the next trimester as Chi Yee has expressed thoughts of letting someone else to be the class rep. .. i don't mind her after everything she's been patient for.. i'm glad to say, although your presentation is almost perfect, paperwork wise, not so... we may get low marks for every course work this sem, but judging by the problems we've had, it's predictable... I knew it would turn out this way.. i've worried for my position in the Dean's List would be dropped, but i don't mind, first sem's Dean's List has been a wonderful journey and my aim is for the Dean's List or higher in my Year 3 Trimester 3~! I will work hard and prove to you that without you, I can do it! WE can do it! after this sem, I will officially finish Year 1... kinda sad though, but it's life... things need to go on, we cannot stay in one place forever even if we wanted to... so, all the best to the people who work with each other, people who help each other and people whom are my true friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;btw, have i mentioned that thiv's interning at Junk and her office is just in Jaya One which is opposite my college? more oppotunities to makan together now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 165, 0);"&gt;until then, this is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;jOyCe&lt;/span&gt; signing out at 1.o7 am,  20th April 2009&lt;/span&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/11479974-4177194942346210649?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/4177194942346210649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=4177194942346210649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/4177194942346210649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/4177194942346210649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-finally-back-on-track.html' title='I&apos;m finally back on track!'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-1160872957800141069</id><published>2009-03-20T22:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T23:07:29.764+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>i don't know.. really...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffe4c4;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things going on my mind :&lt;br /&gt;what the hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffb6c1;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;As mentioned, i shudn't even be thinking or writing this down, but i treat this as a memoir.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I really don't know what to say anymore... i should let go, but i can't stand seeing her face.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;i couldn't even stand sitting in a room together anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;lecturers have been asking and its too obvious for them not to see... one has even asked that we talk to her, but whats the point when all she wants to do is mingle around with her 'friends' and i quote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;my only aim is to finish our assignments&lt;br /&gt;tat is all..&lt;br /&gt;other than that, im going to put them aside&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;how can we even find a time? I've sacrificed our hands on time partly because of this.. but mostly because i din study for my mid-term when i was rushing for EMC assignment...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;who's the first one who created this mess? who is the one who slowly, without any notice, slipped away to sit with some1 else? who made it obvious that they don't wanna sit with us? who sent us countless smses saying that they cannot keep up with us, felt that they were transparent amongst us? who said that they din wanna burden us with a frowning face but ends up pretending to be happy with others? who asked that we leave them alone and then come back to us? who caused this mess? WHO?!!! I am so confused... what was once a friendship, turned into a hatred... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Today, i was supposed to forgive everyone today, but it turns out that i couldn't even forgive myself for wanting to forgive someone like her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;it's a little thing my mum got from her course and everyday, we pick out one card and do what it's stated in the card etc. yesterday was service, i serviced my mum that day, she said i did well, but today, I got "FORGIVENESS"! straightaway, i told my mum i couldn't do it.. my mum talked me into buying her a card.. a simple gesture.. i thought it would be something nice.. but after listening to what she had to say about some1, i felt that she was so cruel, i asked myself why i was so kind to some1 like her? cruel and cold... i din wanna waste the card as i won't be giving any cards to anyone... so i  wrote my heart's thoughts in it, left it on her shoes, and went on studying... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;my mum said i shudn't even have given the card, but it was my gesture that i acknowledge her special day, was not able to celebrate it with her because she has turned out to be someone some1 like that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I din ask for someone who can laugh or make me happy ALL THE TIME. I won't repeat useless things or not important things i said because they are not important, not significant. No one is perfect, we all have our good and bad sides, i almost accepted your bad sides... until this.. i talked more to the other to keep her updated, not because i'm practice favouritism... you always use this word when you don't get things your way with some1... i thought you needed more time, but the more time it took, the farther we drifted.. the more unfamiliar we got... i admit that i let it go too deep before i realized that there was no turning back... and that's the fact, there is..... no turning back....... but let bygone be bygones, all's left is a lesson learnt, a heart scarred, a mess to clean up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;You &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;have been&lt;/span&gt; a great friend,&lt;br /&gt;and we spent a lot of time together,&lt;br /&gt;good and bad.&lt;br /&gt;Those are the times we cherish with one another,&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, Chi Yee and I decided to do this for you,&lt;br /&gt;You are the first to see such pictures with such faces,&lt;br /&gt;Hope our craziness brings you happiness!&lt;br /&gt;And hope you enjoy your first birthday celebration with us,&lt;br /&gt;and MAY WE HAVE MORE GREAT TIMES TOGETHER,&lt;br /&gt;although we might be really busy,&lt;br /&gt;WE LOVE YOU!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;-Jean &amp;amp; Chi Yee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;reading it again, i felt that you've expected it to be like this... maybe you mixed up your tenses but i felt as if you knew it was going to end... this has been the best gft, but also the most hurtful one now that things have become like this... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;A last bid goodbye to such things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffa500;"&gt;this is &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;jOyCe&lt;/span&gt; signing out at 11.o7pm, Friday, 20th March  2009&lt;/span&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/11479974-1160872957800141069?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/1160872957800141069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=1160872957800141069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/1160872957800141069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/1160872957800141069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-dont-know-really.html' title='i don&apos;t know.. really...'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-45355536466381778</id><published>2009-03-18T00:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T15:52:59.723+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures from the past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3 AnVils'/><title type='text'>a trip down memory lane....</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 228, 196);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;" here's the thing, we started off friends...." - Kelly Clarkson, Since You've Been Gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;as mentioned, things have changed, we met from the second day of class, during the english activity, it was a smooth transition into a journey I'd thought would last a long time, everything's changed... you were jealous on reasons that made no logic or rationale and your jealousy was based on something you "assumed"... my feelings are beyond words, but everything's said and done, i shall let this go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;'cause when you're in your darkest hour &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;And all of the light just fades away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; When you're like a single flower whose colours have turned to shades of gray &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Well hang on (whoa) and be strong" - Be Strong, Delta Goodrem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;here a last tribute to our half-year relationship, a trip down memory lane, one i wish i could forget now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6Fv_eBetI/AAAAAAAAAGA/EjeqgnTz72M/s1600-h/P1030728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6Fv_eBetI/AAAAAAAAAGA/EjeqgnTz72M/s320/P1030728.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313831669881469650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6HUdRLncI/AAAAAAAAAGI/TnbS-Zt6pes/s1600-h/P1030731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6HUdRLncI/AAAAAAAAAGI/TnbS-Zt6pes/s320/P1030731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313833395867590082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;our first event, Talent Night 2008 - 11 June 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6oV8l30DI/AAAAAAAAAOA/kZi6BP211TQ/s1600-h/P1030889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6oV8l30DI/AAAAAAAAAOA/kZi6BP211TQ/s320/P1030889.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313869705339457586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6oWIrrOPI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dW_c0dJzXPc/s1600-h/P1030901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6oWIrrOPI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dW_c0dJzXPc/s320/P1030901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313869708585023730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Our first assignment together, Malacca - 14 June 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6JLb3saLI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/NuV4Bp2ttKg/s1600-h/P1030978x.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6JLb3saLI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/NuV4Bp2ttKg/s320/P1030978x.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313835439896684722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6JLd62qxI/AAAAAAAAAGY/0lFl3GwFzVc/s1600-h/P1030979x.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6JLd62qxI/AAAAAAAAAGY/0lFl3GwFzVc/s320/P1030979x.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313835440446810898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Our first 3D Movie together - 11 July 2008 (also the day 3 Anvils were made up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6KzwxIt-I/AAAAAAAAAHI/hnyIA84hrFo/s1600-h/P1040003x.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6KzwxIt-I/AAAAAAAAAHI/hnyIA84hrFo/s320/P1040003x.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313837232212719586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6JMYKNn7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/jVlPkDgOUpQ/s1600-h/P1030987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6JMYKNn7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/jVlPkDgOUpQ/s320/P1030987.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313835456080486322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6JLrAU5kI/AAAAAAAAAGg/YxCy33737v8/s1600-h/P1030989x.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6JLrAU5kI/AAAAAAAAAGg/YxCy33737v8/s320/P1030989x.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313835443959424578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6JMArE07I/AAAAAAAAAGo/n3eH65ob8E0/s1600-h/P1030985x.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6JMArE07I/AAAAAAAAAGo/n3eH65ob8E0/s320/P1030985x.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313835449775870898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6KzfXlJfI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7pjpwj8OVFw/s1600-h/P1030997x.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6KzfXlJfI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7pjpwj8OVFw/s320/P1030997x.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313837227542128114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;our significant bullet pendant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6KzPtzPyI/AAAAAAAAAG4/J7Kf9sWzSDY/s1600-h/P1030996x.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6KzPtzPyI/AAAAAAAAAG4/J7Kf9sWzSDY/s320/P1030996x.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313837223340359458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Our funny times together in Pn. Madihah's tutorial - 15 July 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6K0Yg5PzI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/H51PMzfo59w/s1600-h/P1040009x.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6K0Yg5PzI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/H51PMzfo59w/s320/P1040009x.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313837242882015026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6K041p88I/AAAAAAAAAHY/tjWk2aDjjJ4/s1600-h/P1040012x.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6K041p88I/AAAAAAAAAHY/tjWk2aDjjJ4/s320/P1040012x.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313837251559027650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6MnIZKmlI/AAAAAAAAAHg/1ZEcqZ2UKFU/s1600-h/P1040021X.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6MnIZKmlI/AAAAAAAAAHg/1ZEcqZ2UKFU/s320/P1040021X.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313839214239586898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6MnSdhCkI/AAAAAAAAAHo/FVJck2ZcYik/s1600-h/P1040027x.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6MnSdhCkI/AAAAAAAAAHo/FVJck2ZcYik/s320/P1040027x.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313839216942189122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6Mnk50VxI/AAAAAAAAAHw/vYVKkBXUYkg/s1600-h/P1040028x.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6Mnk50VxI/AAAAAAAAAHw/vYVKkBXUYkg/s320/P1040028x.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313839221892732690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6MoIdfZHI/AAAAAAAAAIA/kYg9fkVU1H8/s1600-h/P1040031x.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6MoIdfZHI/AAAAAAAAAIA/kYg9fkVU1H8/s320/P1040031x.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313839231437595762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6Mn_nL1BI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Bq8ui8VWBNs/s1600-h/P1040030x.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6Mn_nL1BI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Bq8ui8VWBNs/s320/P1040030x.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313839229062337554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6N_4FXBiI/AAAAAAAAAII/NkKH01EpD1Q/s1600-h/P1040034x.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6N_4FXBiI/AAAAAAAAAII/NkKH01EpD1Q/s320/P1040034x.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313840738869904930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6OArehHgI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/8YpLgJDNNfc/s1600-h/P1040039x.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6OArehHgI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/8YpLgJDNNfc/s320/P1040039x.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313840752665632258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6OBMauB9I/AAAAAAAAAIY/Oj7B0llZmIQ/s1600-h/P1040042x.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6OBMauB9I/AAAAAAAAAIY/Oj7B0llZmIQ/s320/P1040042x.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313840761508071378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6OB_47BmI/AAAAAAAAAIg/GBflewTXYIU/s1600-h/P1040044x.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6OB_47BmI/AAAAAAAAAIg/GBflewTXYIU/s320/P1040044x.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313840775324960354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6OCGoHipI/AAAAAAAAAIo/zKI5qOz112M/s1600-h/P1040046x.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6OCGoHipI/AAAAAAAAAIo/zKI5qOz112M/s320/P1040046x.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313840777133525650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;A trip to my home - 18 July 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6PNNdDtaI/AAAAAAAAAIw/M-xCeziQi3U/s1600-h/DSC01154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6PNNdDtaI/AAAAAAAAAIw/M-xCeziQi3U/s320/DSC01154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313842067456374178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6PN1D6YwI/AAAAAAAAAI4/i8SZ2INKhxU/s1600-h/DSC01155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6PN1D6YwI/AAAAAAAAAI4/i8SZ2INKhxU/s320/DSC01155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313842078088323842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6POM4fw-I/AAAAAAAAAJA/nIur5S2ICHo/s1600-h/DSC01159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6POM4fw-I/AAAAAAAAAJA/nIur5S2ICHo/s320/DSC01159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313842084482892770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6PObO8VcI/AAAAAAAAAJI/xO9v9QXyjI4/s1600-h/DSC01161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6PObO8VcI/AAAAAAAAAJI/xO9v9QXyjI4/s320/DSC01161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313842088335136194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;our lunch together at Santini, Jaya One - 22 July 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c94f2cc2c5eb1a45" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc94f2cc2c5eb1a45%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329899844%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5CAD2F12345A01D965B0CE2269423006128780B2.2B161EE376F54574FA4AA112432A81BB7B2E26D3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc94f2cc2c5eb1a45%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJAKD1-d0p75v0XynSPxiGjQ1ttY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc94f2cc2c5eb1a45%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329899844%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5CAD2F12345A01D965B0CE2269423006128780B2.2B161EE376F54574FA4AA112432A81BB7B2E26D3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc94f2cc2c5eb1a45%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJAKD1-d0p75v0XynSPxiGjQ1ttY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6POwxAqNI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Cu9ewJAJe9s/s1600-h/P1040062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6POwxAqNI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Cu9ewJAJe9s/s320/P1040062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313842094115170514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6RhQ4ViGI/AAAAAAAAAJY/UywXhYutB2U/s1600-h/P1040065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6RhQ4ViGI/AAAAAAAAAJY/UywXhYutB2U/s320/P1040065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313844610996734050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6Rhk-JRFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/GSwEzwrIqic/s1600-h/P1040066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6Rhk-JRFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/GSwEzwrIqic/s320/P1040066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313844616389805138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6RiU1NafI/AAAAAAAAAJo/YNemXPWjtWo/s1600-h/P1040067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6RiU1NafI/AAAAAAAAAJo/YNemXPWjtWo/s320/P1040067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313844629237230066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6Ri16q2mI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Cdeiq4CjczE/s1600-h/P1040068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6Ri16q2mI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Cdeiq4CjczE/s320/P1040068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313844638118500962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6Rjff8dpI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/jZqkK0DqEJ4/s1600-h/P1040069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6Rjff8dpI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/jZqkK0DqEJ4/s320/P1040069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313844649280698002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;our spaghetti experiment - 28 July 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6U7elyz-I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nLeZNWo-bQg/s1600-h/P1040155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6U7elyz-I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nLeZNWo-bQg/s320/P1040155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313848359888539618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6U8HM4fGI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ylzbjQQmjE4/s1600-h/P1040157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6U8HM4fGI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ylzbjQQmjE4/s320/P1040157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313848370789907554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6W4Ri_4iI/AAAAAAAAAKo/bhi0rfi4sGc/s1600-h/P1040175x.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6W4Ri_4iI/AAAAAAAAAKo/bhi0rfi4sGc/s320/P1040175x.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313850503870800418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;our bikini-shopping in 1U and a swim in my place - 6 August 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6cnUCIQ7I/AAAAAAAAALY/9dW47QmEcFY/s1600-h/P1040323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6ZTx7eTKI/AAAAAAAAALA/HAfciAikcwU/s320/P1040335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313853175443115170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6cnuPQ60I/AAAAAAAAALg/xUZCYPmYOg0/s1600-h/P1040345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6cnuPQ60I/AAAAAAAAALg/xUZCYPmYOg0/s320/P1040345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313856816584649538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6coS1Pr6I/AAAAAAAAALo/48gsZrcp0zI/s1600-h/P1040357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6coS1Pr6I/AAAAAAAAALo/48gsZrcp0zI/s320/P1040357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313856826407628706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6co0PxGaI/AAAAAAAAALw/oHyXzBGlNps/s1600-h/P1040350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6co0PxGaI/AAAAAAAAALw/oHyXzBGlNps/s320/P1040350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313856835377240482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6cpTX6b-I/AAAAAAAAAL4/OB0kJiX5N6E/s1600-h/P1040381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6cpTX6b-I/AAAAAAAAAL4/OB0kJiX5N6E/s320/P1040381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313856843732905954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6eGIQB0UI/AAAAAAAAAMA/DQ8tpzoLpCk/s1600-h/P1040391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6eGIQB0UI/AAAAAAAAAMA/DQ8tpzoLpCk/s320/P1040391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313858438474879298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6eG-VcjBI/AAAAAAAAAMI/ZAgrOGvfgXQ/s1600-h/P1040398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6eG-VcjBI/AAAAAAAAAMI/ZAgrOGvfgXQ/s320/P1040398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313858452993117202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;our first theatrical play, Ismail : the last days at KLPac - 27 August 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDXeeJvCVI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Nk_B-8_s3Jc/s320/P1050157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDXeeJvCVI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Nk_B-8_s3Jc/s320/P1050157.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDXenvNNeI/AAAAAAAAAEg/tWGcNGRf-WE/s320/P1050158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDXenvNNeI/AAAAAAAAAEg/tWGcNGRf-WE/s320/P1050158.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDXffUZGlI/AAAAAAAAAEw/TIMlLWrp7_M/s320/P1050160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDXffUZGlI/AAAAAAAAAEw/TIMlLWrp7_M/s320/P1050160.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDXe2laERI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6p_ccuGvChk/s320/P1050159x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDXe2laERI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6p_ccuGvChk/s320/P1050159x.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDXgH97pcI/AAAAAAAAAE4/r2RVxxlaPO0/s320/P1050161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDXgH97pcI/AAAAAAAAAE4/r2RVxxlaPO0/s320/P1050161.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDZFduEUpI/AAAAAAAAAFg/g6VhEIdq8fc/s320/P1050162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDZFduEUpI/AAAAAAAAAFg/g6VhEIdq8fc/s320/P1050162.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDZExFpQjI/AAAAAAAAAFY/nJRh53zLsos/s320/P1050164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDZExFpQjI/AAAAAAAAAFY/nJRh53zLsos/s320/P1050164.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDZDgkfr6I/AAAAAAAAAFA/7NsC7vO6vbw/s320/P1050171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDZDgkfr6I/AAAAAAAAAFA/7NsC7vO6vbw/s320/P1050171.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDZD382FMI/AAAAAAAAAFI/SchGUbz0jhE/s320/P1050168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDZD382FMI/AAAAAAAAAFI/SchGUbz0jhE/s320/P1050168.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDZvgybtUI/AAAAAAAAAFo/75LxaRdhBPM/s320/P1050173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDZvgybtUI/AAAAAAAAAFo/75LxaRdhBPM/s320/P1050173.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;my birthday celebration at Yo! Sushi Midvalley - 15 December 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6iNaWSqCI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/wUqgWkIvtUk/s1600-h/P1050342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6iNaWSqCI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/wUqgWkIvtUk/s320/P1050342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313862961638582306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6iNS6rkTI/AAAAAAAAAMY/JPIBe4qMhfM/s1600-h/P1050343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6iNS6rkTI/AAAAAAAAAMY/JPIBe4qMhfM/s320/P1050343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313862959643726130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fcfec718253d36bb" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfcfec718253d36bb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329899844%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2758BD5435FBE2B071F345A7B8F62413E7F0FDD9.225EF5BFFA959330E5204AE3D5690D0E51920DD7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfcfec718253d36bb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFhd56iWz904hk5SsdCvzPtP-_fg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfcfec718253d36bb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329899844%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2758BD5435FBE2B071F345A7B8F62413E7F0FDD9.225EF5BFFA959330E5204AE3D5690D0E51920DD7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfcfec718253d36bb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFhd56iWz904hk5SsdCvzPtP-_fg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;our funny times in Broadcast lab, giving you 2 pony tails - 23 January 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6iN1rSt2I/AAAAAAAAAMg/OSqinVUc0e0/s1600-h/P1050507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6iN1rSt2I/AAAAAAAAAMg/OSqinVUc0e0/s320/P1050507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313862968974423906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6iNwloXZI/AAAAAAAAAMo/buEXPIN4SrY/s1600-h/P1050511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6iNwloXZI/AAAAAAAAAMo/buEXPIN4SrY/s320/P1050511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313862967608499602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6kYJkqlUI/AAAAAAAAAM4/181V8iAON_g/s1600-h/P1050514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6kYJkqlUI/AAAAAAAAAM4/181V8iAON_g/s320/P1050514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313865345137284418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6iOC9CPxI/AAAAAAAAAMw/7bPRjJvcLqQ/s1600-h/P1050512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6iOC9CPxI/AAAAAAAAAMw/7bPRjJvcLqQ/s320/P1050512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313862972538502930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6kYujNTfI/AAAAAAAAANA/epy7zO32zao/s1600-h/P1050518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6kYujNTfI/AAAAAAAAANA/epy7zO32zao/s320/P1050518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313865355063283186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;our K-session in Red Box @ the Gardens, the nice blurred pictures - 29 January 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6kZTW0NGI/AAAAAAAAANI/QzDy8IfOR84/s1600-h/P1050617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6kZTW0NGI/AAAAAAAAANI/QzDy8IfOR84/s320/P1050617.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313865364943418466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;our feet in EMC's tutorial class - 11 Feruary 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6kZt8JfFI/AAAAAAAAANQ/_SZ4Q04WVdY/s1600-h/P1050641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6kZt8JfFI/AAAAAAAAANQ/_SZ4Q04WVdY/s320/P1050641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313865372079324242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6kZ2IDAyI/AAAAAAAAANY/8ORAtJOGbOs/s1600-h/P1050644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6kZ2IDAyI/AAAAAAAAANY/8ORAtJOGbOs/s320/P1050644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313865374276715298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb98jWZlcSI/AAAAAAAAAOU/fX4irVbAJBM/s1600-h/P1050646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb98jWZlcSI/AAAAAAAAAOU/fX4irVbAJBM/s320/P1050646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314103032070631714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6m_1UZuNI/AAAAAAAAANg/AjprMD6vQE8/s1600-h/P1050645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6m_1UZuNI/AAAAAAAAANg/AjprMD6vQE8/s320/P1050645.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313868225918384338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;our session at Bar-B-Q Plaza in 1U - 11 February 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6nAcoZ6KI/AAAAAAAAANw/TvTlvjOYmf4/s1600-h/P1050717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6nAcoZ6KI/AAAAAAAAANw/TvTlvjOYmf4/s320/P1050717.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313868236471265442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6nAPYlpSI/AAAAAAAAANo/qfILQR_Oh1g/s1600-h/P1050715x.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6nAPYlpSI/AAAAAAAAANo/qfILQR_Oh1g/s320/P1050715x.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313868232915264802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;my gift to you two for Valentine's - 13 February 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6nBNzISPI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JjmeI8PoZCc/s1600-h/P1050780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6nBNzISPI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JjmeI8PoZCc/s320/P1050780.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313868249669585138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;our J - 13 February 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;That was it until here... everything has changed... i hope, after this post, and this trimester, i will be able to put everything behind, although i may look back and laugh or grieve over it, i dunno how or what the future holds, all i can say is, as long as you're happy with what u've done, i will accept it as a lesson, a lost friendship, and as a faded memory...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My rational side of the brain says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I've finally understand why your foundation year was so screwed up... I hope you see this post and think back on what you've done...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;My emotional side of the brain says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;if only things din change...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;My list of besties as of now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;thiv, marv + darren, christy, kosh from my teenage years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;the 3 pigs+TB8 guys+kim yen from foundation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;chi yee from degree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;*this list may be updated from time to time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 165, 0);"&gt;until then, this is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;jOyCe&lt;/span&gt; signing out at 12.57 am , Wednesday 18th March  2009&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/11479974-45355536466381778?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c94f2cc2c5eb1a45&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=fcfec718253d36bb&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/45355536466381778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=45355536466381778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/45355536466381778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/45355536466381778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2009/03/trip-down-memory-lane.html' title='a trip down memory lane....'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/Sb6Fv_eBetI/AAAAAAAAAGA/EjeqgnTz72M/s72-c/P1030728.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-7209253690400264077</id><published>2009-03-16T22:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T22:28:50.543+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>inevitable</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffe4c4;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things going on my mind :&lt;br /&gt;assignments&lt;br /&gt;friendships&lt;br /&gt;old buddies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;things... have changed ever since the last post... and by that, i mean a lot.. i dunno if it will ever be the same again, n i dunno what the future is like... i hope~, no i wish things would've been different, but then again, what's the point if they dun want it that way? things have gone too far 2 turn back... people will change, friends come and go, but true friends stays, no matter what~ happy or sad, good or bad, you said you hope that we'll celebrate more birthdays together, but the one that's coming soon, will not be, u will be doing it alone, just like you've imagined it be. if you din think so much, din care so much, things wud've been different, my live until now... would've been different... I won't be thinking about this anymore, but for the sake of my memory, i'll write it out in the next post, when my feelings are like this again~~ emotionally blank.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffb6c1;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffa500;"&gt;until then, this is &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;jOyCe&lt;/span&gt; signing out at 1o.27pm, Monday, 16th March 2009&lt;/span&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/11479974-7209253690400264077?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/7209253690400264077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=7209253690400264077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/7209253690400264077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/7209253690400264077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2009/03/inevitable.html' title='inevitable'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-4510309483007401932</id><published>2009-01-03T23:06:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T00:32:43.968+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>It's a new year! (and a long post)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 228, 196);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;things going on my mind :&lt;br /&gt;it's my last week at work!!&lt;br /&gt;charles &amp;amp; keith opening in 1U!!!&lt;br /&gt;shoes or phone??!! so much to buy, so little to spend... :(&lt;br /&gt;uni's starting again.. oh, the agony and assignments...&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year to all my readers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny sia's page is currently under renovation... as of 3rd of Jan. 2009, 11pm... can't wait for it to be finished.. he promised to be back up by tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Works ending and uni's starting again.... i dunno what makes me happy, that works ending and i don't need to wake up early in d morning and i don't need to bear those boring mid-month season where biz is half-dead and i have to call ppl for interview, or that uni's starting and there'll be new syllabuses and assignments and being with my friends and the fact that my timetable is quite spaced with monday off again~~... but one things for sure, i'm not making money anymore... :( i like using my own money for my own impulsive purchases.. recently just got a pair of &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; nose peep-toe heels.. which danielle and myself thought it was awesome.. it cost my pocket about RM50+, mum say i shudn't wear it to somewhere that requires me to walk long, rough road conditions as it will spoil the heel... i've just found out that heels that i buy nowadays are at least 3 inches and the most 3.2 inches high.. yes, I do think that i'm not tall enough... *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SV-Nt1tEQWI/AAAAAAAAABg/czLftM2_SJA/s1600-h/P1050186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SV-Nt1tEQWI/AAAAAAAAABg/czLftM2_SJA/s320/P1050186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287100306205983074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 2 months working in &lt;a href="http://www.brightprospect.com.my/"&gt;Bright Prospect&lt;/a&gt;, I've learned a bit about salaries, and employers preferences... how to be effective, how to look and place people at the correct category and job description, how to interview people, how to count salaries, how to ask when necessary, how to communicate and etc. so in a nutshell, i've learned a lot and am not hesitating to go back there when my sem. break's here again, though not that long, and it'll never be this long again... :( that reminds me to update my resume/cv and follow the correct format.. hehe.. previously i've been following my brother's simple format.. which also tells me to increase my expected salary as after the deductions of EPF and socso, it'll be much lesser... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... i had a blast last year for my birthday.... i celebrated it 4 times.. 1st was at my office with my boss and collegues... 2nd was a simple dinner with my family minus my bro(working in singapore), 3rd was with my foundation mates, 4th was with my 2 besties in degree... though we've known each other for a short period of time, we spent a lot of happy times together... so the 1st was a lunch with my company in d office.. had fried rice, KFC, juice, agar-agar desert with cendol, and a cake at tea time.. felt very grateful the fact that i've been there for a short period of time and will be there for a short period of time but they still celebrated it for me, they even bought me a crystal pendant for succesful studies... 2nd was with mum and pa... a simple dinner at bukit bintang in kepong.. 3rd was with foundation buddies in Halo Cafe @ Jaya One... ling hui called all those that weren't present the other day.. and each wished me, and we did a lil' catching up on the phone before the food arrived... we sat a while after food and waited for some singers to sing...l i felt super bad coz' they paid and i thought it was a together, sharing thing, so i thought i'd pay for myself, and i had 2 super expensive 'alcoholic' drinks + a teapot of tea, the bill came up to RM148 for 6... but that's not all.. they even bought a super big cake from secret recipe which i think is at least RM70+... funny things happened when we opened the box... lol ... the had writing on the cake.. but when i opened the box, i saw Happy Birthday yce... HAHAHAHAHAHHAHA.... J.O. got stuck on the box!!! they tried scraping the J.O. to put it back but as future graphic designers, they just drew the J.O. on the cake like writing on sand... hahaha.. after which... we played 'cho tai di' and the one that loses have to roll 2 times on the bed.. haha... i rolled twice, ling hui rolled so many times that i lost count, ling hui gave me a nicely wrapped present with a money detector, a cute mirror and a piece of junk.. haha!! serious, there was no present inside, just a trick... this was on sunday.. 14th december.. on the exact day, monday.. i had to go to work... after work, went back for a quick change and bath, drove to MV to meet jean n chi yee... they were both there already, asked to meet at Yo!sushi.. went there and met them there... did some catching up and eating and pictures.. food was a lil' bit pricey but the quality is quite above average... they gave me a DIY card and it was honestly the least expensive but most meaningful present i've ever received.. they also bought me a piece cake from secret recipe, which we all shared.. btw, the wrapper that they used to wrap my card was coincidently the same as the one ling hui gave me... heheeee... so they sang in the restaurant, i blowed the candle, and i fed them and myself... we also had 'sake'(japanese liquor) that we all share.. sharing is caring and i cudn't have finished it myself anyway... we had conveyor belt sushi, and tempura ala carte, and ordered sushi from the menu.. we shared almost everything.. hehe... once again... they din't allow me to pay.. the bill was RM180... i felt bad as well... i hugged them and thank them for such a great evening... so i din use any money for 3 days except for parking... after dinner, we walked around MV until they closed... hugged, thanked and bid chi yee goodbye, sent jean to the south court to wait for her dad.. chatted for a while, and hugged, thanked and bid her goodbye as well... my 2 aunts gave me RM 70 to spend at the charity event at Hospice @ sect. 14, my youngest aunty gave me a bracelet in a nicely homemade box and i gave myself a nice talk to be thankful for everything everyone did for me! i did not wish for a lot this year, i only wished for everyone to be healthy and happy, 3 times!!! i dunno about next time, but this is definitely the most memorable birthday ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on saturday, 13th december, i went to the twins for their 'open' house party for their birthday... met with my 2 "cutest 'boy-friends'" (quote: mum), whom i've not seen in ages.. fetched thiv and went there... met with C and Adrian, whom i'm happy to see them together... met with people, made new friends with nicky(nicole), munnie,krys i've had a brief intro sometime march 08' and nick(?, acquaintance maybe, cute nonetheless), went for a tour at their 3 storey terrace.. took some pix, food there was awesome!!!!! we had catered nasi lemak, lovely rendang, chachos and beef dip(super-awesome), sushi, satay, and mac n cheese which came out a lil' too late as i was full(i 'tapau-ed' a tub home :D)... we had JD Coke... and smoke and talk and laughs!! i so miss vin n ren.. they look so cute siot!! WE r all still wondering why there isn't a girl in sight yet... so as ppl played shots n ladders, the 'kdu-rians + 1 sesat utarian' chatted with some smoke.. :D went out with krys, nicky n thiv to 7-11 to buy cigs, came back and thiv's IC n driver's license were missing with her hp pouch.. looked everywhere and twins have to start bringing out the strawberry cheesecake trifle, talk about fat! C also brought home-made toblerone cheesecake... so there was a tribute and some cake smashing and laughs before we dug into the trifle and cake... after everything, we looked for thiv's ic n dl.. but to no avail... C was a lil' faintish and red from all those drinking... instead of M/D driving her home, i brought her home, since it was quite late for the twins and they have done a lot for the day... before munnie left, we had one last shot with kathy before she had to keep the shot glass... i downed it drove C home with thiv, den brought thiv back to 7-11 for another search before calling it quits, wanted to bring her to report but the pondok police that used to be there was deserted... so we said, lets do it in d morning... went to Hide to meet with Layka, Claire n they friends.. had some beer and a 2-3 rounds of pool, met with Jaclyn V's brother and drank whisky + sprite with him, played with his phone until the place closed... drove thiv home at 4.30-ish, lodged at her place and remembered that there was a police station opposite Metro prima BHP and the mosque... slept at 5 and woke up at 8, went to police station and reported some story... sent her home and went back to my place for a shower from all the smoke smell from Hide and headed to Curve to see the X'mas lights... met up with mum and aunt sucy there, walked around, had lunch, and went back home in time for 10 winks and headed off to Sect. 17 to pick my friends to Halo.. another long story ends... as i'm feeling sleepy now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the photos from everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;my birthday celebration in d office...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDJQlbf-gI/AAAAAAAAABo/3VDj_DNromQ/s1600-h/P1040973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDJQlbf-gI/AAAAAAAAABo/3VDj_DNromQ/s320/P1040973.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287447249295505922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDJSDI9V8I/AAAAAAAAAB4/xtl8QcF2jBE/s1600-h/P1040976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDJSDI9V8I/AAAAAAAAAB4/xtl8QcF2jBE/s320/P1040976.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287447274450671554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;making a wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDJSZs6psI/AAAAAAAAACA/GJcu4VhISdk/s1600-h/P1040978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDJSZs6psI/AAAAAAAAACA/GJcu4VhISdk/s320/P1040978.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287447280507070146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cutting my cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDJRonDzMI/AAAAAAAAABw/5DlB0YJVNCI/s1600-h/P1040975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDJRonDzMI/AAAAAAAAABw/5DlB0YJVNCI/s320/P1040975.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287447267329166530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pix with my collegues and boss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDLkzx7rFI/AAAAAAAAACI/cwpZRjx3ypo/s1600-h/P1040974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDLkzx7rFI/AAAAAAAAACI/cwpZRjx3ypo/s320/P1040974.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287449795768331346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;the only person missing is my manager.... she went out for client meeting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;my birthday celebration with foundation buddies... not many pix tho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDNeFkGYaI/AAAAAAAAACQ/H6knYKBa8-w/s1600-h/P1050122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDNeFkGYaI/AAAAAAAAACQ/H6knYKBa8-w/s320/P1050122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287451879306322338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;caught right in time to get Ricku's 'huh?' face... hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDNe3-Y0iI/AAAAAAAAACY/Aw-Nx5SYkl8/s1600-h/P1050123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDNe3-Y0iI/AAAAAAAAACY/Aw-Nx5SYkl8/s320/P1050123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287451892838355490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ling hui trying to put the 'O' back onto the cake... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDNe3-Y0iI/AAAAAAAAACY/Aw-Nx5SYkl8/s1600-h/P1050123.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDNfymZGEI/AAAAAAAAACg/bCvpMUUpKzI/s1600-h/P1050125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDNfymZGEI/AAAAAAAAACg/bCvpMUUpKzI/s320/P1050125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287451908575402050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;candles placing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDP_QfkuQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/YKfM1EoVjw8/s1600-h/P1050131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDP_QfkuQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/YKfM1EoVjw8/s320/P1050131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287454648199067906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lighting up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDP_8FXxRI/AAAAAAAAADA/xcfqfvIbWoc/s1600-h/P1050136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDP_8FXxRI/AAAAAAAAADA/xcfqfvIbWoc/s320/P1050136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287454659900327186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Jo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;yce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDNgppp6GI/AAAAAAAAACo/gyRo87_QsTI/s1600-h/P1050128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDNgppp6GI/AAAAAAAAACo/gyRo87_QsTI/s320/P1050128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287451923353036898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDNhIqp5lI/AAAAAAAAACw/NYu_Kp0Fc9s/s1600-h/P1050129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDNhIqp5lI/AAAAAAAAACw/NYu_Kp0Fc9s/s320/P1050129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287451931678729810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDQAU1Xr3I/AAAAAAAAADI/k16MgZKzEqo/s1600-h/P1050138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDQAU1Xr3I/AAAAAAAAADI/k16MgZKzEqo/s320/P1050138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287454666544099186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;our Bruce Fun... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDQAiWActI/AAAAAAAAADQ/vFe1Hv7-O0g/s1600-h/P1050141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDQAiWActI/AAAAAAAAADQ/vFe1Hv7-O0g/s320/P1050141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287454670170649298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...hiding behind the pillow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday at Yo!Sushi @ MidValley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDXeeJvCVI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Nk_B-8_s3Jc/s1600-h/P1050157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDXeeJvCVI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Nk_B-8_s3Jc/s320/P1050157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287462881022904658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDXenvNNeI/AAAAAAAAAEg/tWGcNGRf-WE/s1600-h/P1050158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDXenvNNeI/AAAAAAAAAEg/tWGcNGRf-WE/s320/P1050158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287462883595990498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDXe2laERI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6p_ccuGvChk/s1600-h/P1050159x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDXe2laERI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6p_ccuGvChk/s320/P1050159x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287462887581421842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDXffUZGlI/AAAAAAAAAEw/TIMlLWrp7_M/s1600-h/P1050160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDXffUZGlI/AAAAAAAAAEw/TIMlLWrp7_M/s320/P1050160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287462898515909202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDXgH97pcI/AAAAAAAAAE4/r2RVxxlaPO0/s1600-h/P1050161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDXgH97pcI/AAAAAAAAAE4/r2RVxxlaPO0/s320/P1050161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287462909427557826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDZFduEUpI/AAAAAAAAAFg/g6VhEIdq8fc/s1600-h/P1050162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDZFduEUpI/AAAAAAAAAFg/g6VhEIdq8fc/s320/P1050162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287464650433385106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDZExFpQjI/AAAAAAAAAFY/nJRh53zLsos/s1600-h/P1050164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDZExFpQjI/AAAAAAAAAFY/nJRh53zLsos/s320/P1050164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287464638452679218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDZEaAC5nI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/uM0WTGxkhXw/s1600-h/P1050167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDZEaAC5nI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/uM0WTGxkhXw/s320/P1050167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287464632255178354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDZD382FMI/AAAAAAAAAFI/SchGUbz0jhE/s1600-h/P1050168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDZD382FMI/AAAAAAAAAFI/SchGUbz0jhE/s320/P1050168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287464623114949826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDZDgkfr6I/AAAAAAAAAFA/7NsC7vO6vbw/s1600-h/P1050171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDZDgkfr6I/AAAAAAAAAFA/7NsC7vO6vbw/s320/P1050171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287464616838803362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDZvgybtUI/AAAAAAAAAFo/75LxaRdhBPM/s1600-h/P1050173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDZvgybtUI/AAAAAAAAAFo/75LxaRdhBPM/s320/P1050173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287465372811507010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twins' Open House Birthday Partay~~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDTTA05dYI/AAAAAAAAADY/Yl-nUJ75PCU/s1600-h/P1050002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDTTA05dYI/AAAAAAAAADY/Yl-nUJ75PCU/s320/P1050002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287458286125806978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDTTV--ZfI/AAAAAAAAADg/-seNDr8iEuU/s1600-h/P1050006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDTTV--ZfI/AAAAAAAAADg/-seNDr8iEuU/s320/P1050006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287458291805218290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDTTqOq0AI/AAAAAAAAADo/4b-1ZobhMpc/s1600-h/P1050007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDTTqOq0AI/AAAAAAAAADo/4b-1ZobhMpc/s320/P1050007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287458297239752706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDTUIsWKVI/AAAAAAAAADw/jgIZktnuYpA/s1600-h/P1050020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDTUIsWKVI/AAAAAAAAADw/jgIZktnuYpA/s320/P1050020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287458305417292114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDTUpxrN1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/DOu3-AjyQDE/s1600-h/P1050022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDTUpxrN1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/DOu3-AjyQDE/s320/P1050022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287458314298013522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDVWU43iVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Ab7jVY4AM9U/s1600-h/P1050023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDVWU43iVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Ab7jVY4AM9U/s320/P1050023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287460542074030418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDVXKbPwtI/AAAAAAAAAEI/vs4YAj32YFA/s1600-h/P1050024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDVXKbPwtI/AAAAAAAAAEI/vs4YAj32YFA/s320/P1050024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287460556445303506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDVXb-dZBI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fQb6QXFsXzk/s1600-h/P1050025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SWDVXb-dZBI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fQb6QXFsXzk/s320/P1050025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287460561156400146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the video of Marvin being cornered, pls click:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=53497104357&amp;amp;subj=782674691"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;yup, had a hell of a good time last year... this year however... not so sure... besties r no where to be seen.. some are a hundred plus KM away, another is in the hornbill world.. my long-time bud will be over the seas at NZ, together with my ren at Aussie, marv. will b going to Germany ... such a sad year... i'll most probably b finishing assignments or handing them up... oh~ the emo-ness in me now... pls let me disappear....................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 165, 0);"&gt;ps, this part of the blog post was written on 3rd January 2009, will update soon..&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sorry my bloggie... :D&lt;br /&gt;&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/11479974-4510309483007401932?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/4510309483007401932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=4510309483007401932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/4510309483007401932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/4510309483007401932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2009/01/it.html' title='It&apos;s a new year! (and a long post)'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SV-Nt1tEQWI/AAAAAAAAABg/czLftM2_SJA/s72-c/P1050186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-2381096495666671382</id><published>2008-12-11T19:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:04:22.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>an update of my long forgotten blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 228, 196);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things going on my mind :&lt;br /&gt;SHOPPING!!!&lt;br /&gt;i'm still a devoted shoe fan...&lt;br /&gt;i missed by a bit.. just an inch...&lt;br /&gt;dean's list, dean's list, dean's list...&lt;br /&gt;work... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. i know it's been loong sinch i've updated, like 2 months ago.. but i've been busy, everyday after work, i reach home, slop on the bed, it's either i watch an episode of Gem of Life before i sleep, or i just.. sleep... as the above mentions.. i'm super happy that i finally know that i got into the dean's list!! my dream came true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as i was saying, i'm working now.. not a prestigious company.. but they r small n close... i worked for 2 days in Fuji Xerox, supposed to work till they find a permanent admin assistant.. but who knew they'd find one so quick.. haha.. so in the end, i ended up working for the job agency i applied for.. they said they needed a clerk anyway, so y not i join... haha.. to my surprise, i like working there.. it's not as reputable as FX, but i like the ambience.. the place is small but ppl are very close... and that's what i like.. they've just celebrated my bday on wednesday.. y so early? coz' today's a holiday for selangor, tomorrow my colleague is on holiday, and monday my manager is going for a training.. eventhough the place is small, they make a staggering 150k profits last year... a number that i see everyday... haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway... this year's birthday will be a memorable one.. i'm celebrating it 5 times this year, plus i get great news like the dean's list and ppl complementing me and super-old ppl that i've not met b4 actually remember me.. ppl i've not seen like 4 yrs ago.. haha.. i'm busy meeting up with ppl... besides the working days.. i'm fully booked till 21st.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that was just a brief update and i spotted this tag at sherry c's blog.. figured i'd do it.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Instructions :&lt;br /&gt;* Bold the statement that are true to you.&lt;br /&gt;* Italicize the statement that you wish were true.&lt;br /&gt;* Leave those fibs alone.&lt;br /&gt;* Then, stab 5 people to do the same test. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm 170cm+ tall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't know what I want at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not happy.&lt;br /&gt;I hate my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I hate my life.&lt;br /&gt;I hate my grades.&lt;br /&gt;He drives.&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored of driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have a white handbag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love dancing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I go clubbing every week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping is bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;I have a tattoo of a star.&lt;br /&gt;I got my navel pierced.&lt;br /&gt;I have friends that take drugs.&lt;br /&gt;90% of my friends smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm studying Fashion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have a business running.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;I hate someone.&lt;br /&gt;I have 10 Guess handbags.&lt;br /&gt;I buy PLAYBOY/PLAYGIRL every month.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have faith in the current "one".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My schoolmates know about my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wanted to be a fashion designer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love rock emo bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hate it when people cancel last minute meet ups.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a rebel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I started wearing dresses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;High school's filled with drama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My parents have faith in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've bought shoes this month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blogger bitched about me before.&lt;br /&gt;I hate sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I heart Italian food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate meeting new people.&lt;br /&gt;I hate nail polish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The mother bear gives me hugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;People should start appreciating me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High school was the worst time of my life.&lt;br /&gt;I have cool hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One Utama is my second home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a guy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm scare of my Biology exam.&lt;br /&gt;I hate vacations.&lt;br /&gt;We'll last.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in long distance relationships.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to get high and smoke weed one day soon.&lt;br /&gt;I've robbed an old lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm starting to like applying make-up&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I was stupid.&lt;br /&gt;At times I think I still am a stupid.&lt;br /&gt;I love bitching about people behind their backs.&lt;br /&gt;I hate surprise party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hate planning parties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a sinner.&lt;br /&gt;I have a Wii.&lt;br /&gt;I can live without music.&lt;br /&gt;Video games are a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I miss the father bear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love being in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know how to cook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have 100% freedom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Math.&lt;br /&gt;I love horror films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm happy with what I have&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I slept in my parents' room for 3 days after watching Scream when I was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My old friends keep in touch with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't read newspapers.&lt;br /&gt;The news is such a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;Blogging is a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;I hate animals.&lt;br /&gt;I can't live without make-up.&lt;br /&gt;I curse like a pirate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm happy with my 11 year old car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate people that are smart.&lt;br /&gt;I love Apple juice.&lt;br /&gt;I can't drink for nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I believe that everyone in their teens have lost their virginity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've got a new phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm going to get a new pair of shoes by the end of this month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love clubbing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't worked out since March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love my friends and family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm sexy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  i tag? need i say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 165, 0);"&gt;until then, this is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;jOyCe&lt;/span&gt; signing out at 8.o7pm , 11th December  2008&lt;/span&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/11479974-2381096495666671382?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/2381096495666671382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=2381096495666671382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/2381096495666671382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/2381096495666671382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2008/12/update-of-my-long-forgotten-blog.html' title='an update of my long forgotten blog'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-6077164647157146344</id><published>2008-10-08T19:06:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T23:32:24.926+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='current issues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>the numbers that made my day.... or not....</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 228, 196);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things going on my mind :&lt;br /&gt;i was super-ecstatic just now... :(&lt;br /&gt;what else does she want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just got my exam results and its really super... I got more that i expected as stated in the previous post about my expectations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the magic number is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;3.8250&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;yup, that's my CGPA(Cumulative Grade Point Average which is over a 4) for my Year One Semester One of my 3 years, 8 Semester Bachelor of Communication (Honours) Broadcasting course in Tunku Abdul Rahman University(UTAR).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;well, it's a good foundation, and I think I could get into the President's/Dean's , my lowest score was C+, that's above a C rite? But it's still a C.. haha.... ok here are my results in Alphabets...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Introduction to Chinese Language - A (4.0)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Communicative English - A (4.0)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Broadcasting - A- (3.7)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Introduction to Mass Communication - A- (3.7)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Pengajian Malaysia - C+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I think I'm good at languages and esp. English, but I never wanted to take English Language as a Major coz'......... no interest in it, the subjects are booorrrriiiiinnnnnggggggg, and the field that you can get into are very narrow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, I've read wrongly the criteria of getting into the Dean's/President's List...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get into Dean's List&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i) attempted a minimum of 12 credit hours and obtained a GPA of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.6000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and above &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;(Checked)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ii) no barred, repeat, resit and absent units &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;(Checked)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;(iii) no grade of “C” and below &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;(mine is a C+, is it still a C? Besides, Pengajian Malaysia is a LAN compulsory subject and is not included in the CGPA for that matter, does it still count? Am I still in??????!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President's List however&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i) attempted a minimum of 12 credit hours and obtained a GPA of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.8500&lt;/span&gt; and above&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; (just missed by a bit [0.0250])&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ii) no barred, repeat, resit and absent units &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;(checked)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(iii) no grade of “C” and below &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;(refer above)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my dream of getting into the Dean's List will come true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Why was I ecstatic before and changed so quickly? Not because I MAY not make it into the Dean's List, but because all my mum has to say was "So make sure your other semesters don't drop to pull your CGPA down lor...", my ecstatic-ness just disappeared... just with her one sentence... why can't she be happy with what I have now and worry about the future later?! I know her sentence makes sense but I just wanted to hear something like a "You've done very good, girl!" It just makes me feel more like not achieving anything in the future... then I don't have to stress too much on achieving and expect too much from her... I was sooo happy at my results that I got myself soaked wet in the heavy rain just to go get it to give her somewhat a surprise, but that was never there... I thought the soaking would be worth it... Sometimes, it's little things and words that I wanna hear from her that makes me prepare for some surprises like this... Maybe I expect too much... 3.8250 isn't something big, it's just one of the "great" achievements that an above-average-scoring-girl like me thinks of it as...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;anyways... I will put a ChatBox on my page soon... I hate it when my friends have to comment in that way, out of the page...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Will post about my trip to Malacca as well... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 165, 0);"&gt;so, with much happiness and disappointment, this is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;jOyCe&lt;/span&gt; signing out at o7.47 p.m. , 8th October  2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479974-6077164647157146344?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/6077164647157146344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=6077164647157146344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/6077164647157146344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/6077164647157146344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2008/10/numbers-that-made-my-day-or-not.html' title='the numbers that made my day.... or not....'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-830111989231159400</id><published>2008-10-07T13:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T14:45:45.917+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weirds'/><title type='text'>18 weird things about me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 228, 196);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things going on my mind :&lt;br /&gt;*please call, please call*&lt;br /&gt;what weird things are there of me?&lt;br /&gt;HUNGRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was tagged by Sherry C to do this... found it fun actually, din know i was soooo weird... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I talk to myself, &lt;del&gt;often&lt;/del&gt; ,&lt;del&gt;frequent&lt;/del&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ALWAYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2. I procrastinate&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; a lot&lt;/span&gt;... wait, that's not something weird rite? ok, lemme try again, i'm fat coz' i procrastinate, and the blog is seldom updated coz' of it too, that weird enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;3. I like to pull guys leg hair for fun(only those I'm close to), same with sherry... :D i don't do that often though... started with my father.. haha.. the fact that he has a few strands left on his legs is proof... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I love curry, but never fresh chillies or the lot or those chinese sambal chilly sauce for chicken rice and stuff... almost same as sherry's as well.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; I like to carry the bags of stuff I've bought during shopping but nothing heavy or groceries... :P same as sherry also.. yup, that makes it 3...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I fantasize &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A LOT &lt;/span&gt;of everything, about being slim and pretty in heels, about being a hot actor's gf, even breaking up couples and the lot, anything you'd never imagine me thinking of, weird huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Despite my size, I do starve myself once in a while, when I feel like I've eaten too much at a time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I can be very 'emo' at times, thinking about sad things... esp. when songs reminds me of things I relate the song to, ie: ai cuo by lee hom to someone I've had feelings for, for a looooonnngggg time, too long actually... but i still love the song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I'm still a &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;virgin&lt;/span&gt; when it comes to having relationships with boys, and that's why i can't imagine myself with a guy doing what couples do... weird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. (only 10? I feel like I brought out too much d...) Honestly, I still bite my nails, though not as often now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. When it comes to clearing up my room, I do it once in a while, but very thoroughly, so thorough that if something is not how i want it to be, I'll crack and cry in anger, so if you were to stay with me in d future, please get away straight away, if not, I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WILL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; make you indirectly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I'm super-duper dirty when I want to, I once went on for 2 days without bathing, but now I take care of my face a lot(eventhough it looks worse), so I bathe at least 1ce a day(yeah, i know, still not enough). And there was another time, I din wash my hair for um.... 4 days or more... hahaha.. coz' i was trying to go for some natural wavy hair, so i tied it up and din wash it for that long thinking when i tied it long enough, I'd get the style I want for a long time, but it only lasted for less than an hour or so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.The fact that I have a car, I can drive to somewhere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;not too far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt; just to eat something, just to satisfy the craving... (McD's, cendol, fried fritters, 'tong sui', cheese cake, etc. talking about it, I feel like eating, coz' the whole puasa month I din get to eat any of those...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I only re-vamp/give my blog a new look when I'm in a crazy state of mind, by crazy, I mean like bored until crazy, sometimes I even do it when I have a lot of things to do, just to runaway from the fact that I have those things to do, sort of like running away from my responsibilities...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. My blog title has nothing to do with with its contents... coz' I very malas to upload photos, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;16. I love the little things in life that people do, either to make me happy or just because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I think I'm good in science(SPM 1A, my parents asked why I did not apply for science stream then?) and I like to experiment with things, like if my car has a sort of sound, I'll try to find out how the noise come about and why... I also remember or try to figure out the sequence of the traffic lights I stop at if I have the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I watch porn... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's education OKAY&lt;/span&gt;~~&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I sweat a lot... like more than a guy normally does, I think I have hyperhidrosis, a medical term for people sweating too much, even on palms and feet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I want everything with me when I go anywhere... like recently when I went to Malacca, I had to have a pair of heels, a pair of flats, and a pair of slippers with me.. in case we suddenly come out with the idea of going somewhere spontaneously, u wudn't wear a shoe to a hot spring rite? or heels for jonkers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I expect too much at times(people to remember certain things or details), and I plan too much all the time(a day out with friends, I need to know the time to meet, what to wear, who'll be there, what we'll do, how much money i have to bring, what to ask, what to say, etc. ) if something comes unexpected, I feel like the whole plan needs to be changed... and i hate it when ppl cancel last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I hate waiting for people and I hate it when I make people wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I almost stalk the people I like, like I'll try to get any info I can get of them, even IC numbers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I never read books when I'm free, I only read when I'm not free... like when it's exams and I'm supposed to revise, I'd go read a book not related to my studies instead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oops) haha.. I have 24 weird things about me and if any one of the first 18 u don't count as weird, I have 6 back-ups.. :D suddenly feel like I'm such a weirdo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I'll tag anyone who reads, except those who's already done it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 165, 0);"&gt;until my next update, this is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;jOyCe&lt;/span&gt; signing out at o2.37 p.m.,  7th October 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479974-830111989231159400?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/830111989231159400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=830111989231159400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/830111989231159400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/830111989231159400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2008/10/18-weird-things-about-me.html' title='18 weird things about me...'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-8308675252892963392</id><published>2008-09-27T10:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T10:36:32.887+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>one of my shortest posts... :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffe4c4;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things going on my mind :&lt;br /&gt;MALACCA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffb6c1;"&gt;After about 3-4 years of not being stable with his job, jumping here, jumping there(some he stayed for quite a while) my bro is finally starting work in Singapore soon.. :) i heard it's a permanent one.. :D all smiles for me.. finally i sort of have one burden off me... well, when i heard my bro wasn't doing well, i was worried coz' i dun wan the whole family to depend on me in d future.. just in case anything happens, u see... so since he's got a job there and the pay is much higher there and it's more advance there(some reasons i like Singapore) i'm so happy.. after maybe a few(?) years perhaps, he'll be able to settle down, i think... in many years to come.. i hope that i could fly to somewhere well paid to advance there... but then again. everything of me is here, the culture, the people, the 'hour-long' jams that make your leg strained after driving, the food especially, rojak-ed food!!! but anyways, lets see how it goes, i'll talk about it now, but when i go out, i'd know how hard it is.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I'm going to Malacca today, later in d afternoon... so excited about it.. my bag is full to it's max potential and heavy as well. i dunno how to describe the person i am.. i like to have all things ready for anything, like one pair of clothes for this, that etc. i have 1 wedge, 1 flat and a slipper that i'll wear to places... i just don't like to be out of the pack, the black sheep.. :D i wonder how i packed the other time... rite.. i had a dress the other time.. haha.. that's why it was much spacious... i even brought another foldable bag that i bought from watsons for less that RM3.. i hope it's useful.. :) i just like to have everyting i want with me, when i need it.. if possible, i wish i could bring my whole room there.. haha..  anyways.. i wanna have fun, though tis time we're not going to Pure Bar anyway, it's like a club, alcohol, smoke, dancing, live band and the like.. i'm waiting for someone to bring me to one in KL.. hehe, esp. Zouk.. :P okiez.. anyway.. i've blabbered too much about non-sense liao.. i'm just trying to relax my anxiousness by blogging it out... i'm always anxious before something big like this.. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffa500;"&gt;until then, this is &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;jOyCe&lt;/span&gt; signing out at 1o.37 p.m. , 27 September  2008&lt;/span&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/11479974-8308675252892963392?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/8308675252892963392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=8308675252892963392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/8308675252892963392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/8308675252892963392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-of-my-shortest-posts-d.html' title='one of my shortest posts... :D'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-6942007926404502514</id><published>2008-09-19T22:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T18:26:17.059+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>of work and plans for the next few days..</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 228, 196);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things going on my mind :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 228, 196);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;del&gt;empty&lt;/del&gt;................... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 228, 196);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;woohoo!!&lt;br /&gt;work n earn that dream phone of mine!&lt;br /&gt;boredom will arise&lt;br /&gt;when shall i go meet val n thiv?&lt;br /&gt;procrastination is still winning, my poem is still untitled and undone...&lt;br /&gt;what to pack to malacca?&lt;br /&gt;i hope the job is still open when i come back... :D&lt;br /&gt;my room is such a mess...&lt;br /&gt;i wanna meet up with old frens!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;del&gt;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;well... just finished my exams.. well, not 'just' it's been almost a week by now and i've just only decided to update, why? procrastination... :D sorry... seeing ppl's log so frequently updated, i feel so lazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;my exams went pretty well... i &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt; TIPS... weird to see my saying that ei? well, i don't doubt tips does give us a narrower scope to study, but we students nowadays are depending too much on it! and i mean TOO MUCH! but nonetheless, it has helped a bit in my exams and i hope i don't need to rely on it to succeed in future.. i bet my chinese paper will get at least an A-.. communicative english, i'll hope for a B+ above, BC, erm.. i hope for a B+ and above, PMalaysia?anything above a pass is desireable, and last, Intro to MC, anything above a C is desireable.. :D I hope to get into the president/dean's list and this is my chance to start a good foundation to achieve it.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;straight away after exams, there was the 48 hours challenge.. it went well besides the BIG turn up of only 12 ppl.. no doubt the videos and ideas were very interesting and Mr. Beh even wanted to expand on one of the groups production on how a girl's life is changed by things happening around her.. story based on a somewhat true story with a bit of twists.. while filming &amp;amp; editing  one of the videos, i gave some ideas, and it turned out really nice.. :D not taking credits for all this though, i wasn't a part of the team, i din join.. i had other things going on.. the other group had sem2 seniors to help, so i doubt they'd need my help/ideas.. i must say the group i helped punya video, came out to be a little bit spookier than expected.. but nonetheless, the slapping scene was amazing, will post it up when the video is posted on YouTube! actually, i think this event went quite well despite the turn up, if there were more people, it'd be noisier, crowdier, and too many people in a group(groupthink: only dominant people do the planning and others follow,or maybe too many cooks spoil the broth/a few hardworking teammates and a few sleeping ones) and not enough seniors/experienced people to help.. though everything did not finish in time.. if we minus the time we used to go out makan, bathe, sleep, it'll definitely be successful.. the one thing ihate to do now after this thing is that i have to write a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;tooot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;-ed report and submit it by 6th... *hrmphh* :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;it's been only almost a week into my 3 and a half months holidays and boredom has already started to take over my life... today, i felt so out of place, under the weather and the utmost boredom... i'd kill myself if i really can't find a job as good paid as the one my friend introduced me to.. I hope it's still available when i come back.. this da*n-ed job pays about $1500 p/m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; for data-entry... too bad they want immediate employees.. i'm not available until 2nd october, which is a raya holiday mind you.. y m i only available by then? coz' i'm going to MALACCA for 4 days with my foundation besties!!! i've informed my friend that if the job is still available, please call me again, or i'll call u!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;may not be somewhere far and exotic, but going somewhere and spending time with people you love is somewhat an amazing thing to do... i wish i could drive there.. haha.. but then again, the price of the petrol would already take away half of my spending money there.. so we're taking a bus there and back.. in d middle, my friend who'd just got her license will drive us to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;del style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;heaven&lt;/del&gt; places, the thing is, she's just passed her car license, she doesn't need/have a probationary license, which in terms of driving in Malaysia, the SMALL ,red 'P' u see sticking on a corner of the windsheilds... but what u not know is that she rarely has training with driving since she got her license and she will be driving an old manual car.. so i'll keep my left hands on the upper passenger handle and my right hand on the hand brake... :D &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;just in case.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;but other than that, we'll have more fun than the other time we went there.. coz' the other time we had to rush here &amp;amp; there.. this time, we're not going to muar coz' the host says there's nothing nice to do there... :( but anyway.. we have a lil' surprise for her(the one from muar) and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;del style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;we&lt;/del&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; I hope to see her cry... :D (evil..) anyway.. i'll finally have enough time to go and walk at Jonker's and wherever else i wanted to go but din manage to the last time.. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;last but not least, i really hope the job is still open when i come back... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;*prays* please please please...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 165, 0);"&gt;until then, this is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;jOyCe&lt;/span&gt; signing out at o6.24 p.m.,  25th September 2o08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: to everyone that celebrates Hari Raya, Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri... maaf zahir dan batin... :)&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/11479974-6942007926404502514?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/6942007926404502514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=6942007926404502514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/6942007926404502514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/6942007926404502514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2008/09/of-work-and-plans-for-next-few-days.html' title='of work and plans for the next few days..'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-4593388479355405699</id><published>2008-09-03T18:17:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T18:50:59.664+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='current issues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>a long update</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 228, 196);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;things going on my mind :&lt;br /&gt;EXAMS, EXAMS, EXAMS!!!&lt;br /&gt;poem!!&lt;br /&gt;when can i lose the kilos?&lt;br /&gt;i'm so happy that i washed + waxed my car..&lt;br /&gt;but mum took it out to make it dirty again!&lt;br /&gt;STUDY!!!&lt;br /&gt;what m i gonna do for the next 3 months?&lt;br /&gt;i wanna see him during the '48 Hours Challenge'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 228, 196);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;sorry for the lack of updates in my blog.. but i wish things could come out from my mind just like a printer... i'm lazy to type.. but i blog.. haha.. such an oxymoron..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;so exams is on and the first is on saturday (what a bummer! an exam on saturday!)luckily it's not a major one.. it's just CE.. something i'm quite confident with.. i guess... have 5 papers to sit for.. (yay!) haha.. just one subject less for me to worry about.. and then there is the 'not-so-cramped-up' exam timetable.. which gives me more time to procrastinate.. haha.. mum's started her usual 'exam-season' nagging on why i have to excel and all.. so have to buckle up.. not as attentive to class like i was.. but hey.. i can do it.. no doubts about that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;i've put their picture on my wallpaper on my desktop and it's just so perfectly nice.. the perfect lighting and all.. though i doubt it's anything great if anyone sees it.. but the emotions in d pic is really nice and i love it.. can't post it out here coz' people know them.. and i don't wanna get caught with issues here.. only my other 2 anvils know.. + my foundation bfs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;last week.. the last week of my Year1Sem1 semester(25th-29th) was a week with much experiences.. not that much if compared to some.. but in a week, it was a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;on the 27th :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 228, 196);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I went to an entertaining play directed by Choo Mun Bel(aka Bel).. our sem2 senior.. so it was quite nice.. the setting was we were asked to sit on the floor.. it's new.. and the show was nice.. very emotional.. i like the part where the husband slapped the wife.. so much emotion and reality.. so real! it was worth it..  :D though the turn up was disappointing, but it was nice.. nonetheless not many ppl to cramp together with.. the actors i remember was paul- the mr. bean guy, Joy, wei kien(spelling dunno correct o not? the successful girly guy!), then there is sherilyn pang- our classmate-the humourous sapu lantai aunty.. and the wife.. dunno her name.. but really good portrayal of her character... and doris.. the actress from taiwan.. the husband's girlfriend..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;then I went to a play in KLPAC .. Ismail, the last days.. it was a musical and it was quite nice.. my 1st play in a theater and it was a 'wow'-er... the orchestra, the actors, the songs.. and lastly, i saw Douglas lim from the kopitiam series with ash nair from M. Idol 1.. no offense, but douglas has grown horizontally.. hehe.. cute nonetheless.. den there was Tan Sri Ng Yen Yen.. minister of something.. hehe.. got complimentary tix there.. got quite front seats and got some effects as well... haha... went there with 2 anvils and shawn.. met mr. beh and our graduated senior who got the tix for us there.. the ticket holder, mark, our chairman for film club was late.. we went for a tour in the restricted areas from tha senior since se checked that the play wouldn't start yet... luckily we got in, in time.. luckily they started a lil' late-r.. so jean + shawn sat in my car n i drove to jalan ipoh to chi yee's hse.. chi yee knows the way.. it's near her place, so it's perfect.. hehe.. we went out for dinner at 'tai kar hei' near her place and its just a few shops next to where i ate with mum n aunty sook kuan at 'sin kar hei' haha.. such a competition.. went to CY's hse at 5 something to avoid d jam.. reach CY's hse almost 6... den CY got ready n we went makan.. ordered veg, 'kulou' meat, fish with garlic and spring onions(has healing effects for wounds, shawn previously got in a lil' accident so it's good for him) and sizzling tofu.. was satisfied and the meal was a treat from CY's aunty.. coz' her aunty din cook to cater us, so she(the aunt) paid for the meal... THX CHI YEE's AUNT!! :D den we hang around for a while and took photos as it was still EARLY.. like almost 7pm only.. the play is at 8..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SL5BAqc_34I/AAAAAAAAAAY/U1_dFIPyu_o/s1600-h/P1040323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SL5BAqc_34I/AAAAAAAAAAY/U1_dFIPyu_o/s320/P1040323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241698495957557122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me n shawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SL5DV3esjfI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lVJoSstvLSA/s1600-h/P1040333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SL5DV3esjfI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lVJoSstvLSA/s320/P1040333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241701059254849010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me n jean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/63861005@N00/2824580608/" target="new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3091/2824580608_9b49a4112d.jpg" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;me n jean, the hatred one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/63861005@N00/2824582372/" target="new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3289/2824582372_67f6d5fae6.jpg" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;our meal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/63861005@N00/2823747743/" target="new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3014/2823747743_4bfce61b22.jpg" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;me n Chi Yee (notice the same watch?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/63861005@N00/2824585668/" target="new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3207/2824585668_2e8156de40.jpg" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;us 3 AnVils&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/63861005@N00/2824587344/" target="new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3130/2824587344_ece3980d6f.jpg" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;after the dinner.. about half past 7.. we drove to the theater... was still raining, and car park almost full liao... luckily can find parking and have to walk a bit.. was wet a lil, den went to toilet.. den started snapping pix again while waiting for mr. beh + mark..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/63861005@N00/2823752451/" target="new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3204/2823752451_449ab7b1e1.jpg" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;mozart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/63861005@N00/2823754077/" target="new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3101/2823754077_7d24053a26.jpg" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;us 3 with me looking a bit flirtatious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/63861005@N00/2823755007/" target="new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3086/2823755007_aaab5cbedf.jpg" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;harith iskandEr, people just seem to get his name wrongly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;it's not iskandAr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/63861005@N00/2824592536/" target="new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3285/2824592536_629f85ef4f.jpg" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;tchaikovsky...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/63861005@N00/2824594260//" target="new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3192/2824594260_90cfd7ced4.jpg?v=0" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;failed shot, but i love me in this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/63861005@N00/2824595126" target="new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3016/2824595126_cc81fbd65d.jpg" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;my 1-time-self-shot success... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/63861005@N00/2824596686/" target="new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3285/2824596686_543db3a184.jpg" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a group photo of us with the poster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;we went in just in time(8.35+), they were going to start dy.. when we sat, the orchestrians were just about to go to their places.. the beginning of the musical was nice,in the middle of the 1st half of the show, we had rain effects.. hehe.. seriously, we were looking at each other in d line as if to ask 'did you feel that?' silently.. den when there was an intermission.. we were talking to each other about the rain drops.. mr. beh suggested we use the umbrella we brought along in the theater.. open it up.. and sit there.. when ppl think where r we from and all, we say "Helpla! Sunwayla!" haha.. but at the end of the show, there really was 'rain' on the stage.. it's to show that it rained when Dr. Ismail died.. I wonder if the story is based on facts.. its weird that he could get his wife pregnant at such an old age(well, he looked old).. and that he had a very flirtatious lover from aussie in the 1940's... haha.. interesting.. this will definitely not be the last play I'll go to.. will go to more when i have friends and ,money to accompany...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;thurs, we had to hand up the proposal for 48 hours challenge and it took us 1 whole day.. first it was getting it done, den signed by members of the committee, den it was sending it to DSA officer, Mr. Chiang(din know how to spell mr anthony's full name, so just continued with mr. chiang.. den mr chiang say this cannot, that cannot drove back to PF, got every mistake corrected, signed by mr. beh, by us etc. send to mr. anthony, den we went into the torture room.. where we had to sit for almost an hour listening to crap b4 'she' told us to correct this.. cannot approve.. she was crapping so much about things exco members should know and i'm there listening(i'm not exco member, i'm organizing secretary) jean was super fired-up, coz' morning till early evening (about 4pm) tak makan.. me oso.. and i can't believe i lived on candy for the whole day until i ate at about 5 something... den mr. anthony told us about a talk near our campus.. so we agreed to go.. after sending Chi Yee to lrt, me n jean went to KFC and makan puas-puas... after that, friday she wasn't in, so no point to correct the proposal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;den on friday, 29th me, jean n CY, went to a talk by Wing Shya.. a renown photographer from Hong Kong who's worked with Wong Kar Wai, one of the top directors in HK whose works include 2046, and In The Mood For Love...he was there to talk to us about his experience and style and content.. we got reservations for this coz' Mr. Anthony, our DSA officer for Film Club invited us to go.. so many photogs+designers there but 3 sesat broadcasters.. haha.. the whole talk was in cantonese.. luckily i understood it.. after the talk, about 11... we went to Murni to makan.. 1st time bring Chi Yee go, Jean second/third time liao.. eat until 12 something, send them 2 back to PG, den chiow-ed back home and slept...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;on sunday, went to malacca in d afternoon to go to my uncle(father's blood-cousin)'s wedding.. 1st, my bro came to pick me at 2, den we went to my distance-cousin's place to pick my aunt, den we went on the road to malacca via north-south highway.. we went south, of course.. bro drove fast as he always does.. we stopped for a re-fuel and lunch( bro n i at mcd) before entering the toll.. father n aunt talked non-stop for about 3 hours.. we took so long coz' of the soldiers going back from the parade were hogging the fast lane... they were going so slow, putting their hazard lights on and going on the fast lane.. no common sense one.. den, we went to my cousin's tofu factory for a visit... met up with my 'niece+nephews' who call me by my name actually.. hahaha coz' they're older than me.. by about 10+ years.. so u can imagine how old my 'cousin' is... she's even older than my mum... haha.. but still according to family history, they should call me aunt, but hey.. i follow the western way.. whoever's older will have the respect.. haha.. my 'nephew' called me aunty 5 in a jokingly manner, which refers to my mum.. which i despise.. it makes me so old... but they were talking about how my mum looks young and not me looking old and that i've put on weight etc. den we ate fresh fried toufu... with nothing.. it tastes so nice.. i ta-pao-ed a bit and a bit of toufu-pok home.. slightly pass 6, we went to my father's another cousin's place... near the dinner place... chat for a while, den we went to the restaurant.. food was up-to-par, the smallest wedding dinner i've been to.. only 11 tables, but i like it this way.. small but all family.. met up with some people i've never met who claimed "you've grown up so much and look so much like your mum", and some people i think i've met, but cannot recall.. haha.. that's the thing with meeting with distance family members... after food, about 9.45pm, the ceremony ended.. we started our journey back at about 10. reach KL about 11.45pm.. well, with my bro's driving and the clear night highways, it's no wonder that he could get back in KL so fast la.. i reached home about 12.30.. changed, talk to mum for a while, den hit-the-sack...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;monday was replacement holiday, went to mid v with mum and aunty sucy, shopped a while, at 2pm went to amarin in MidV for lunch.. food was spectacular... maybe i've never eaten thai for a while so it explains why i ate about 3 bowls of rice... we had, green curry, fried platter for appetizer, beancurd and basil leaves, and deepfried cat fish with mango salad.. had the red ruby(water chestnut and nangka in coconut milk) and chendol for desert.. the chendol there uses real gula melaka and it's very tasty... the bill came up to 100 bucks.. but very satisfying and filling nonetheless...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;tues, we came about 10 to finish correcting the proposal and get it done with.. after mr. beh sign, we signed etc. we sent it to her again.. this time, with mr. beh.. surprisingly, this time she talk much littler compared to the other day, but she still crapped.. she appreciated that mr. beh took the time to come to see her... everything finished at almost 12... den mr. beh brought us to lunch.. his treat.. :D at 1st, he wanted to go my elephant, but it was under renovation, only open for dinners that day.. den we wanted to go to the 100 dishes malay corner to try out.. but bulan puasa.. so 'so heng'... in d end, we went to the 17 market.. the one with a 'toilet-like' building.. to have our simple lunch, called kuey tiao forgot to ask the lady to not put the clams in.. so had a big spoonful of it wasted.. at first, we thought we'd pay for ourselves, den mr. beh said it's his treat, so we thanked him.. den we went back to PC, bid our goodbyes and thank yous den we left for MidV... haha... study week, but still can go midv.. walked a bit, drank san francisco coffee, walked somemore, shopped a bit, and ate a bit.. Chi Yee don't like animals, so she went to her california fitness gym instead... den we went pet's wonderland for a while, mum called to pick her up.. den headed back to PJ... i'm sorta lucky coz' everytime i go to shopping complexes.. i don't tend to get caught in the traffic jam side of the road... hehe.. on the way back on jalan university, i was following jean's father's car, which was supposed to pick her.. so when her dad stopped, i stopped behind him, she got down, i went to pick my mum, we went for Sri Paandi and headed home.. watched tv till 1 something, den died on the bed (not literally).. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;wed, this morning, i woke up, washed up, and brought my car to wash.. MYSELF that is.. washed and waxed it for a full 2 hours.. 1st round is washing with car detergent and all.. the tyres were the parts i paid most attention to.. den rinsing with water, i wiped it dry, den started to wax it.. my 1st successful time waxing.. the real 1st was a disaster.. in the end, i went around the car for about 10-15 times.. after everything.. my 'dear' looks so shiny now.. only to come back to find out that my mum wants to use the car.. the whole day!!! so much effort for nothing? i hope not, let's wait until my mum comes back with the car... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 228, 196);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 165, 0);"&gt;until then, this is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;jOyCe&lt;/span&gt; signing out at 6.I7 p.m.  , 3rd September  2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 228, 196);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479974-4593388479355405699?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/4593388479355405699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=4593388479355405699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/4593388479355405699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/4593388479355405699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2008/09/pesky-little-details-to-update.html' title='a long update'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SL5BAqc_34I/AAAAAAAAAAY/U1_dFIPyu_o/s72-c/P1040323.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-4958395054333508114</id><published>2008-08-21T22:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T23:18:57.574+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vents'/><title type='text'>venting out my current anger!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffe4c4;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things going on my mind :&lt;br /&gt;why was she so stubborn?!&lt;br /&gt;did i evaluate correctly?&lt;br /&gt;why can't i have friends like them?&lt;br /&gt;why am i having headaches?&lt;br /&gt;i'm so free i can finish my poems, but why can't i?&lt;br /&gt;Return to Cuckoo's theme song by ChiLam Cheung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffb6c1;"&gt;I'm really quite down these few days.. thinking 'how could i have had her as a friend since the beginning?' why couldn't i find back the friends I've had in foundation? there has been a mistake in our assignment and i've clearly pointed out to her but she was so adamant!! ARGH! i hope this feeling will fade, coz' i dun want this feeling to follow me for 3 years!! i have been very lazy since the beginning of the sem, not putting effort in the assignments and all, coz' she takes everything and does it by herself.. i don't have anything to do, and when i don't do anything, she says i'm not contributing enough! when i give her the things i need to do, she doesn't use it! waste of efforts getting the info and my pc fixed for nothing! sorry for the excessive use of exclamation marks, but i can't take it! i'm not one that expresses my feelings out like she does and its hurting myself.. i don't wan anyone to have a grudge against me or anything.. maybe and i hope it's not permanent, that this feeling is just one of my mood swings... my headache is not doing any good either... it's been here since wed.. i fear for the worst case scenarios.. with such good imagination.. it's no wonder i have such things going on my mind.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;rite now.. mum's talking to bro on the phone.. bro have not been doing well lately.. don't know when he'll be stable and all... i HOPE he will in a years time or so.. and i HOPE i won't be like him in future... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i miss my old friends.. i miss thiv, darren n marv.. my 'metro sexual' bros.. haha.. yeah.. coz' i've just listened to my course mates presentation on metro sexual, and i do think they are.. ehehe.. :P no offense, metrosexualism is a good thing for the guys.. i prefer them that way, though not all the time.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;i've been seeing some love birds' PDA's and i seriously can't picture myself doing that.. i just have too much testosterone in me.. and it's proven by blood test mind you... yes, i have more than average male hormones in me.. but let's not go any further or i'll freak you out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;i haven't been watching much dramas on TV, let alone online ones.. been sooo lazy to dl since my dumb chinese viewer rosak-ed.. hate it when i can't view chinese characters in my comp... planning to format my pc and adding in the chinese language pack and have to get ready to back up files, but not the viruses as well.. haha.. yes, i have viruses in my pc and am not proud of it.. all from the UTAR's pcs'.. but don't worry.. i'm very careful of what files i open.. :D esp. those where ppl send to u through msn and all... urgh.. hate those so much... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" &gt;my heart's empty once again.. i hope.. i just can't forget how talented he is.. piano,violin, producing... ARRRRR!!!! with his ever-wide smile.. *sigh*. oh ya.. 1 year ago, i crushed on a lecture mate.. and was disappointed to find out that he was just only taken that time.. now he's broken up with her.. no happy feelings but felt a lil' disappointed.. they were so sweet together.. oh well, better not prolong the pain if they're not suitable.. that's another point i think of when getting together with someone.. it's most of the time, never forever.. maybe we're still too young to think of all these.. forever, marriage and all.. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffb6c1;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;just only finished my chinese oral test.. did quite well tho.. dunno the marks and all but it was ok.. ms. helen asked me to explain my personality as i am growing up and all and i told her i'm childish and ppl thinks i'm childish and all, but she said i'm very warm and i bring a lot of joy to ppl.. hehe.. so glad.. i hope i did..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. i sincerely wish everyone out there is not as unhappy as i am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffa500;"&gt;until then, this is &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;jOyCe&lt;/span&gt; signing out at 1o.57pm, 2ist aUgusT 2oo8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;p.s: Beijing Olympics will end soon.. stay tuned for the closing ceremony on 24th of april.. i think it's going to be at 8 as well... the opening was spectacular.. the closing should be too.. :D&lt;/span&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/11479974-4958395054333508114?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/4958395054333508114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=4958395054333508114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/4958395054333508114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/4958395054333508114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2008/08/venting-out-my-current-anger.html' title='venting out my current anger!'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-687706502332194049</id><published>2008-08-11T20:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T21:20:06.277+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my class'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>of heels and blog's new title...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 228, 196);"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things going on my mind :&lt;br /&gt;what to wear for PM presentation?&lt;br /&gt;how am I going to present in Malay?(I stutter!)&lt;br /&gt;when can i watch SATC?&lt;br /&gt;when can i finish my 'How To Walk In High Heels'&lt;br /&gt;and get my hands on 'A Girl for All Seasons'?&lt;br /&gt;STILL NOT DONE WITH MY POEM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 182, 193);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;lately, it's been somewhat boring.. last week din have classes for Thurs and Fri... so that makes it a 4-day rest... WRONG! i dun really think I've had the rest I've wanted these days.. my biological clock is somewhat wrong.. either i get sleepy way b4 my usual 11 pm bedtime... or I sleep late afternoon and stay p past my usual bedtime... all i want is a day of rest with nothing in my mind, in a cold-room with Bergamot burning... ahh... that day WILL come... i hope..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mentioned, supposed to meet Danielle at her casa , so i did, it was friday.. had to send my mum to KL on thursday.. so i went to her place at 12.. met shen lin, her sis, danielle has always said that her sis and mum remembers me the most.. coz' I'm cute.. haha.. :D she had her lunch... we chatted for a while.. den we went up to her simple,cool but cozy room.. i love her room coz' it's so much like a typical teenager's dorm room.. with a small cupboard with super lots of posters and little notes that she loves, a mini TV,a study table with computer.. a single bed and still lots of place to walk.. and did i mention that it has an aircon? surprisingly to say, my room, in fact, my place here, has no aircon.. aircon's bad for the skin.. plus with electricity bills burning our ass.. it a good thing that there's no aircons.. who's laughing now? anyways.. mum did wanna install one for my room since i complained.. but the contractor said it'd be too messy and they'd have to drill a lotta holes.. so i decided not to have my room messy.. as long as i can live here, i dun mind.. :D&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. back to the point.. so we chatted and chatted and chatted like we've never met for ages.. well, we did, not meet for ages.. we're so ignorant nowadays that we ignore the fact that our friends would still be there when we WANT to meet them, that we seldom keep in touch nowadays.. i'm dissapointed with myself about that fact.. guilty as charged.. i miss thiv!! and ze twins.. :( thinking back of the times when we went to Langkawi together was amazing! memorable and worth cherishing.. so wish we could go back to the times when we were so naive and hatred-free..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to Carrefour coz' danielle asked to go somewhere.. after the piano and some videos.. we went there to do some of my shopping.. household items that is.. i'd never be caught dead in a super mart 'shopping' for things i'd wear! haha.. unless it's comfy and it fits or rather i'd fit... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;and why was 2 days' classes cancelled? miss mai, BC lect + tutor went to a seminar in U_M.. forgot the middle alphabet.. so that explains Thursday's only class cancellation and friday's early class cancellation.. moreover, the lazy IMC lect finished her syllabus for the week and we specifically erquested for the day off so that we didn't need to attend her 1 class on friday... some ppl travel VERY far to just come for the classes.. and moreover, many had to go home to get their parents' signature for the PTPTN loan thingy.. so yea.. that explains the request also.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;she also cancelled tomoro's class.. so there'd be a 3 hour break in d middle.. dunno what i'm gonna do.. miss morning's CE class or go back during the 3 hour break to change baju for PM at 3.30 or stay there and finish up my chinese exercises that needs to be passed up on wed.. have tonnes and tonnes of em' not touch.. as usual the lazy, over-confident me.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;i guess that's pretty much it for the past few weeks... i love my heels and though they hurt.. is till love them.. my very first heels 3 inches high.. and i have lots of other heights but this one's lovely..  will post a pic about it when i get my camera on it.. btw.. changing my blog's title to 'The Shoe Addicts Closet.. hope i can then post lots of picture of my passion.. shoes and dresses and clothes.. :D wish me luck... i've been wanting to change to wordpress.. but i've adapted myself to blogger and it's hard to leave somethings behind and start over...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 165, 0);"&gt;until then, this is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;jOyCe&lt;/span&gt; signing out at o9.17 p.m. , 11th August 2o08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;p.s: just in case i don't post anything soon.. there'd be a lunar eclipse on 17 Aug morning.. between 2 something.. to 6.30+ be sure to catch it.. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/11479974-687706502332194049?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/687706502332194049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=687706502332194049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/687706502332194049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/687706502332194049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2008/08/of-heels-and-blogs-new-title.html' title='of heels and blog&apos;s new title...'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-8429056718344213542</id><published>2008-08-04T20:52:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T21:45:01.047+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my class'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='current issues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>a day of feeling appreciated</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;font color="#FFE4C4" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things going on my mind : &lt;br /&gt;will I ever find love?&lt;br /&gt;when will I finish my poemS?&lt;br /&gt;what shall I wear for CE presentation?&lt;br /&gt;what should I do with the 2 anvils tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FFB6C1" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently met danielle, a long time friend since std 1... so much memories going on together in our minds... i was very touched and glad to hear her say "you're my best friend forever" and "i love you forever"... I felt very appreciated.. I doubt I've ever heard anyone say that... truthfully, that is... she may have been a ***** sometimes.. but hey who doesn't? going to meet her at her casa maybe thurs/fri.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fun sent me a msg today.. he said so long never seen me.. etc. felt a little bit wanted.. haha.. felt that some ppl actually appreciated my presence.. suddenly, today is all about ppl appreciating me! hehe.. brings my mind off of those who don't appreciate me.. so happy today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't met thiv in ages since our last lunch at spicy after carnival, 1 month was it? or 2? see.. that's my point, i don't even remember when we'd last met.. damn my brain.. need to increase virtual memory... delete old stuffs and i mean.. seriously OLD stuffs... and hurtful things of course... but its hard.. having assignments and presentations to memorize.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do love presentations but i don't like it when it's not my forte... when i presented "Fashion" that was the only topic I find that relates to me so far.. did a wonderful performance and gotten great compliments.. though i must say, i was the 2nd best at presenting.. not to brag a lot about myself but now.. i feel intimidated by my new classmates... there's almost 3-4 better speakers than me.. part of them is jean... one of the anvils.. she makes her point so clearly that you dare not say no.. and she makes a superb motivational speaker.. i was very touched by her mini-presentation the other day and it really opened up my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since joining degree.. i have not found my inspiration yet to study... its as if i'm taking a honeymoon... I hate this.. i wish to get good grades.. but i just can't seem to find any inspiration.. no motivation at all.. at least in foundation, i anticipate to come to class.. but in this class.. i just can't seem to find such anticipation... *sigh* is it coz' of ppl i don't like seeing? or ppl that don't attract me to class? or izit ppl that i've seen one too many times? or the class is just toooo small? there's 2 and a quarter tutorial classes now.. compared to 4 tutorials last time.. the only time i like coming to class is for BC(Broadcasting with Ms. Mai), CE (Communicative English with Dr. Carmen) and ICL(Intro to Chinese Language with Ms. Helen) the two other classes are boring shits..  IMC(intro to Mass Comm) the lecturer teaches like she's teaching some kindergarten kids and her english is so sucky.. pardon me if anyone that likes her reads this.. but i hate it when lecturer's english are not up to par.... and also PM(Pengajian Malaysia) which everyone loves to hate.. it's basically history.. ONCE AGAIN! moreover.. i hate tuesdays.. the damn timetable is like from 9.30-6.30... damn 'so heng'(potong steam in a way) coz' i can't eat damn KFC's Happy Tuesday! hahaha... nola.. it's just that the classes are purely long and boring... one more thing that doesn't encourage me to classes is that the guys in my classes are.. um... how should i put it????? not attractive?  yea.. basically just that.. and ppl told me that broadcasting has a lot of handsomes and pretties.. blugh.. bull shit.. but i don't deny that we've got much handsomer seniors.. haha.. and they definitely have much more students than our class... I soooo miss my TB8!!!!!! we had joy(ce) we had 'fun' we had ricku in the class.. haha.. ricku wasn't supposed to be in there.. season was supposed to be there.. but season is from another TB.. ok ok.. i guess that's a lil' bit too much information for ppl not from UTAR.. haha.. nvm.. i think I'm out of things to say  d...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FFA500" &gt;until I find more words to type..  this is &lt;font color="#FFFF00" &gt;jOyCe&lt;/font&gt; signing out at o9.37 pM , 4th August 2008&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479974-8429056718344213542?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/8429056718344213542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=8429056718344213542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/8429056718344213542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/8429056718344213542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2008/08/day-of-feeling-appreciated.html' title='a day of feeling appreciated'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-3922723380857986259</id><published>2008-08-02T08:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T20:44:21.545+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='current issues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>a little update of my words</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#90EE90" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a week since my last update, don't worry, this won't be another video entry... life's been ok to me.. but love is being so cruel... what i can say is, I'm on another poem, have not finished it.. contemplating whether to write my heart's feelings or the fantasy one... so basically, now i have 2 versions of this thing... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, after the mid-terms, i'm not thinking about the results, that's what I always do... I just take things too easily.. what can I do? I'm somewhat a carefree person... yea yea, mum always nags, but i'm good at closing my ears.. I'm sooo missing my foundation friends LH,SS n XL... that day, we went for a dinner at murni, me, lh n her bubu... had so much laughs talking about our life's for the past month or so.. planning to go up there for a visit if i EVER have the transport to do so... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 AnVils are getting closer n closer by the day... with frequent plans and random outings, its no wonder were now the 3 AnVils and with no one else... hope this will last till the end of our lives... and now with the deduction of gossips since some people said they're not together.. we're just so boring... and about my bullet that losts its head... went to BTS to find it, but it looks totally different and it was 1 time more XC(btw, XC is an online abbreviation for expensive) than the original... so i thought, so what, make it a different one, jean's clear, chi yee's blurr, i'm head less?? hahaha.. what a joke... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our group may be small but in terms of close friends, the smaller the better, the more gossips on more ppl and the less of 'other' ppl's feelings we have to think about... this was a true experience, in foundation, we had 2 groups, you'd know if you've read my old blog, so mine was 4 girls and 5 guys... the other was 8 girls? dun really remember... so the other group had 2 sub-groups and later, one of the girls had a fight with another, then started the 'dun wan 2 friend you' drama, you know, them one where one doesn't mix with her, the whole group doesn't mix with her? yea, so basically that's how i've learnt that a small group is better than a big one.. but then again, jean's worrying that no one's coming to us as in woo-ing of some sort.. r they too intimidated by us? or are we not up to their standard? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, ms. helen, my chinese lecturer has told us to find a bf while we're still studying because when you go out to work, all you think of is only money... so the relationship there is not genuine... i dunno if i'll ever find one with such a money-mind like me.. :P, saw a porche on the jam to klcc, my mind was already screaming "the guy in the car, MARRY ME!!!" though i did scream that out... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno... i think i'm somewhat a girl version of a typical car-loving guy, i love fast cars, and hope to drive one.. and also I sayang my(somewhat) car like how a usual guy would love their 'wife'... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. if you haven't already figured it out.. i'm having a crush(again!) on a senior, no further details to that coz' he'll be so recognizable if i put out any other details, can you imagine how unique he is then? well.. as always, the early bird gets the worm, he's taken d.. and that was the sad part... anyways... no handsomes in my class.. lots of pretties though... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have no idea what to talk about d.. will post when I'm in a crazy mood.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*update*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for a talk today conducted by Kasih Hospice in Sin Chew Jit Poh... it was an amazingly rewarding session... firstly they briefed each other about their activities for the past month, exchanging experiences and opinions on seminars and talks they went to, then the 2nd part was the what i anticipated for today.. it was a talk on animal assisted therapy, not only for the disabled and elderly, but also for people who are depressed etc. there were ppl from Pet Positive where the organization focuses on animal therapy for disabled and elderly... and mr. Anthony, one of the ppl who share with us his experiences being on a wheelchair for 37 years, dogs have made his life more meaningful and easier.. he was also recently the council of MBPJ and frequent writer in theStar... the experiences he share with us and how he showed us how Su(the golden retriever service dog) in trained to help him with his disabilities and he also told us how selfish ppl are at not making places disabled friendly... it was a wonderful day for me.. I've seen a lot of things somewhat differently now.. and I'm planning to adopt a cat.. a baby kitten.. :D still planning as there's a lot to think about.. i just hope they will not jump out of the balcony... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*updated at o8.57 pM, the same day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FFA500" &gt;until then, this is &lt;font color="#FFFF00" &gt;jOyCe&lt;/font&gt; signing out at i2.27 pM, 2nd aUgUst 2008&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479974-3922723380857986259?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/3922723380857986259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=3922723380857986259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/3922723380857986259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/3922723380857986259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2008/08/little-update-of-my-words.html' title='a little update of my words'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-1263631771071557798</id><published>2008-07-23T17:47:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T20:44:21.546+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='current issues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>mid-term's over!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#FFB6C1" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mid-terms are over... but the nightmare is only half over... still have the results to see.. i hate exams... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's some of my favourite videos on youtube.. i have so many videos on my blog that i might as well change my blog into a vlog.. hehe... enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petronas always has the best festival ads..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cqDdhloTLM4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cqDdhloTLM4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dP-j6vUGwK4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dP-j6vUGwK4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the song by my seniors Mark Woo and written by Quek Shio Chuan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V75aa6KrxmM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V75aa6KrxmM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some other miscellaneous videos by seniors and Shio Yee, senior's sister... their family is damn talented...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6GpDavEFOQw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6GpDavEFOQw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7EBgrVX3yFQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7EBgrVX3yFQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TTr-4bQBUoU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TTr-4bQBUoU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sx5h6_DR3Os&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sx5h6_DR3Os&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5CDRjoJ_Cs0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5CDRjoJ_Cs0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_bRdF3zwlDM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_bRdF3zwlDM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cnsFu8ljUR8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cnsFu8ljUR8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oTQzQL36zg0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oTQzQL36zg0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*edit*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winning video of 4 Astro Nextgen Contentprenuer Awards for Outstanding Music Video, Exceptional Lyrics, Finest Music and Arrangement and Phenomenal Art Direction awards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PYlfIg0bTnM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PYlfIg0bTnM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FFA500" &gt;until then, this is &lt;font color="#FFFF00" &gt;jOyCe&lt;/font&gt; signing out at o5.57 p.m,, 23rd July 2008&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*edited on July 24th at 6.47pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479974-1263631771071557798?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/1263631771071557798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=1263631771071557798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/1263631771071557798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/1263631771071557798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-mid-terms-are-over.html' title='mid-term&apos;s over!'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-784422257127183829</id><published>2008-07-19T09:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T09:28:47.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my love for cats...</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#FFB6C1" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you all have not already knew, I LOVE CATS~~!!! so here are some Simon's Cats video I've found on my Google Video which I put as my homepage.. hope u'll enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s13dLaTIHSg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s13dLaTIHSg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w0ffwDYo00Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w0ffwDYo00Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4rb8aOzy9t4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4rb8aOzy9t4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FFA500" &gt;until then, this is &lt;font color="#FFFF00" &gt;jOyCe&lt;/font&gt; signing out at 9.27am , l9th July 2008&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: i hope no one's gonna be angry coz' i'm not gonna update my blog until a week or two, got 3 freaking mid-terms in a row to prepare for and also presentations... and new radio station assignment plans... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479974-784422257127183829?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/784422257127183829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=784422257127183829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/784422257127183829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/784422257127183829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2008/07/until-then-this-is-joyce-signing-out-at_19.html' title='my love for cats...'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-1668366723392308534</id><published>2008-07-13T20:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T20:44:21.548+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Sorry to keep ppl waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#FFB6C1" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this video I've found on my homepage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XFd5hicddQk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XFd5hicddQk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.random-good-stuff.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sorry to have neglected my 're-vamped' blog for so long... plz do bear with me a lil while more, it's mid-sem &amp; mid-terms n assignments are coming.. please save me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FFA500" &gt;until then, this is &lt;font color="#FFFF00" &gt;jOyCe&lt;/font&gt; signing out at o8.57 pm, 13th July 2008&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: 7/11 is officially a holiday for me from now on... it's something worth celebrating... see it in my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ljoyce.blogs.friendster.com/love/2006/07/deja_vu.html"&gt;friendster blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was not posted on the original date, but 1 year after the happenings, still can read it there.. whatever happened after 1 year, was still very flattering... i wish the me now would have opened up that time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus it's a day where the official 3 AnVils were born... &lt;br /&gt;nosy Joyce the Lee&lt;br /&gt;crappy Kawaii the Choon&lt;br /&gt;perverted Jean the Yee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got special symbols to represent us, but mine is somewhat lost, I'll find it back.. I swear to go to the deepest shopping mall to find another!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*updated 19/07 for dancing liquid video*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479974-1668366723392308534?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/1668366723392308534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479974&amp;postID=1668366723392308534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/1668366723392308534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479974/posts/default/1668366723392308534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/2008/07/sorry-to-keep-ppl-waiting.html' title='Sorry to keep ppl waiting'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511889448156347663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NWoYugpia8/SetRuv8xckI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iucav5NfKA0/S220/P1060889.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479974.post-7040405551449758541</id><published>2008-06-21T22:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T20:44:21.549+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='current issues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='return'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>gUeSs WhO's BaCk</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#ADFF2F" &gt;mE oF cOuRsE... hahhah... yup.. i'm back after 3 years + of not updating... decided to re-vamp my super old blog, any updates in d meantime is in my &lt;a href="http://ljoyce.blogs.friendster.com/love"&gt;friendster blog&lt;/a&gt;... not like its 'that' updated as well.. yup.. life has been totally cool nowadays, with my confidence building up as well as my friends list! hahaha... i mean offline and online as well... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these few weeks have been a little bit turbulent... lots of assignments in d making &amp; been to malacca for our broadcasting assignment, was fun and messy though.. malaysian studies have to hand up by tuesday and i'm missing him... it wasn't like that at all, but after seeing his super-recent photos, memories flashed back &amp; i read through my old blog, i wish i could be the girl i am today, i was at carnival, perhaps &amp; maybe my last time seeing him... he's in F6, by saying this, i guess ppl who knows me well know who i'm referring to.. yup, i can't believe i'm still in it after all these years... i still have those feeling in my "broken heart" post, whenever i read it... besides him, there's the other guy i saw in d photos with him.. many didn't know i actually like him before, or do they? well anyway.. many things have changed since the past few years, the happy &amp; the sad... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my foundation year, i've made a lot of new friends, its easy, but now in my degree year, i'm findgin it hard, its like you have to repeat the process again.. its pretty hard for me as well as my 3 best piggies... i think d hardest would be for ling hui, coz' she's alone in kampar with other ppl she barely know and having daniel as her housemate doesn't help either, with him locking himself in d room the whole day... anyway... the guys in my class then is totally different than those in my current class, most of them are sort of la-la and guys who go with pretty girls... me on the other hand, like my previous bunch, d bunch i've been with for the past year, fun,rick,boo,kboon,niy,kai, and the new member ah 'God' haha aka shen jie... boo gave him the name god(in cantonese) coz' it was hard to pronouce is name then.. :P anyway... the sheep (mian yang aka xin leng) have been doing weel, she loves her classes coz' its portfolio based &amp; there's no finals... her expertise in drawing will help... she's lucky to have Boon, someone from TB8, in her class with her.. me on the other hand, have no1, NOT A SINGLE SOUL from TB8 in my class... even lecture!! haiz... some have changed course, just so they could be together in kampar &amp; my other cute pig, stars(gorilla aka see sing) couldn't make it pass foundation, in fact, of the bunch, only 6(me,xl,lh,kb,kai,li werng)[out of 10] of us made it through... some will seek help from us.. i hope we're free then... anyway... lots of heart-felt stories in d middle of the whole foundation process and dun to summarize it all, crushed 2 times then.. one from my class, and another with gf, no chance at all, nuff said.. last day of our exams, we went to SS2 for farewell and to celebrate J E's bday... for more info, check out my &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=36143&amp;l=b26d8&amp;id=782674691"&gt;facebook album&lt;/a&gt; after that, we(4 pigs) went to &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=36146&amp;l=9fe33&amp;id=782674691"&gt;muar&lt;/a&gt; &amp; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=36149&amp;l=42917&amp;id=782674691"&gt;malacca&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those were the days we were having pure fun x 4... haha.. had a truth or dare session at malacca and dirty secrets were revealed and i suddenly feel so small... and i've been driving for half a year + so, if anyone wants to go yum cha with me, give me a nudge... i'm SUPER-free on Mondays... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm also going to do something on my &lt;font color="#FFDAB9" &gt;BOOOORING&lt;/font&gt; page so, do wait for the update.. am going to be busy these few weeks, with assignment hand-up and mid-term... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FFA500" &gt;until then, this is &lt;font color="#FFFF00" &gt;jOyCe&lt;/font&gt; signing out at 10.27 pm, 21st june 2008&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps, the first part of this page was first composed at September 3rd 2007, 10.07 am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479974-7040405551449758541?l=ljoyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljoyce.blogspot.com/feeds/7040405551449758541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 
