<?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-3941598399548185649</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:37:03.728+08:00</updated><category term='hao kai xing wor.'/><category term='the bottom part.'/><category term='oh and i voted for pinafore. go go pina exclamation mark.'/><category term='peekchers refuse to be uploaded after several trials. tmr.'/><category term='da lan gu nia ini'/><category term='stomach&apos;s dying. too lazy to edit error too. -_-zzzzz'/><category term='joys adala wanita yang bar ling lawa scarely. tehaha. thankyou thankyou ^.^'/><category term='so random'/><category term='a guy sticks his location in a girl&apos;s destination to increase population for the next generation do you get my explanation.'/><title type='text'>tall and slim and tall and slim and slim and slim</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joysdequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941598399548185649/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joysdequeen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>shut up and read.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024977157635026858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941598399548185649.post-2293324504961605309</id><published>2007-09-13T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T21:33:03.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;i wanted to post something up here in this blog of mine which many other bloggas put as " my blog's collecting dust " blah shiet blah shiet. but i lost the motivation the inspiration to. pffft. bye my life's happend so much i got myself so goddamn much thangs when momsie came. she's left for thailand just this evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;my &lt;em&gt;expenditure ( ? )&lt;/em&gt; for this september's holiday is ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mary jane&lt;/strong&gt; - 43.80 $&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NUM tom&amp;amp;jerry vintage and a purple top&lt;/strong&gt; ( jaw. ) - 129.80 $&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;guess handbag&lt;/strong&gt; - 189.90 $&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a black and a white red top&lt;/strong&gt; - 69.20 $&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;green vintage&lt;/strong&gt; - 20 + $&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;star necklace&lt;/strong&gt; - 15 $&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a blue belt&lt;/strong&gt; - 10 $&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a long orange top&lt;/strong&gt; - 28.9 $&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bobbi brown lathering tube soap&lt;/strong&gt; ( coconut abstract and apricot oil. ) - 47 + $&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bobbi brown vitamin enriched face base&lt;/strong&gt; ( shea butter, carrot and vitamins a c e. ) - 80 + $&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bobbi brown overnight cream&lt;/strong&gt; ( milk whistle and sweet almond oil ) - 70 + $&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a mathematics revision book&lt;/strong&gt; - 12.80 $&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a french curve&lt;/strong&gt; - 3.70 $&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a story book&lt;/strong&gt; ( god's callgirl. ) - 32.04 $&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;an inspirational poster&lt;/strong&gt; - ? dollas \ cents.&lt;br /&gt;and a few other bits of thangs brr.&lt;br /&gt;momsie's enrolling me and the brothers to tennis class this end of year holiday. focus is zeroed to sport and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;not dance anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. gah gah gah. moms told me to get a tennis costume if you even call it a costume. tennis outfit ? whatever =&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a tennis &lt;em&gt;kdaskgjf&lt;/em&gt; in case there ain't one in myanmar. y'know the ones from puma. real kickass nice. anyways, end of year's will be spent cruising over at hong kong's disney land. wehehe. i love super love duper love extremely love roller coasters &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;moms told me not to go chop my tresses off cos she had a hair stylist which can work well on hairs. so yupps. i'm expecting a new hair style. i pray hard he won't just chop my tresses off like no body's business. &lt;u&gt;LIKE THE OTHER TIME&lt;/u&gt; ! i wish not to further elaborate =&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye you. i wanna go eat oranges now =&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;baby where you get your body from ?&lt;br /&gt;tell me where your body from&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i got it from my momma&lt;br /&gt;i got it from my momma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah love this song. first time hearing. love the lyric &gt;.&lt; from fergie w/ will - i - am.&lt;br /&gt;william ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies? x3&lt;br /&gt;Here we go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby where?d you get your body from?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me where?d you get your body from.&lt;br /&gt;Baby where?d you get your body from?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me where?d you get your body from.&lt;br /&gt;I got it from my mama.&lt;br /&gt;I got it from my mama.&lt;br /&gt;I got it from my mama.&lt;br /&gt;I got it got it got got it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby where?d you get your body from?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me where?d you get your body from.&lt;br /&gt;Baby where?d you get your body from?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me where?d you get your body from.&lt;br /&gt;I got it from my mama.&lt;br /&gt;I got it from my mama.&lt;br /&gt;I got it from my mama.&lt;br /&gt;I got it got it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honey lookin good from her head to her toe.&lt;br /&gt;Beauty overload, body out of control.&lt;br /&gt;She twenty-four, she could be a model.&lt;br /&gt;So beautiful, also natural.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy lookin good from her head to her feet.&lt;br /&gt;She forty-four, but she still lookin sweet.&lt;br /&gt;And you can tell her daughter aint even at her peak.&lt;br /&gt;Cause her mama lookin so hot, packin that heat.&lt;br /&gt;So be a good girl and thank your mama.&lt;br /&gt;She make me steamin like a sauna.&lt;br /&gt;Look out, look out, here she come now.&lt;br /&gt;Look out, look out, here she come.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby where?d you get your body from?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me where?d you get your body from.&lt;br /&gt;Baby where?d you get your body from?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me where?d you get your body from.&lt;br /&gt;I got it from my mama.&lt;br /&gt;I got it from my mama.&lt;br /&gt;I got it from my mama.&lt;br /&gt;I got it got it got got it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby where?d you get your body from?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me where?d you get your body from.&lt;br /&gt;Baby where?d you get your body from?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me where?d you get your body from.&lt;br /&gt;I got it from my mama.&lt;br /&gt;I got it from my mama.&lt;br /&gt;I got it from my mama.&lt;br /&gt;I got it got it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl, your beauty is a sensation.&lt;br /&gt;You sittin in, in a temptation.&lt;br /&gt;I never knew a girl could shine like a sun.&lt;br /&gt;You better thank your mama, cause girl, you the one.&lt;br /&gt;We should have a date of celebration.&lt;br /&gt;Celebratin god?s best creation.&lt;br /&gt;Girl you got a beautiful vibration.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday should be your birthday, hun.&lt;br /&gt;You make the guys all dumb.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe cause you?re blessed with the beautiful buns.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe cause your beauty keep the dudes on sprung,&lt;br /&gt;Wonderin just where you got that&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;from.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby where?d you get your body from?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me where?d you get your body from.&lt;br /&gt;Baby where?d you get your body from?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me where?d you get your body from.&lt;br /&gt;I got it from my mama.&lt;br /&gt;I got it from my mama.&lt;br /&gt;I got it from my mama.&lt;br /&gt;I got it got it got got it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby where?d you get your body from?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me where?d you get your body from.&lt;br /&gt;Baby where?d you get your body from?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me where?d you get your body from.&lt;br /&gt;You can tell all this right here,&lt;br /&gt;I got all this from my mama?&lt;br /&gt;All of this stuff right here,&lt;br /&gt;I got all this from my mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies... x7&lt;br /&gt;Here we go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If the girl real fine,&lt;br /&gt;Nine times out of ten,&lt;br /&gt;She fine just like her mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the girl real pretty,&lt;br /&gt;Nine times out of ten,&lt;br /&gt;She pretty like her mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if her mama real ugly,&lt;br /&gt;I guarantee ya she gon? be ugly like her mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if her mama real ugly,&lt;br /&gt;I guarantee ya she gon? be ugly like her mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the girl real sexy,&lt;br /&gt;Nine times out of ten,&lt;br /&gt;She sexy like her mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the girl real hot,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nine times out of ten,&lt;br /&gt;She hot just like her mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if her mama real ugly,&lt;br /&gt;I guarantee ya she gon? be ugly like her mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if her mama real ugly,&lt;br /&gt;I guarantee ya she gon? be ugly like her mama, like her mama?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby where?d you get your body from?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me where?d you get your body from.&lt;br /&gt;Baby where?d you get your body from?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me where?d you get your body from.&lt;br /&gt;You can tell all this right here,&lt;br /&gt;I got all this from my mama?&lt;br /&gt;All of this stuff right here,&lt;br /&gt;I got all this from my mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you pretty, make some noise.&lt;br /&gt;If you pretty, make some noise.&lt;br /&gt;If you pretty, make some noise.&lt;br /&gt;Make some noise, make some noise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies? x4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941598399548185649-2293324504961605309?l=joysdequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joysdequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/2293324504961605309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941598399548185649&amp;postID=2293324504961605309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941598399548185649/posts/default/2293324504961605309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941598399548185649/posts/default/2293324504961605309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joysdequeen.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-wanted-to-post-something-up-here-in.html' title=''/><author><name>shut up and read.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024977157635026858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941598399548185649.post-2235839444164391721</id><published>2007-09-06T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T22:14:12.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;hey yo yo yo ! today was such a leg killing day ! well, literally. i woke up early in the mornig at 8 o'clock just so i could " bathe " at the garden as i thought the water was still down. i was still all sleepy head when i entered the bath room. turned on the tap, forgetting about the whole no water thang but taa-dah ! water streamed out of it like a waterfall. fast forward, farah and i decided to skip today's mathematics class which would probably last for an hour or so. i got ready, yes, i got ready&lt;strong&gt; for the second time in my entire life&lt;/strong&gt;, faster than whoever i wanna meet. it was like 11 or 10 odd when i was putting on my merry jane. farah was still bathing so i went back into the living room and read archie's. blah blah blah, i met her at king albert's. janelle came too so she was telling me that keren's staying at garden vista so we were like, wanna call her and everything. texed her and she was at ka's too ! so we were like searching for her and finally, found her. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;she's still as gorgeous as evaa !&lt;/span&gt; kinda awkward la, we were just talking baout school life and friends. like how lian they are now and everything. i hope we can meet up with her again =&gt; it's been so long and i wanna catch up with all the things we three missed =&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keren left us cos she still had her ff friends. we kinda lost our mood to study and shiet so we grabbed a burger each, chomped it down. lol, not exactly but just figure of speech. and we went over to the railway track &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iIiIiiiiIiIIiiIIiiiIiI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;found ! t hehehehehehehehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;took pictures like duh and we hunted down this old rural feeling place called the mayfair, if i'm right. that place's a total gorge man ! so pretty de lohs. lawrence called and decided to meet him to play pool which honestly speaking, i dislike, &lt;strong&gt;very much.&lt;/strong&gt; it's just not my kinda thang. jannie and far were kinda good at it. i just stood there jaw droppingly watching them. oh henry was with law. i didn't know &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was henry until law said " you ask henry take ( picture. ) " and henry helped us took a picture ! sadly, i look deseased. brr. left. they left for westmall. we left for roti prata. jaw and lance \ lanse \ lense \ lence wanted to meet us for roti prata too but they took the wrong bus and ended up at clementi =.= so after j f and i ate, we were like leaving the place, walking along these other food stalls, the one opposite beauty world, the one with the whole stretch of food stalls, farah " melvin. " ed me. i looked front, to those food stalls and ta dah ! saw mel there. he was having dinner with his dad and brother i think. i said hi and yeah, left. sent farah and janelle home. this is the first time in my two years of blogging whereby i actually told you guys &lt;strong&gt;EXACTLY&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;ACCORDINGLY&lt;/strong&gt; how my day went.&lt;br /&gt;yippppppeeeeee. momsie's coming tomorrow. can't wait to see her &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;oh jannie's coming over to hotel tomorrow to have a swim with moi de worh de norh de wrh de norh de worh de norh de worh de norh de worh de norh norh norh !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941598399548185649-2235839444164391721?l=joysdequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joysdequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/2235839444164391721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941598399548185649&amp;postID=2235839444164391721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941598399548185649/posts/default/2235839444164391721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941598399548185649/posts/default/2235839444164391721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joysdequeen.blogspot.com/2007/09/hey-yo-yo-yo-today-was-such-leg-killing.html' title=''/><author><name>shut up and read.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024977157635026858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941598399548185649.post-8693002940420856322</id><published>2007-09-04T03:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T03:25:46.678+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hao kai xing wor.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;shiet shiet shiet shiet shiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm dead excited now, in the middle of the night at 3.16. i feel the adrenalin rushing for their lives in me it's making my heart pump faster, and yet, still faster. i&lt;em&gt; cannot&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;stop&lt;/strong&gt; thinking about it i have to type quick to get back to it. no not what you think, silly. i just deleted a total of 273 messages from my inbox and 100 odd from my sent items. anyways, just like magic, after the good amount were deleted off my inbox, it automatically guided me &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. so it's marc's. yeah remember the last time when i'd be deleting hell of a message just to get RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE &lt;strong&gt;but to no avail&lt;/strong&gt; ? and ended up falling asleep ? yes, now at 3.19 am, i have. and i didn't even plan to do it. i was just deleting as usual cauz my inbox's flooding. it contained of 1700 odd but now i think it's gone down a little. yes, anyways as i was saying, the " unable to send &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;!@#$%%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;^ message. " thang was back so i gotta start mess clearing and guess what !? i didn't even have o go through alllll of ekx's messages !!! i just pop ! and guided me somewhere else. anyways i wanna sleep but i'm so energetic now i told jason to wake me up at 9.30 just now but i don't think i heard him so i wanna go sleep now bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941598399548185649-8693002940420856322?l=joysdequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joysdequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/8693002940420856322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941598399548185649&amp;postID=8693002940420856322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941598399548185649/posts/default/8693002940420856322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941598399548185649/posts/default/8693002940420856322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joysdequeen.blogspot.com/2007/09/shiet-shiet-shiet-shiet-shiet.html' title=''/><author><name>shut up and read.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024977157635026858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941598399548185649.post-5459441497278692552</id><published>2007-09-02T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T23:12:29.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;okay. as i am typing this, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; actually listening to &lt;strong&gt;my own record&lt;/strong&gt; of " &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;littlest&lt;/span&gt; things " by lily. pretty good. i just did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dj&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sammy's&lt;/span&gt; candlelit dinner version of &lt;em&gt;we're in heaven&lt;/em&gt;. that was good stuff. anyways. i just watched &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;step&lt;/span&gt; up and that is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;shiet&lt;/span&gt; man ! it was good, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;really good&lt;/span&gt;. tempt me more in ballet. i wanna do ballet. i hope i can i mean about my age and blah. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;momsie&lt;/span&gt; wants me to do it. i wanna do it too but i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;gotsa&lt;/span&gt; diet first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;a'right&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;okies&lt;/span&gt;. i watched pretty lot of show yesterday. i did ' who's the nanny ' starring scarlet j. nice. it's about this nanny looking after this filthy rich kiddo. i cried. one sad part. and then i did john tucker must die which was, just like the critic said, &lt;em&gt;mean girls has found its&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;match&lt;/em&gt;. my devil wears &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;prada&lt;/span&gt; take hell of a long time to load so i won't be watching that. anyways ! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;jazzie's&lt;/span&gt; here. he said he just watched a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;korean&lt;/span&gt; drama &lt;u&gt;that made him tear&lt;/u&gt;. " i cried thrice can you believe it ? " &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;tsktsktsk&lt;/span&gt;. okay. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;gotsa&lt;/span&gt; make a move i guess. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;needa&lt;/span&gt; remove my nail polish &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;cauz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; having a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; remedial tomorrow brr.&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOPE MOMS COMES TO SING ON SEPT HOLS BYE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i changed my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;limewire&lt;/span&gt; the illegal downloading site's layout. goddamn nice. it's dead &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt;. crazy cool.&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/3941598399548185649-5459441497278692552?l=joysdequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joysdequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/5459441497278692552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941598399548185649&amp;postID=5459441497278692552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941598399548185649/posts/default/5459441497278692552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941598399548185649/posts/default/5459441497278692552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joysdequeen.blogspot.com/2007/09/okay_02.html' title=''/><author><name>shut up and read.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024977157635026858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941598399548185649.post-2314916785010219174</id><published>2007-09-01T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T11:08:30.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;okay. a quickie here. went to westmall to meet my &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; primary school friend, &lt;u&gt;xinying&lt;/u&gt;, @ westmall then went to arab street with farah and her together. got a message from aloysius asking if wanna watch a movie with him and friends. so blah blah, met them in orchard,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; lido. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my favouriteeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; anyways ! he introduced his friends who're all from bukit view, secondary four and five.&lt;br /&gt;they were&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; steven&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;kenny&lt;/span&gt; and the other guy whom i can't really remember the name. but i think i've seen him in recess a couple of times before. anyways. we watched the legend shiet. i forgot the tiltle. anyways. school was fantabulous. i had bad hair day. i was late and i was hot. no no. warm the hot. i loveeeee the 4t guy's band. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;his voice is &lt;u&gt;so&lt;/u&gt; spicy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wanna hold your hand, i wanna hold&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;your hand and when i touch your face . . .&lt;/em&gt;  and something postman. i think both their songs were ska. and then we have twist and shout from fauzi's band. and and. the other song which i can't recall now cauz i'm in such a hurry, but was performed but this, uhm uhm. oh ! hafiz !! and speaking of him reminds me of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HIM.&lt;/span&gt; brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;he's so&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;h&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;othot&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;hothotoh&lt;/span&gt;ot&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;hotooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ooototohn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ootothot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ohotoh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;okay nevermind. he's tall and slim and cute and sweet and hot and sweet and sweet and sweet and sweet.  and .  .  .  ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HE HAS FLOPPY HAIR&lt;/u&gt; !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*_*&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; meltssssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways ! i gotsa go now. meeting the old school mates and going sentosa. hope i won't be totally tanned. pics shall be up later at night or tomorrow. whichever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941598399548185649-2314916785010219174?l=joysdequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joysdequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/2314916785010219174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941598399548185649&amp;postID=2314916785010219174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941598399548185649/posts/default/2314916785010219174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941598399548185649/posts/default/2314916785010219174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joysdequeen.blogspot.com/2007/09/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>shut up and read.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024977157635026858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941598399548185649.post-7133676484858267541</id><published>2007-08-28T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:25:47.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i just watched &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;another gay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movie&lt;/span&gt; online. damn !! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;it's absofuckinglutely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fantabulous&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's about these four gay friends who wanna lose their virginty before high school starts. so there they go hunting for the right guy for sex. but the ending's totally different. argh. just watch it. no regrets. it's a definitely 4930520329982 thumbs up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103707163617984162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RtQCn-0Q_qI/AAAAAAAAAQs/rBrwSNq1cZ4/s320/anothergaymovie.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103708684036406978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RtQEAe0Q_sI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/rjpACL7LMGE/s320/jon.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zomgzzzzz oneone!!1111!!!!!!1!!!!11one1!1111!!!!!!1!1!111one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;i'm melting&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103707739143601842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RtQDJe0Q_rI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/qM-GgoR22ww/s320/black.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103710483627704034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RtQFpO0Q_uI/AAAAAAAAARM/1bfnpzrDthA/s320/dd.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;lips&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RtQE9e0Q_tI/AAAAAAAAARE/eP-bpJ_pnbs/s1600-h/537448783_099f6fe1c3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103709732008427218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RtQE9e0Q_tI/AAAAAAAAARE/eP-bpJ_pnbs/s320/537448783_099f6fe1c3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941598399548185649-7133676484858267541?l=joysdequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joysdequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/7133676484858267541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941598399548185649&amp;postID=7133676484858267541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941598399548185649/posts/default/7133676484858267541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941598399548185649/posts/default/7133676484858267541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joysdequeen.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-just-watched-another-gay-movie-online.html' title=''/><author><name>shut up and read.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024977157635026858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RtQCn-0Q_qI/AAAAAAAAAQs/rBrwSNq1cZ4/s72-c/anothergaymovie.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941598399548185649.post-1283449920044030787</id><published>2007-08-26T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:25:55.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;joys off to sentosa for some history quest !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102867995727822466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RtEHZ-0Q_oI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Qqz1CABUh1Y/s320/happy+joys.26483-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102868000022789778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RtEHaO0Q_pI/AAAAAAAAAQk/5WBNVqAh6xc/s320/happy+joys.26484-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RtEHZe0Q_mI/AAAAAAAAAQM/myuAoE5f3TM/s1600-h/happy+joys.26505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102867987137887842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RtEHZe0Q_mI/AAAAAAAAAQM/myuAoE5f3TM/s320/happy+joys.26505.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RtEHZu0Q_nI/AAAAAAAAAQU/XggpnSh2p24/s1600-h/happy+joys.26491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102867991432855154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RtEHZu0Q_nI/AAAAAAAAAQU/XggpnSh2p24/s320/happy+joys.26491.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt; not much pics cauz we were bz runnin from silosa to impiah to siloso to impiah to siloso to impiah to siloso to palawan to impiah to siloso to impiah. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you get the picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;however, you get " paid " for your hard work right. so, we hung around vivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102859706440940658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RtD_3e0Q_HI/AAAAAAAAAMU/2AdTRNEaCKY/s320/happy+joys.26514.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102859710735907970" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RtEFlu0Q_cI/AAAAAAAAAO8/WwcAflkV9F4/s320/happy+joys.26572.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102866002862996946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RtEFl-0Q_dI/AAAAAAAAAPE/NIBdgOnofRM/s320/happy+joys.26579-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102866007157964258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RtEFmO0Q_eI/AAAAAAAAAPM/FhFfginx2lw/s320/happy+joys.26584-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102866007157964274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RtEFmO0Q_fI/AAAAAAAAAPU/3Er8XRWCb0A/s320/happy+joys.26586.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RtEGuO0Q_jI/AAAAAAAAAP0/v0czNiKRxik/s1600-h/happy+joys.26590.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102867244108545570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RtEGuO0Q_iI/AAAAAAAAAPs/dBz0VFmOMNw/s320/happy+joys.26590.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102867248403512898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RtEGue0Q_kI/AAAAAAAAAP8/ra60ndclF3k/s320/happy+joys.26594-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102867982842920530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RtEHZO0Q_lI/AAAAAAAAAQE/vZxUZHTHyFo/s320/happy+joys.26596-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i'm a kissing whore yo. the last two pictures are my favourite stlye whenever i wear shirts or dresses. " now is my turn to fly my skirt. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941598399548185649-1283449920044030787?l=joysdequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joysdequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/1283449920044030787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941598399548185649&amp;postID=1283449920044030787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941598399548185649/posts/default/1283449920044030787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941598399548185649/posts/default/1283449920044030787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joysdequeen.blogspot.com/2007/08/joys-off-to-sentosa-for-some-history.html' title=''/><author><name>shut up and read.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024977157635026858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RtEHZ-0Q_oI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Qqz1CABUh1Y/s72-c/happy+joys.26483-small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941598399548185649.post-1370655146375172853</id><published>2007-08-20T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T00:36:06.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:DB7093;"&gt;today, the distance between question&lt;strong&gt; g&lt;/strong&gt; and&lt;strong&gt; i&lt;/strong&gt; seemed a mbzillion miles away ~! i'm not dead broke like the &lt;strong&gt;old&lt;/strong&gt; joys. today's joys, is pretty, is &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;loaded&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, is happy, is fun, is loving ! t hehe. i finally managed to buy my long-lost-taste &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE PILLOWS&lt;/span&gt; ! aaah, imagine the chocolate melting in your mouth, the crispy coated don't know what. and and and ! and i don't know what.&lt;br /&gt;-_- &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;zzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:800080;"&gt;i bought mashed potato's initially. i was like full from form breakfast exclusive of&lt;em&gt; two 2 two 2 two&lt;/em&gt; two banana muffins. geeez. i miss the breakfasts in the hotels. the music, the gentle music plying in the background, the click and clack of my heels, the elegance, the graceful-ness and that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;atmosphere&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. i passed my mashed potato to peggy as i had this &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;sudden fetish for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;burgers&lt;/span&gt;. i bought it along with pillows the sex. strange, strange, for me to be talking about food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:2E8B57;"&gt;it's funny when people text you saying they've changed their cell numbers when it's all the same. i hate cheepeng, he's on the line with me and i have to suffer in silence by placing the darn cell in between my ear and shoulder and my fingers can't stretch long enough to type perfectly well. &lt;em&gt;you know this levis boxers, you can pull out your dick&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;without taking out the pants.&lt;/em&gt; i was busy decorating my design and technology test. i wasted two papers cauz my handwriting sucked big. after doing question one, mr w announced that we were left with&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2 two two 2 2 two &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. i was what the hell and i had to rush through. i finished question two, leaving question three which summed up to the total of&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; twelve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; marks. urgh. my pen are slim and tiny and winy and they have " pen is stuck.  penis stuck. " - cheepeng. this really thin tip brr. so i was busy trying out different handwritings on different pieces of paper. i hate my attitude shiet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:FF6347;"&gt;uncle k shared with me one of his stories during dinner today again. my brain was dozing off. i felt&lt;em&gt; so drained&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;so restless&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;so weak&lt;/strong&gt;. but i kept my eyes to his, nodding every once in a while to fake that i could apprehend everything he was babbling. okay, everything he was telling me. i shan't be rude. i couldn't take it any longer at this point. i kinda frowned through my concentration to his words. then !&lt;br /&gt;" because, you are&lt;strong&gt; VERY&lt;/strong&gt; presentable. "&lt;br /&gt;then, just like magic, my eyes popped out&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; w  i  d  e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  . i was wide awake, then i gave him the i-am-all-attentive look. but slowly, it became the educational talk again so i was yeah, all shut down again. i had my dinner, haha, the one outside house, with jaw again. guess what i had today ? my favourite love, &lt;u&gt;but not anymore&lt;/u&gt;, cha kuey tiao. i couldn't choose between ckt and roasted pork rice. both seemed common and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;plain&lt;/span&gt;. there weren't any pork rice so i settled with ckt which didn't taste half as good as my own made bread with nutella and margerine. went up to the hdb and took a few pictures. i hope blogger photo uploader's working.&lt;br /&gt;*_* &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;pray pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i texted a few good amount of my old pals to meet up and have fun at sentosa. the good amount, always being the good amount, replied me instantly. see, that's friendship.&lt;br /&gt;^_^ &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;haha, laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;note to self&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;get more thick fat juicy tipped pen.&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/3941598399548185649-1370655146375172853?l=joysdequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joysdequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/1370655146375172853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941598399548185649&amp;postID=1370655146375172853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941598399548185649/posts/default/1370655146375172853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941598399548185649/posts/default/1370655146375172853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joysdequeen.blogspot.com/2007/08/today-distance-between-question-g-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>shut up and read.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024977157635026858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941598399548185649.post-3028518130664688395</id><published>2007-08-19T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T02:52:09.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#b22222;"&gt;i'm so sleepy, hello you. my eye lids are practically drooping, they're so heavy i shall copy tom's trick of holding it widely open with tooth picks.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;zzzzz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met jaw with jason today for dinner. had&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;prata&lt;/span&gt; my love&lt;/strong&gt;. i tried cheese with sausage. it's a die-die-must-eat. went over to 7-11 and jason told me he pitied this old frail tiny winy looking lady who was sitting at the stairs, dazed. she collected those card boards and everything for karang gooni-ing i guess. so i went over to peepo at her and walked over to 7-11 again, and got her a bun. i was like thinking hard if i should get her the &lt;strong&gt;chocolate&lt;/strong&gt; \ &lt;em&gt;vanilla&lt;/em&gt; \ strawberry. i settled with vanilla cauz the other two might be t&lt;em&gt;oo&lt;/em&gt; sweet&lt;strong&gt; for her&lt;/strong&gt; right ? jazzie was like can she even it ? cauz i don't think she has teeth. i burst out laughing. true but i said she could pinch it out and swallow it blah. so we walked past her, stopped behind this pillar and&lt;em&gt; phatang !&lt;/em&gt; dropped the bun into her card board collecting box. haha, i'm so sleepy now so i lost thought of what i should be blogging about. i took a few pictures after i got back. i hope blgoger's working. i uploaded the other days' pictures through photobucket and they all turned out so big brr. i didn't meet pt and e today. lazy brr. oh yeah, jason called cheepeng just now and i was like typing this on the screen so he could say it out. but he was laughing for like, &lt;strong&gt;99.9 %&lt;/strong&gt; of the time ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff1493;"&gt;my sister and i quarrelled just now then she so angry with me so she go and take yor book and tear piece by piece and eat it like one roasted chicken. she shitting now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then cp said idk what, something about angry then why go eat. jason said i was hungry. so i typed -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;A HUNGRY MAN IS AN ANGRY MAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;then we burst out laughing crazily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#696969;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#483d8b;"&gt;weekends are ending like &lt;strong&gt;tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt;. gahhh so fastttt&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i want it to last longer ! i wanna work i wanna party. i wanna study i wanna have fun. i wanna be serious i wanna chill. i wanna be self desciplined i wanna be wild. i wanna be a mugger i wanna buy new cosmetics. i wanna save money i wanna go shop. i wanna drink more milk eat more fruits i wanna diet. i wanna go jogging i wanna sleep. i wanna go swimming laze around. i wanna sun tan i wanna be radiant. i wanna read a few good books i wanna catch a few new shows. i wanna get my nose pierced again i don't wanna have any scar on my face. i wanna learn something new i wanna stay alone. i wanna i wanna i wanna i wanna i wanna i wanna i wanna i wanna i wanna i wanna i wanna i wanna i wanna i wanna i wanna i wanna i wanna i wanna i wanna i wanna i wanna &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SLEEP&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dcdcdc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;farahlina, i think it's goddamn rude of you to not reply my text the other day la. you were absent the other day, and you didn't even text me to meet me for lunch fuck. but when i'm absent, you'd call and text and blah to ask me out. and go home together. i have to make my way from my house to the fucking school &lt;u&gt;JUST&lt;/u&gt; to meet you for bloody lunch. but what about you ? you stay silent and fuck at home and not bother shiet.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what is this !?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i still lloovvee you anyhow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941598399548185649-3028518130664688395?l=joysdequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joysdequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/3028518130664688395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941598399548185649&amp;postID=3028518130664688395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941598399548185649/posts/default/3028518130664688395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941598399548185649/posts/default/3028518130664688395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joysdequeen.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-so-sleepy-hello-you.html' title=''/><author><name>shut up and read.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024977157635026858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941598399548185649.post-940065314258707354</id><published>2007-08-18T03:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T04:13:54.333+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a guy sticks his location in a girl&apos;s destination to increase population for the next generation do you get my explanation.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:CD5C5C;"&gt;hey hello you. i just did some tagging in e3's blog brr. miss t teared today. like shocked ? yes, &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;definitely yes&lt;/span&gt;. it's like, what she said, teachers are also human and they have feelings too. guys are just guys sometimes. &lt;strong&gt;LIKE FAIZ LA.&lt;/strong&gt; childish shiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is a attention break up song, we got along we got along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;i diarrhoea ed&lt;strong&gt; 2 TWO TWO 2 2 TWO&lt;/strong&gt; times today. one in school brrr. i hate shieting in school, haha. it's so awkwardy. i had a really good laugh over at music class. haha ! cuaz of syafiq. he was like a ballerina ! not to mention, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MUCH BETTER THAN SOMEONE&lt;/span&gt;. his whole body like twisted &lt;strong&gt;TWISTED&lt;/strong&gt;. i was rooted next to him, unable to move or speak. my jaws were like dropping. no joke here, i'm dead,flat,serious. i wanted to hold him or something but i was too absorbed in doing so. his legs weren't bent, but it twisted, from the topper step to a the lower step and it just did a very fragile twist like y'know the bacon twist in pizza ? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YES !&lt;/span&gt; IT'S LIKE THAT ! he was picking up this don't know what. he was gonna fall, that i know. he managed to squeeze i don't know what into him and phatang ! he turned to me, and i finally managed to find my voice again.&lt;br /&gt;" h-h-h-h-h, you alright ? "&lt;br /&gt;" haha, yeah. "&lt;br /&gt;" joys, see, my leg stuck here, that's why i cannot move. "&lt;br /&gt;" oh, haha. "&lt;br /&gt;thinking back, HAHAHAH. so cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:F08080;"&gt;i think i'm nocturnal. HAHA ! okay, i'm only active at night. i napped un-intentionally at around mid day and ta-daaah ! i woke up at 2.30 in the morning. i went online like finally. haha, talked to him &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DOUG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! haha, his reply to me are always funny. like the other time and this time. okay, i'm lazy to elaborate here. anyways ! i spent the quietest journey home this evening from school. aronkong came up to say hi at the school bus stop and was " can i sit here ? " haha, i was yeah, sure sure. then he asked me where i stayed blah. and when we were in the bus right, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I HAD TO PAY 1 $ !!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M officially BROKEEEEEEEE !&lt;/span&gt; we sat at the four seater's and throughout the whole journey, i kept queit. i wasn't in the mood to like chat so i just hushed and my thoughts were like else where. he turned to me like a couple of times but my face was just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dead&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; straight. when i'm in the mood to &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; talk, then you can forget about talking, it's just me. until when we were about to reach our stops, he " not going out ah ? " and a few others. i came back home, haha ! y'know i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; back when i was like near my house !? i just couldn't wait to get home and eat that &lt;em&gt;hot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; spicy&lt;/strong&gt; tom yum along with archie's by my side, and&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; rain&lt;/span&gt; ! that's what i love doing whenever it rains. t hehe. grrrrrr i'm so hungry now brr. oh yeah, i'm not even sure if i can make it tomorrow with pinting and eileen. i highly doubt i can wake up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;things to bring tomorrow ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;sun block&lt;/span&gt; , tick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;head set&lt;/span&gt; , tick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;extra pair of top&lt;/span&gt; , tick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;hanky \ tissue&lt;/span&gt; , tick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;pin up fringe&lt;/span&gt; , tick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;bun hair up&lt;/span&gt; , tick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;sneaker&lt;/span&gt; , tick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;fan&lt;/span&gt; , tick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;which bag to bring&lt;/span&gt; , tick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;extra thangs&lt;/span&gt; , tick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;cash&lt;/span&gt; !? &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT CHECKED !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:C82554;"&gt;okay, this is so random but i hope they sell that little cloth or whatever happy potter got himself for his birthday or christmas or whatever. i don't know which series it was but remember harry used the cloth which will covered him off &lt;em&gt;completely &lt;/em&gt;? he was like walked into this library or something. okay, pardon me. but i just simply suck at remembering the characters or venues of the movies. anyways, i hope they sell it cauz then, i can use it and y'know. walk into bedrooms, walk into studios, into&lt;strong&gt; anywhere&lt;/strong&gt; without the person even realising it and snap pictures of them. cauz people tend to break off from their natural dazed expressions before camera when the lens is like directed to their faces. but if you have that completely covered cloth, then y'know, you can take people's &lt;em&gt;natural&lt;/em&gt; poses and shiet. nicer that way right, at least not fake and shiet. i wanna take the picture of people's face with the annoyance or the joyous or the jealous or the saddened look blah. then i can start collecting them pictures and turn it into a&lt;strong&gt; big collage&lt;/strong&gt; for my future own house. y'know i'm thinking of putting my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;own&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;self portraits or shots of different expressions taken from different angles and hang it up in the art room or the library or the study room in my house. and i'll put mannequins wearing &lt;strong&gt;my own designed clothes&lt;/strong&gt; and everything in my dressing room. ahhh, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;can i grow older&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;be successful now ??&lt;/span&gt; i also want a fire place in my house, where i can sip oj, HAHA, that came out all wrong but you can't help it cauz i prefer ojs to caffeine drinks brr. and read my health or romance based books and everything. have a family and y'know, daddy which is my hubby sitting on the arm chair, and mommy which is me sitting on the crouch with my youngest kid and the other 2 kids on the sofa, chatting, laughing, sharing with each other how our days went under one roof, inside one room, with the warmth of the fire surrounding us, and the gentle &lt;strong&gt;classical&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;em&gt;jazz &lt;/em&gt;playing in the background, soft wind blowing and we'll sit on the curved sofa together for warmth and youngest baby'll be like&lt;br /&gt;" mommy, can i have a glass of milk ? "&lt;br /&gt;" no sweetie, cauz then, you're gonna wet your bed, again . "&lt;br /&gt;" please mommy . . . "&lt;br /&gt;" no, sweetie. look, mommy's just into the story okie dokie ? ask daddy go take it. "&lt;br /&gt;" no, honey, you go take it. i'm just into looking at you being so addicted to that diet book of yours. HAHA ! "&lt;br /&gt;" what's so funny about being in love with me huh !? "&lt;br /&gt;and then goes up to him and tickles him. baby joins in and so does the other two of my kids. and yeh, we'll just be having hell of a good time.&lt;br /&gt;" alright, now, off to milk. " and walks to the kitchen for a warm glass of milk for EVERY ONE OF US and&lt;br /&gt;" yay daddy ! you the best ! ! "&lt;br /&gt;and then baby'll be like run into daddy and hug his legs cauz she's too short and we'll be sitting in the warmth of love surrounding us sipping milk and i don't know what i'm talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:378ECB;"&gt;d'you think i'll make a childish mom ? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;=&lt; &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/3941598399548185649-940065314258707354?l=joysdequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joysdequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/940065314258707354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941598399548185649&amp;postID=940065314258707354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941598399548185649/posts/default/940065314258707354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941598399548185649/posts/default/940065314258707354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joysdequeen.blogspot.com/2007/08/hey-hello-you.html' title=''/><author><name>shut up and read.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024977157635026858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941598399548185649.post-5797542466471619709</id><published>2007-08-17T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T15:04:47.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xzvEn4QX9pw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xzvEn4QX9pw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=A52A2A&gt;this is so cute t-he.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941598399548185649-5797542466471619709?l=joysdequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joysdequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/5797542466471619709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941598399548185649&amp;postID=5797542466471619709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941598399548185649/posts/default/5797542466471619709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941598399548185649/posts/default/5797542466471619709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joysdequeen.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-is-so-cute-t-he.html' title=''/><author><name>shut up and read.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024977157635026858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941598399548185649.post-1818321157910560530</id><published>2007-08-16T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T22:52:43.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#faebd7;"&gt;i saw eks today. and my heart skipped mbzillion times faster and harder. what's wrong heart ? can you stop behaving this way ? &lt;strong&gt;pretty please ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#db7093;"&gt;today, i stared at the wrong guy &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;, thinking it was &lt;strong&gt;faiz&lt;/strong&gt;. who asked them look so similar sial siak siol. pffft. i was just tryna be a malay la seh. lame shiet tried tripping me again. i think he loves bally. hey yo faiz. improve on your elegance and gracefulness &lt;strong&gt;before&lt;/strong&gt; you challenge with &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;. i went up to the hall and oh boy, this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;trunk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of leg came flying towards me but alas ! it didn't hit me. and i didn't shove away from it. you just needa zero your target on me, faiz. you still suck don't you ? stop tryna shine up TO ME brr. i've make it a point to blog about him &lt;strong&gt;every once a day&lt;/strong&gt;. minimum once, maximum, &lt;u&gt;maximum&lt;/u&gt;. anyways, she broke up with her guy today. i shan't tell you who cauz it's a secret. so hush, &lt;em&gt;let's not allow&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;the kitty outta the bag, shall we ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were on for ahem, 5 months and 3 days. five months three days ( emphasize emphasize. ) i'm so envious alright. well, somewhat envious anyway. y'see. mine lasted not more that two months. so she was telling me to cheer her up cauz she's starting to miss him.&lt;br /&gt;" nevermind la, at least y'all still friends right ? "&lt;br /&gt;do i fail as a consoler ? i hope not. i had 12 outta 20 for history. is that good ? nah i don't think so. but outta a hundred, i got a 60. now, that's good one alright. close to good anyhow. it's nicer to hear the number sixty than twelve. i'm beginning to rock at maths. haha ! today's, i did like hell. and when halijah and i compared answers, we both got the same !! i &lt;em&gt;adore&lt;/em&gt; doing maths&lt;em&gt; only when&lt;/em&gt; i &lt;strong&gt;know how to&lt;/strong&gt;. else, forget it baby. even farah said she saw me doing my work enthusiastically.&lt;br /&gt;^-^v &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yeah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope it's like the same for the major exam. and them i'ma gonna pass them shiet with sky rocketing colors, and be a happy little pretty jolly foolly coolly dolly.&lt;br /&gt;*.*&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; if only . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff1493;"&gt;i've been really lazy to even start on my belly dancing and yoga. i don't know when i'ma gonna officially start them. y'know i'm like telling myself i &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;have to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;have to&lt;/span&gt; have to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;have to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;have to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;have to&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; do them but i just lose interest when i see them. it's like those tutorial cd. i bought them in china the other time i went with the school. haha ! seyeon cuttie was like, asking me if i could lend her after i'm done with it, which i haven't proudly started grr.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I LACK SELF DISCIPLINE&lt;/span&gt;. nevermind. i'ma going escape theme park with ex-niangniang and nu-bi who claims herself ge-ge instead this saturday. we knew each other in china. as in, they went there too y'know. anyways, she's been like asking me to reply her text messages but i'm like always sleeping and shiet. anyways !! III WWWAAANNNNNNAAA GOOOOO !! I LOVE ROLLER COASTERS &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; wooooeh ~&lt;br /&gt;you know right, i went to thailand this june holidays and omg ! i went to this newly facilitated theme park with goddamn cool rides, i lovesss them ! i'll try to upload the pictures later, &lt;u&gt;IF I CAN&lt;/u&gt;. i hope that photo uploader's workin' . anyways ! i love roller coasters remember ! i love both the roller coaster &lt;strong&gt;roller coaster&lt;/strong&gt; and roller coaster the chips. haha ! but i love pillows more. but these few days, i have to hold back my crazy temptation cauz of my brokass-ness. I'M &lt;strong&gt;PENNILESS&lt;/strong&gt;, SWEET ! the other time, i needed a simple tiny winy 5 five five 5 five cent for that bun, i sound so pitiful it's heart breaking, but trust me, i feel much more sympathetic towards myself than you. haha,&lt;br /&gt;-_- &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;talk about drama . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dc143c;"&gt;should i change my blog skin ? i &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; adore this one cauz it has eiffel tower and everything in paris but i dislike the arranging. y'know like the space for my diary is so crammy brr. lemme go hunt for some sweet simple one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;short sweet and simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;being simple is good for health.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;=&lt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ha-ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cd5c5c;"&gt;OH OH OH. I FORGOT. check this out. I'M LOVEDDDDDDDD ~!! t-hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#f08080;"&gt;Thu Aug 16, 3:04 AM ET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEIJING (Reuters) - A Chinese couple tried to name their baby "@", claiming the character used in e-mail addresses echoed their love for the child, an official trying to whip the national language into line said on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADVERTISEMENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unusual name stands out especially in Chinese, which has no alphabet and instead uses tens of thousands of multi-stroke characters to represent words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The whole world uses it to write e-mail, and translated into Chinese it means 'love him'," the father explained, according to the deputy chief of the State Language Commission Li Yuming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the "@" simple is familiar to Chinese e-mail users, they often use the English word "at" to sound it out -- which with a drawn out "T" sounds something like "ai ta", or "love him", to Mandarin speakers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff69b4;"&gt;MYINT MYINT MAW @ QUAL MIKE JOYCE HAN WANG GUO HUAI ( ZANG LISA )&lt;br /&gt;MYINT MYINT MAW IS LOVED QUAL MIKE JOYCE HAN WAN GUO HUAI ( ZANG LISA )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff4500;"&gt;^.^ &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm loveddddd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941598399548185649-1818321157910560530?l=joysdequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joysdequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/1818321157910560530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941598399548185649&amp;postID=1818321157910560530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941598399548185649/posts/default/1818321157910560530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941598399548185649/posts/default/1818321157910560530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joysdequeen.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-saw-eks-today.html' title=''/><author><name>shut up and read.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024977157635026858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941598399548185649.post-4234664142380689140</id><published>2007-08-16T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T05:04:51.677+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oh and i voted for pinafore. go go pina exclamation mark.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i hate &lt;strong&gt;faiz.&lt;/strong&gt; faiz from secondary two t. he suck banana, he's sucha loser i dare say. i hope he reads this. yo faiz. you suck. it seems like you can't find any other thing that's wrong with me and just that luck is by your side this time, you choose to use this whole modelling thang like eww. sick and shallow if you ask me. and &lt;strong&gt;stop&lt;/strong&gt; the attention seeking. are you like so femished for attention or something ? yo, acting big doesn't make you &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the&lt;/u&gt; man&lt;/strong&gt;. it makes you the meanie, the big big meanie. yucks. &lt;strong&gt;you are a sick dick&lt;/strong&gt;. can i like, puke all over you ? then you can get a&lt;em&gt;llllllllllll&lt;/em&gt; the attention you desire. eh, vomit of the gorgeous me leh. anyways, your good looks is a curse to you, you've got it all but you lack attitude and personality. sorry buddy ! but i &lt;em&gt;still &lt;/em&gt;despise you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who wanna join joys's anti-faiz association ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;register at faiz-auck-buck-cuck-fuck.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;the whole modelling for uniform thang went fine. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;alison's gorgeous !!&lt;/span&gt; she looks unique ! the rest of the models were alright. tiara looked goody too. i looked, well, i looked &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; =&gt; i woke up late today. i was supposed to wake up at 6.30 cauz i still gotta meet them designers and models and teachers for a prep at 7.45 but i woke up at 7. and that was with the help of her farah's call fyi. so i was like it's-my-first-day-of my-dream-and-i'm-already-screwing it-all-up shiet. long story short, cassie texted me like thank god ! and i told her to go school cauz she's the reserve and i'm late. so she should go first. i reached school and it was like 8.10. my hair was in a big mess. went up to hall after refilling bottle. blah blah blah, we had another trial of walking. i wasn't even sure where to walk. mansur was like telling me but i was &lt;em&gt;bloody blur&lt;/em&gt;. i walked like shiet the first round cauz i wasn't sure of the route and where to pose shiet. got ready and finally, it was time to parade ourselves. and i only had a one time trial. but i did it ! haha, i was the 3rd model. so yeah, kinda freaking out but yeh, chill. i was just listening to the music played, trying to get used to the tune to adjust my walking like the speed the attitude blah. but when i was on stage, i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;totally&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; forgot about the music. it's like all muted. i just walked. it was all so cool y'know. walking down the aisle. i went to the washroom after that, and looked at the pictures i took. i was just tryna pass time till break. miss t said only alison and my walking were nice&lt;br /&gt;^.^v &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yayyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;then i don't know who was like ask chelsea but miss t was like, n&lt;em&gt;ooooo&lt;/em&gt;. it's not about the way you walk, it's the posture. joys and alison's are very nice. the rest of the model ah, *shakes head.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. and piratheep was labelling me as the model instead of joys brr. praval said " nice modelling. " big mouth syafiq " waa joys, just now you model right ? " " waa, now you walk like a model already. " tsktsk, it doesn't talk 1 hour to master cat walking, syafiq =&gt; you cute anyhow. i had history test today. alright i guess. &lt;em&gt;hope i pass.&lt;/em&gt; that's my only choice. my geography, i flunked like hell. i wanna take literature !!!! but bukit view doesn't offer literature grr. i hope there will be one this year ! i pray so. i'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;* yawns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;urgh, i'm sick and tired of trying to upload the pictures. blogger's being a naive btich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m18/joyceeMIKE/modelaishaandthemdesigners.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m18/joyceeMIKE/huison.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m18/joyceeMIKE/emdesigners.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m18/joyceeMIKE/yenhuiartist.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m18/joyceeMIKE/yenhuiinmine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m18/joyceeMIKE/thepinas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m18/joyceeMIKE/msjoyspinafore.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m18/joyceeMIKE/herjoys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m18/joyceeMIKE/joyshan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&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/3941598399548185649-4234664142380689140?l=joysdequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joysdequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/4234664142380689140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941598399548185649&amp;postID=4234664142380689140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941598399548185649/posts/default/4234664142380689140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941598399548185649/posts/default/4234664142380689140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joysdequeen.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-hate-faiz.html' title=''/><author><name>shut up and read.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024977157635026858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941598399548185649.post-8577530877507253086</id><published>2007-08-14T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T04:58:55.757+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peekchers refuse to be uploaded after several trials. tmr.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336633;"&gt;urgh, i &lt;em&gt;hate&lt;/em&gt; going to bed early. i was so darn beat today. i practically dragged and &lt;strong&gt;forced&lt;/strong&gt; myself outta bed. history test was shiet. i'ma gonna lose like ten marks or so. brr. went over to king albert's with farah to meet jaw. pe was so bloomin' fun ~! i worked out, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i actually worked out&lt;/span&gt; ! t-he, actually i &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; work out, i don't omg-it-is-so-dumb-to-do-it-it-is-so-nerdy blah. i felt like i was in the gym doing my aerobics again. i perspired. i didn't give a shiet, unlike you. i'm cool and you are not. i rock and you don't.&lt;br /&gt;-_- &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ha-ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i had two packs of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;upsized&lt;/span&gt; french fries today. it was yummilicious, it was crisped. crisply nice, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;who&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; could resist it ? can you ? but i skipped the coke. eeurgh. i hate soft drinks. i &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; milk and fruit juices. not to forget BUNDONG. it's nice cauz it's pink and it gives your tongue and lips the pink paint. woooeh. i did something i'm so omgomgomgomgomgomgomg PROUD of today. i gave up my mashed potato to peggy &lt;u&gt;instead of myself&lt;/u&gt;. brrr, and i had that plain jane bun from cuppa i like which costs, AHEM ! &lt;strong&gt;50 FIFTY FIFTY 50 50 FIFTY&lt;/strong&gt;. cents. tsk tsk. broke shiet. AND I FOUND THE RAILWAY TRACK TODAY !!!!!!!!!!! YOU KNOW THOSE DARN NICE RAILWAY TRACK !? WHEREBY PEOPLE TAKE PICS WITH THEIR PARTNER AND MAKE IT BLACK AND WHITE !? OMG. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; FOUND IT ! whahaha, i was looking to my sides when i caught sight of this really shabby environment. it's like a jungle. so i told farah i wanna go check that place out, for some photography. as i was walking closer to the jungle, I SAW RAILWAY TRACK !!!!!!!! I SHRIEKED LIKE SOME MOFOS. but omg i always wanted to have a personalised railway tracked pictures of me, or done by me at least. and i found it. picta may suck a little. bear with it cauz i got freaked out by this random mid-couples words about train banging us, i hate it when adults say it with this tone outta concern but they don't realise they're &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; serious and it freaks me out because it's like i made the sinnest sin ever brr. oh i saw dryl just now on the way home, he was having dinner with his daddy and bratha or something. and believe it or not but i was checking my reflection from the mirror of the bakery's when jaw and i were buying cheese cake. he had his hair dead flat, hmm i wonder why ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccff66;"&gt;everytime i look at him, i see his yellowish eyes filled with expressions but i look closely, and i see them hollow. oh i wonder what is going on in his mind, does he think about what we shared ? does he feel that our friendship meant something, just like me ? i wasn't affected by his appearances in the past but these few days, it just hit me hard, it cause sucha great impact to my dear little heart. i feel a stab of pain everytime my eyes catches his. catches his trademarked full of expression - less.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't want it to end up this way, no i didn't. i wasn't exactly in love with him, neither did i hate him, not until that day anyway. but these few days, everytime i see him, he just seems so distant, so far away, so unreachable, &lt;em&gt;so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so&lt;/em&gt;, cold. i want what we had back, hell yes i do. i never wanted it to end, i just long for it to go on till forever. i've always treasured our little something and i've never imagined we'd end up this way, why can't time turn back and bring me back to the first few days i knew him ? why can't &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; change ? why didn't he demand for me when i initiated it was all over ? why didn't he ask for explanations, reasons and tell me he'd do anything, he'd do &lt;strong&gt;everything&lt;/strong&gt; just to get me back ? why didn't he stop my childish act ? he couldda say i was the one he needed, i was the one he wanted, couldn't he ? urgh. i feel so lost now. what we had must not be real. &lt;u&gt;that must be it&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;alas, we were nothing but eks.&lt;br /&gt;e-k-s, eks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc3366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i'm envious of them others who still remain friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m18/joyceeMIKE/happyjoys.25891small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;farah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m18/joyceeMIKE/happyjoys.25892small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;fat joys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m18/joyceeMIKE/happyjoys.25901small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;farah arah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m18/joyceeMIKE/happyjoys.25902small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;runnin' away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc3366;"&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/3941598399548185649-8577530877507253086?l=joysdequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joysdequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/8577530877507253086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941598399548185649&amp;postID=8577530877507253086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941598399548185649/posts/default/8577530877507253086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941598399548185649/posts/default/8577530877507253086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joysdequeen.blogspot.com/2007/08/urgh-i-hate-going-to-bed-early.html' title=''/><author><name>shut up and read.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024977157635026858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941598399548185649.post-1261952652288864378</id><published>2007-08-13T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T23:10:35.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cc99;"&gt;math was okay, except i didn't have the time to finish it. design and technology loves me that i'm sure. the machines adore me. i cut the acrylic into &lt;strong&gt;exactly&lt;/strong&gt; the shape i wanted. today was such a great day, except i&lt;em&gt; kept&lt;/em&gt; talking to myself. or, i been saying my thoughts out loud and farah was being the little meanie by &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; answering me. i had seventy one for my english common test, i was hoping i'd get above 75, highly impossible,&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. i made a few careless mistakes. like the spelling. brrr. tried on the uniform for yenhui. it was supposedly small the first time i tried it, but today, it was loose. i feel bad, i feel like a meanie. cassie agreed to model for yenhui's design instead of me. but in the end, the whole thang still ended up with &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;, and i feel bad. cauz it's like, i hurt cassandra's feeling. i'm really sorry. but she's more experienced than me in this whole modelling thing so i hope yenhui'd let her take my place. i don't quite give a shiet to how ugly i look in that presentation of hers. i look s&lt;em&gt;ooo&lt;/em&gt; chinese. and zamzilah's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but you're a chinese&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ! well, there's a limit. for &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. she still looks good in the other design. i hope hers get chosen. but only slender-er matches that uniform cauz it's pinafore. however you spell it. so go joys go, you can diet. &lt;strong&gt;duh,&lt;/strong&gt; you can. i like fathin's design worn by tiara. she looks adorably cute. and i also like liyana witri and nabilah's design worn by alison. all those rock. i hope they get chosen. i'm broke like forever. money, please fall from the sky oh please please please. oh, mr wai thinks i'm a bad girl i think. i got locked in the doomed room filled with nothing but acrylic sheets and paints and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;technology odour&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; during design and technology BY SOMEBODY and she was slow to open the door so mr wai came to opened it for me. his &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;who play with this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; !? thundered into the room i was in. i embraced myself for the papaya-est face and true enough, he looked &lt;em&gt;worse&lt;/em&gt; than a hungry man. syafiq being the unkind one, waa, lucky you never kena locked. if not for mr wai ah, you long ago kena locked already ah. OH MY GOD SHIET. THE SONG MARC SENT ME IS ON 98.7. AHHHH. I MISS IT. HIM. IT. HIM. IT. WHATEVER. OH MY SHIET ! i like my new class, it's cozy. i like the color,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009933;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cc99;"&gt;reminds me of green tea. &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; green tea ice cream. i hate green tea ice cream. it makes me wanna vomit brrr. i love melona ice cream, or something like that. hamin the korean introduced me that. his mom has a shop over at cineleisure and they sell it. it's the sex yo. i hope i do well in maths, with allll my heart, i'ma gonna revise for history later. after i bathe. bye you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;okay, hello you. ahhh, marc's song ! it's &lt;em&gt;your guardian angel&lt;/em&gt; by the red apparatus jumpsuit. oh noo, it's been soo bloomin' long since we last chatted.&lt;br /&gt;=&lt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'd be with you through it all, i'll never let you fall, i'll stand up with you forever&lt;/em&gt; . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; i always had major mood swings everytime and i mean EVERYTIME i chat with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;him. ahh, and i cried like&lt;strong&gt; more than 6 times&lt;/strong&gt; in &lt;u&gt;a day&lt;/u&gt; JUST because of him ? okay, nevermind, past is the past. so i shan't dig 'em out. they're just like those " golden times " i had. oh no,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;can i miss him ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/3941598399548185649-1261952652288864378?l=joysdequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joysdequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/1261952652288864378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941598399548185649&amp;postID=1261952652288864378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941598399548185649/posts/default/1261952652288864378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941598399548185649/posts/default/1261952652288864378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joysdequeen.blogspot.com/2007/08/math-was-okay-except-i-didnt-have-time.html' title=''/><author><name>shut up and read.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024977157635026858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941598399548185649.post-461859242813807835</id><published>2007-08-12T03:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:26:03.682+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stomach&apos;s dying. too lazy to edit error too. -_-zzzzz'/><title type='text'>orchard with jaw&amp;lance\lence\lanse\lense.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HELLO !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;it's 3.24 in the morning, i'm sleepy but i have to tell you about my day, don't i ? well, jaww introduced me to his roomie, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; who's 16 just like joycy. he's either a phillipino or an indonesian. one of which i didn't bother to ask. i forgot -.- we went over to orchard. went to this place called the yiot \ something cauz lance wanted to see the docta cauz of his flu. but it was closed, so we went over to far east to get him a hair cut instead, not much difference, honestly. but it was alright i guess. walked over to heeren to take a few pictas. basically, we just walked around till my toes ached ! really badly =&lt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;+&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt; class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;venue&lt;/span&gt; to&lt;strong&gt; BUGIS&lt;/strong&gt;. haha, i forgot, we didn't wanna go bugis at first. went to orchard instead. but we still went there anyhow. anyways ! it's not that bad what ! i mean, there're many wann a bees but it was okay. not much lianbengsxz. maybe there were but i was too occupied with my mood to give a shiet. anyways ! i saw this omgomgomgomgomgly yummilicious sexilicious gorgeouslicious bag over at what's that stall ? the one that many people uses ? x something. there's one in wm. forgot the name, anyways ! the bag's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;O&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;O&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;O&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;OO&lt;/span&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;O&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;O&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;O&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;OO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;O&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;O&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;OO&lt;/span&gt;O&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;O&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;OO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;O&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;nice !!!!!!!! it's really really really pretty. it's 60 $ and i was left with only 30 $&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-__-&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;zzzzzzzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so imma gonna getit sometime later. OH !! AND I SAW THIS LE COQ SPORTIF ANKLE CUT !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHH. IT'S SO NICE !!!!!! AND SHIT ! THEY GO PERFECTLY WELL ~~~~!!!!! I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HAVE TO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;HAVE TO&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAVE TO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAVE TO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; GET THEM BOTH BEFORE &lt;u&gt;SOMEBODY ELSE&lt;/u&gt; GETS THEM !! okay, this le coq's really yummy. it's in heeren's check. damn nice la fuck. it's around 130 $. so i'll just get the bag first =&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wehehehe. tomorrow's rest day. i've been out during all the public holidays. time for a rest ! and i'm tired =\ &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;zzzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures =&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/Rr4TGHCydgI/AAAAAAAAAHc/AvfPxB8SWEQ/s1600-h/happy+joys.25669-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097532823920866818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/Rr4TGHCydgI/AAAAAAAAAHc/AvfPxB8SWEQ/s320/happy+joys.25669-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt; lancie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/Rr4TGXCydhI/AAAAAAAAAHk/NKrgA7IOZwY/s1600-h/greedy+greedy+joys..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097532828215834130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/Rr4TGXCydhI/AAAAAAAAAHk/NKrgA7IOZwY/s320/greedy+greedy+joys..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; greedy joys, greedy joys ~.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097532832510801442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/Rr4TGnCydiI/AAAAAAAAAHs/h2r7zeo8mxg/s320/lance..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097532836805768754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/Rr4TG3CydjI/AAAAAAAAAH0/CGWrrkF9Oe0/s320/happy+joys.25675-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097532841100736066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/Rr4THHCydkI/AAAAAAAAAH8/qcXoxadQ8oo/s320/toilet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;favouritest washroom !!!!!&lt;/span&gt; mirrored all over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097533455281059410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/Rr4Tq3CydlI/AAAAAAAAAIE/8rQv0u1Ycek/s320/happy+joys.25684-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097533455281059426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/Rr4Tq3CydmI/AAAAAAAAAIM/FWxYgBBiMoA/s320/happy+joys.25685-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blur joys.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097533459576026738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/Rr4TrHCydnI/AAAAAAAAAIU/7PwJ_JTN8jg/s320/happy+joys.25686-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;obviously, my furry can be quite a disturbance some times . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097533459576026754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/Rr4TrHCydoI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-73QwPgwVKQ/s320/noice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EH ! GIMME GIMME !!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097533463870994066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/Rr4TrXCydpI/AAAAAAAAAIk/rkK0-HEqjM0/s320/happy+joys.25688-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097534906980005538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/Rr4U_XCydqI/AAAAAAAAAIs/uJZ9561K-2A/s320/SS.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9966;"&gt;i just edited this cauz he had the same posto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097534911274972850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/Rr4U_nCydrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/WbHkGVlG9bg/s320/happy+joys.25701-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097534911274972866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/Rr4U_nCydsI/AAAAAAAAAI8/D6-ht2lKKXo/s320/two.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097534915569940178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/Rr4U_3CydtI/AAAAAAAAAJE/bDYXNyt5s-E/s320/happy+joys.25705-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097534915569940194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/Rr4U_3CyduI/AAAAAAAAAJM/oK62Gu3J2mQ/s320/mrt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097535632829478642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/Rr4VpnCydvI/AAAAAAAAAJU/leeLdh00DiU/s320/happy+joys.25712-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097535658599282434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/Rr4VrHCydwI/AAAAAAAAAJc/69SJBFqI60k/s320/happy+joys.25713-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097535662894249746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/Rr4VrXCydxI/AAAAAAAAAJk/faICt-0HRZ8/s320/happy+joys.25715-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;BYE LENCE !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;see joys so bloody nice seh ! take pictures for HIM ! instead&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;of herself. but that's my job huh. he's " new " here, if ya get what i mean. and i'm not a meannie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;to delete his pics out okayyyy. i uploaded them &lt;strong&gt;ALL.&lt;/strong&gt; okay, maybe 2 missing but they&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;can be perfectly excused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;B U G I S .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the passport photo taking booth =&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097535667189217058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/Rr4VrnCydyI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ZXyKnkwx-OA/s320/happy+joys.25719.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097535671484184370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/Rr4Vr3CydzI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/JcnRJzXVoQ0/s320/happy+joys.25722.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097536642146793282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/Rr4WkXCyd0I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/4pVDWBH50xA/s320/happy+joys.25723.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;thats all i collected from bugis. haha, jaw's bus stop.&lt;/span&gt; ahhh, my stomach damn pain siaa. all of a sudden =\ &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;brrrrrr&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/Rr4WknCyd1I/AAAAAAAAAKE/gLPF3s7G3P8/s1600-h/happy+joys.25732-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097536646441760594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/Rr4WknCyd1I/AAAAAAAAAKE/gLPF3s7G3P8/s320/happy+joys.25732-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOME SWEET HOME ~!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097536650736727906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/Rr4Wk3Cyd2I/AAAAAAAAAKM/CESMXPEApdE/s320/nksd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097536655031695218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/Rr4WlHCyd3I/AAAAAAAAAKU/nCAN-K911ZM/s320/yumm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my boobs were &lt;em&gt;palynig&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/Rr4WlHCyd4I/AAAAAAAAAKc/SYfYBjps8LY/s1600-h/happy+joys.25761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097536655031695234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/Rr4WlHCyd4I/AAAAAAAAAKc/SYfYBjps8LY/s320/happy+joys.25761.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;oH my god. i know. for your lovely information, i wasn't acting kawaiiiiii nehsxzsxzsxzssxzsxzsxzsxzsxz. i was trying&lt;strong&gt; MY&lt;/strong&gt;.new hairstyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097537896277243794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/Rr4XtXCyd5I/AAAAAAAAAKk/xqhhznr-784/s320/happy+joys.25772.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097537900572211106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/Rr4XtnCyd6I/AAAAAAAAAKs/eWqfNy5HJp8/s320/happy+joys.25786.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097537904867178418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/Rr4Xt3Cyd7I/AAAAAAAAAK0/MXNZ33cWflU/s320/happy+joys.25805.jpg" border="0" /&gt;THE BANGLE. ONLY ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097537904867178434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/Rr4Xt3Cyd8I/AAAAAAAAAK8/_GE-tOvnFIg/s320/happy+joys.25815.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY NEW HAIR !!!!!!!!!! MY joys my style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097537909162145746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/Rr4XuHCyd9I/AAAAAAAAALE/1fUhUu2qUC8/s320/hair.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097538476097828834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/Rr4YPHCyd-I/AAAAAAAAALM/W2k44rFwUZU/s320/hair+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't see clearly but i loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/Rr4YPHCyd_I/AAAAAAAAALU/HVU7usqHmas/s1600-h/happy+joys.25860.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097538476097828850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/Rr4YPHCyd_I/AAAAAAAAALU/HVU7usqHmas/s320/happy+joys.25860.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; front \ side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/Rr4YPXCyeAI/AAAAAAAAALc/njIVsvi6iys/s1600-h/happy+joys.25864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097538480392796162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/Rr4YPXCyeAI/AAAAAAAAALc/njIVsvi6iys/s320/happy+joys.25864.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/Rr4YPnCyeBI/AAAAAAAAALk/zdKv1q-afhw/s1600-h/happy+joys.25866.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097538484687763474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/Rr4YPnCyeBI/AAAAAAAAALk/zdKv1q-afhw/s320/happy+joys.25866.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/Rr4YPnCyeCI/AAAAAAAAALs/M5biYmnuQ7E/s1600-h/joys+har.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097538484687763490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/Rr4YPnCyeCI/AAAAAAAAALs/M5biYmnuQ7E/s320/joys+har.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097539468235274290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/Rr4ZI3CyeDI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Ltf97BYM7vw/s320/dd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course, without fringe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/Rr4ZI3CyeEI/AAAAAAAAAL8/6IKw-0o7jQM/s1600-h/nono.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097539468235274306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/Rr4ZI3CyeEI/AAAAAAAAAL8/6IKw-0o7jQM/s320/nono.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY OLD OLD BANGS ! hahaha, under the ahem ! professional hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097539472530241618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/Rr4ZJHCyeFI/AAAAAAAAAME/cZM6A8bc3fM/s320/bangss..bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097544231354005602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/Rr4deHCyeGI/AAAAAAAAAMM/FDlttfZhlL4/s320/nic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941598399548185649-461859242813807835?l=joysdequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joysdequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/461859242813807835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941598399548185649&amp;postID=461859242813807835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941598399548185649/posts/default/461859242813807835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941598399548185649/posts/default/461859242813807835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joysdequeen.blogspot.com/2007/08/hello-its-3.html' title='orchard with jaw&amp;lance\lence\lanse\lense.'/><author><name>shut up and read.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024977157635026858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/Rr4TGHCydgI/AAAAAAAAAHc/AvfPxB8SWEQ/s72-c/happy+joys.25669-small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941598399548185649.post-4438105448963459456</id><published>2007-08-11T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T10:39:40.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#C12267;"&gt;okay, i see my friends updating their blog&lt;strong&gt; everyday&lt;/strong&gt;, and i'm envious okay. so lemme update too. i went to orchard yesterday till night, and got home from jaw's hostel at around 23.50. i had sooo much fun !!!! it's like the &lt;em&gt;first &lt;/em&gt;time i &lt;u&gt;didn't plan to go and actually had omgomgomgomg much of fun&lt;/u&gt; ! and guess what !? haha, i was left with&lt;strong&gt; 0.00 $&lt;/strong&gt; in me, remember the two dresses ? well, i wore BOTH of them yesterday. haha, i thought we were just gonna have dinner initially, so i wore the pink one. when jaw arrived, he changed the vanue to orchard, so i went home and got myself changed into the other dress. i can say i got a lot of looks ! not to mention indians, ahpeks and ahmas and some middle aged aunties &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOOKING STRAIGHT INTO MY BOOBS&lt;/span&gt; full stop.&lt;br /&gt;irritating la, there was this creppy omgomgomgomgomgly scary bloody indian. he looks beggarish ( my factual fact. ) we were walking towards each other and his head tilted, looking straight to my boobs \ heart as we walk nearer towards each other. like omg ! i walked past him fast. i mean what of he &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;suddenly &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;grabs hold of my boobs right ! eh, no joke here you know, sometimes things do happen ! anyways ! we took some good \ not too bad pics. lepaked awhile outside taka, listening to this latin music.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I WANNA BUY THE CD !!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-__- &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;brokass. zzzzzzzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;anyways ! we decided to go home after awhile cauz i still gotta go to his hostle to get myself something big to cover myself up for the 66 home. cauz right, 66's flooded with aboonehnehs. and y'know. true enough, as i was walking down the aisle, every seat's like occupied with &lt;strong&gt;one1 1 1 one one1&lt;/strong&gt; ahboo. and they were looking like &lt;em&gt;luringly&lt;/em&gt;. haha ! i was like fuck sia. should i sit or stand sey. i just continued walking down until the last row, and just one seat before the role, i saw an aunty sitting alone so paaaaaaaaaa ! i sat down quick, maybe with &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;much force&lt;/em&gt;. god knows. bathed when i got back and guess what i did !? haha ! I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PLAYED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; o2jam !!!!!! HAHA. how surprising for me to play online games cauz i used to &lt;em&gt;hate&lt;/em&gt; playing games cuaz it's sucha wate of time ( and not only that, i dislike it when people fucken game too much ). and my theory proved me right. i played till &lt;strong&gt;4 in the morning&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;by gewn stefani&lt;/span&gt;. haha ! i texted cheepeng saying i was hailing a cab going over to his house to go jogging. and bloody hell, my itchy hands led me to a stupid ending. he &lt;em&gt;kept&lt;/em&gt; calling and calling so i said the uncle can only drive in a peaceful environment so stop calling. then he texted me, saying he's still cycling with aloysius. i thanked god. so i told him i would go back and sleep instead. &lt;u&gt;AND HAVE A PEACEFUL NIGHT&lt;/u&gt; ! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( hint&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hint. )&lt;/span&gt; and taaa-da ! no class \ shietsoever. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THEN .  .  .  .  .  .  !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; aloysius texted me. saying hey i heard that you wanna go jogging ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT.&lt;/strong&gt; how paiseh sia ! so i said, haha, joke. i'm sleeping, dreaming of jogging.&lt;br /&gt;haha, ^_^ &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;lameeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i slept right through !&lt;/strong&gt; and believe it or not, but i actually&lt;strong&gt; heard&lt;/strong&gt; my alarm today !!!! haha, AHEM ! NOT TO MENTION, &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WOKE UP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. so here i am ! blogging ! anyways ! gonna go out with jawwie again. i asked jannnie but she aint wanna go. we gonna go &lt;strong&gt;uhm&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;uhm&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;uhm&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;uhm&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;uhm&lt;/strong&gt;, bugis later&lt;br /&gt;=\&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; maluuuuuuu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been there for twice only ! once with jaw and his ex and the other time with farah. this time round, i shall go there and see again ! anyways ! just like what i told cp, it's a wonder how i can wake up so early these few days. really eh. must be joys matured and matured already lor. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;right !?&lt;/span&gt; oh , hehe, i forgot. jannie said she'll only go king albert's with us after we're back from booooogeeez. haha, and i have to teach math today !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#F778A1;"&gt;GO JOYS GO !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#5EFB6E;"&gt;YOU CAN DO IT !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIKE  D  U  H  ~!&lt;/strong&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/3941598399548185649-4438105448963459456?l=joysdequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joysdequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/4438105448963459456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941598399548185649&amp;postID=4438105448963459456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941598399548185649/posts/default/4438105448963459456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941598399548185649/posts/default/4438105448963459456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joysdequeen.blogspot.com/2007/08/okay-i-see-my-friends-updating-their.html' title=''/><author><name>shut up and read.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024977157635026858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941598399548185649.post-6529650605710580835</id><published>2007-08-11T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:26:06.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>joys tried on the new dress she got.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;lazy to blog.&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinkin of a new blog name, changing blog again&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T O D A Y ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O R C H A R D .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RrybRXCydMI/AAAAAAAAAE8/3X62JfhK9xk/s1600-h/happy+joys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097119600822351042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RrybRXCydMI/AAAAAAAAAE8/3X62JfhK9xk/s320/happy+joys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RrybRnCydNI/AAAAAAAAAFE/E4nEp9lekLc/s1600-h/happy+joys1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097119605117318354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RrybRnCydNI/AAAAAAAAAFE/E4nEp9lekLc/s320/happy+joys1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RrybR3CydOI/AAAAAAAAAFM/qmyjjXGwocU/s1600-h/happy+joys2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097119609412285666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RrybR3CydOI/AAAAAAAAAFM/qmyjjXGwocU/s320/happy+joys2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; joys wanna be famous and soar high one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;remember ah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097119613707252994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RrybSHCydQI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_CUdLelJVCk/s320/%24we.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097121799845606690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RrydRXCydSI/AAAAAAAAAFs/aRslYsBxOnw/s320/happy+joys.25627-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097121791255672082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RrydQ3CydRI/AAAAAAAAAFk/hld03coE4UA/s320/happy+joys.25623-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097127799914919314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RryiunCydZI/AAAAAAAAAGk/5zC4LnQLv9I/s320/US.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097121799845606706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RrydRXCydTI/AAAAAAAAAF0/x1UfK4H6wps/s320/happy+joys.25630-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097121799845606722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RrydRXCydUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Z16J3t72ZRw/s320/happy+joys.25631-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097127799914919330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RryiunCydaI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fUoAiEHmNP0/s320/wew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097121804140574034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RrydRnCydVI/AAAAAAAAAGE/uGzOWNulwb4/s320/happy+joys.25634-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;uhmmmmm. that's me =\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097127791324984674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RryiuHCydWI/AAAAAAAAAGM/SkJwhfOoitU/s320/ALL+ALONE..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;late night shoppin' .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097119609412285682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RrybR3CydPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/bjVsofyK0Tg/s320/happy+joys3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097127795619952002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RryiuXCydYI/AAAAAAAAAGc/aZbOMT1S2cE/s320/happy+joys.25647-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;i love churches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097127795619951986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RryiuXCydXI/AAAAAAAAAGU/daqirjt9kwo/s320/d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;bloody hell, where's my ez-link card ah !?&lt;br /&gt;the bus coming already ! whalau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941598399548185649-6529650605710580835?l=joysdequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joysdequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/6529650605710580835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941598399548185649&amp;postID=6529650605710580835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941598399548185649/posts/default/6529650605710580835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941598399548185649/posts/default/6529650605710580835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joysdequeen.blogspot.com/2007/08/lazy-to-blog.html' title='joys tried on the new dress she got.'/><author><name>shut up and read.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024977157635026858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RrybRXCydMI/AAAAAAAAAE8/3X62JfhK9xk/s72-c/happy+joys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941598399548185649.post-26419655753716391</id><published>2007-08-09T06:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:26:06.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>apples.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;hello you again. it's 6.22 in the morning and i'm still up. i was searching for this song through imeem. omgz i like this song ! i heard it once on the radio and i was omgomgomg, i want the song ! okay, song title ? i have no idea. i hate sharin. go figure the title yourself. brr.&lt;br /&gt;anyways ! i'm still so wide awake ! it's raning now, much to my delight. i love love raniny days. can sleep ever so peacefully =&gt; i'm just afraid i can't wake up tomorrow. anyways ! lemme talk about sports heat\day. okay. i didn't wear anything i planned. i was running through my wardrobe when i found 3 more red tops !! haha, i tried 'em on but they don't go very well with my school skirt. okay, it stopped raining =&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; !!!! okay nevermind. i just wanna go on and type forever but i just lost waht i wanna say. i forgot. lemme see. i shall give myself a topic to talk about. haha, crazy joys entertaining herself. let's see. it's 6.33. what can i talk about to. stay on here forever ? d'you know that my waist is like so freeeeezing cold but the topper part's like so warm ? haha ! okay, -_-&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;lameeeee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;my shirt just happened to be cropped short and, check this edc. jannie's already got the white one. i want the black one ! faster go and buy for me, later out of stock i kill you, i tell you ^_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096466387836236946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RrpJLXCydJI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lI29DqtB3hI/s320/rit..JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RrpNh3CydLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/aZJ-0AddYoE/s1600-h/down+from+24th+lvl+in+jaws+jckt.+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096471172429804722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RrpNh3CydLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/aZJ-0AddYoE/s320/down+from+24th+lvl+in+jaws+jckt.+.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RrpNcXCydKI/AAAAAAAAAEs/3y3TDQP9T6o/s1600-h/jj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096471077940524194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RrpNcXCydKI/AAAAAAAAAEs/3y3TDQP9T6o/s320/jj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i took ages to hunt for these picsxz. i'm slepy now. it's 7.12 now. enjoy your day.&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/3941598399548185649-26419655753716391?l=joysdequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joysdequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/26419655753716391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941598399548185649&amp;postID=26419655753716391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941598399548185649/posts/default/26419655753716391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941598399548185649/posts/default/26419655753716391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joysdequeen.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-just-afraid-i-cant-wake-up-tomorrow.html' title='apples.'/><author><name>shut up and read.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024977157635026858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RrpJLXCydJI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lI29DqtB3hI/s72-c/rit..JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941598399548185649.post-860463071443499689</id><published>2007-08-09T03:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:26:09.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuckin diet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;hello you.&lt;br /&gt;it's 3.06 in the morning now, i'm supposed to be in bed by now cauz i gotta wake up &lt;strong&gt;BY&lt;/strong&gt; 7.30 tomorrow for a jog with jannie ! like omgz, i've been saying i'm gonna go joggin' for the mbzillion&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; time but i failed to do so. just because of my laziness. so for the sake of my figure,&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;go go joys !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you can do it,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;LIKE DUH !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ohohoh, jannie and i saw&lt;em&gt; lot&lt;/em&gt;s of omgomgomgomgly hot eurasians today ! haha, jannie's in love with the spanish guy. and as for me ? haha, we were walking when something from across the road caught my eyes. i shrieked and jannie burst out laughing cauz i shrieked out loud in public. but omgomgomgomg, my guy's &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; hot &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; he was cycling, yes, ang mor, his floppy hair was like flying cauz of the wind and he was like looking skfijsdnfkswo cute in that smile and ahem, he didn't have his hands on the handle. y'know ? like those professional cyclists. hahaha. pardon my good english. anyways !&lt;br /&gt;for the sake of my dreams to go out with mr ang mor, i have to start working my arse off to be &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;damn&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; fine ! i'll be having dates with toned joggers, tanned and tall swimmers, muscular gymmers from today onwards. final.&lt;br /&gt;cuaz ang mors don't seem to notice us asains unless we're &lt;strong&gt;bloomin'&lt;/strong&gt; hot and gorgeous and hot and gprgeous and hot and gorgeous and hot.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, the guy i " liked " from bukit view smokes. mthrfckng smokes.&lt;br /&gt;eeeeeugrh. euck. ewww.&lt;br /&gt;i hate and despise and hate guys who smokes. hell yes, i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096411953420727218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RroXq3Cyc7I/AAAAAAAAAC0/4KJXctOfIWA/s320/mr+cutest..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;AHHHHHHHHHH. HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT. ( i noticed the keypads produce this really nice " drum beats " when you type the word " hot " and space continously. trytry. ) hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RroZ0HCyc8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/C1xFi75n85w/s1600-h/28-07-07_1843-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096414311357772738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RroZ0HCyc8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/C1xFi75n85w/s320/28-07-07_1843-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE SHAWLSSSS !!! turquoise and red white. i went back again but truqqie was sold out. red white wasn't that prettaye the second time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096414324242674674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RroZ03Cyc_I/AAAAAAAAADU/q8-brrgoXo8/s320/ballsxz.25536.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096414328537641986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RroZ1HCydAI/AAAAAAAAADc/_G5PQbK9QLA/s320/ballsxz.25543.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;fake&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that's not &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; smile. i was biting the straw !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096417296360043538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/Rroch3CydBI/AAAAAAAAADk/zd5VTZvNzQM/s320/notnot..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096417296360043554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/Rroch3CydCI/AAAAAAAAADs/xdrHmbD0vOo/s320/ballsxz.25560-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I WANT THE LENGTH !!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096417695792002178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/Rroc5HCydII/AAAAAAAAAEc/jnVy15fQ6JQ/s320/ballsxz.25540-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY&lt;/strong&gt;. drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R A N D O M&lt;br /&gt;S H O T S .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RroZ0XCyc9I/AAAAAAAAADE/Nt0noGrctAs/s1600-h/and+i+pray+.+.+..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096414315652740050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RroZ0XCyc9I/AAAAAAAAADE/Nt0noGrctAs/s320/and+i+pray+.+.+..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; china. summer palace. the place whereby you pour your &lt;em&gt;dreams&lt;/em&gt; out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096414319947707362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RroZ0nCyc-I/AAAAAAAAADM/O521oXi8yUw/s320/angelic+lisa..JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096417691497034850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/Rroc43CydGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/P_oFGgnWF4A/s320/joys+hair..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096417691497034866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/Rroc43CydHI/AAAAAAAAAEU/_fpj942Ey3w/s320/lisa+myint..JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096417300655010866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RrociHCydDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/bI0iJE4tCVw/s320/ballsxz.24723.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096417300655010882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RrociHCydEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/iwNi-uhzg2o/s320/ballsxz.25565.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;gogo joys !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941598399548185649-860463071443499689?l=joysdequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joysdequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/860463071443499689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941598399548185649&amp;postID=860463071443499689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941598399548185649/posts/default/860463071443499689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941598399548185649/posts/default/860463071443499689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joysdequeen.blogspot.com/2007/08/hello-you.html' title='fuckin diet.'/><author><name>shut up and read.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024977157635026858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RroXq3Cyc7I/AAAAAAAAAC0/4KJXctOfIWA/s72-c/mr+cutest..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941598399548185649.post-1273716038752104010</id><published>2007-08-07T00:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T00:22:41.695+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the bottom part.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='so random'/><title type='text'>national.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;yes. i'm omgomgomg stressed up over this. should i wear the &lt;u&gt;white&lt;/u&gt; chaps or the &lt;u&gt;red&lt;/u&gt; esprit ???? okay, the white's this and the red's this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the white's kinda revealing while the red's maidish. but rest assured, i look good in both =&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS ! I MANAGED TO CHEER MYSELF WITH SOME SHOPPINGS ! i got myself two dresses, cheers =&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to heeren with j and jj and that's where i met my love ! oh yeah, saw minji too ! she looks a little different. still like her but she looks like something mixed korean. she's a pretty korean =&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways ! went to esprit for my shawlie but i wasn't as in love with it as when i first saw it. it looked common and well, &lt;em&gt;common&lt;/em&gt;. i was thinking of wearing my chaps white and that red and white shawl. and, uhm. school skirt. i think it'll look nice la. the top, that is. but the shawl wasn't that appealing on the second sight. anyways ! egos aside, whoah i looked so elegantly hot in that brown piece and girlyly sexaye in that pink piece.&lt;br /&gt;yeah ^.^v&lt;br /&gt;and uhm, sadly, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt; sadly&lt;/em&gt;, i have $0.00 left. i'm so sad la okay ! i need you to treat me ! haha, every week's the same for me. broke on the&lt;em&gt; first&lt;/em&gt; day of the pretty week. my 50 $, just flew away like that. i think i'm still left with 10 cents. i think. so jazzie's using my pc now. he gonna give me 12 $ on wednesday cauz i'm having school function on that day so i'm forcing him to give me. bribing him in a way, tehehe. so.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. that bloody neckless. y'know what she said !? she said&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; act cute. like what the fuck !?&lt;br /&gt;okay, i give ya the honour of being my judge. the story -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought a 50 cents bun which was yummy based on the fact that i was deadly famished ( no breakfast, had 2 spoons of chicken curry for recess and that was all. ) . i had the urge to piss, so sadly, farah led me to that doomed staircase which i hoped i didn't set foot on. i was just eating my bun innocently, when i saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;what is this ?&lt;/span&gt; " &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;looking at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;joyce, you think you very cute is it, eating here. go and eat in the canteen.&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;strong&gt;i wanna go toilet that's why !&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walked down and threw that bun which seemed toxicatedly cursed at that moment straight down in to the bin. i turned back and saw her. she smiled, like those sign, smilez thang. i couldn't take it. so i just frowned at her and threw her my angry face and walked away. like what the bloody fuck sia.&lt;strong&gt; how dare &lt;/strong&gt;she say &lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt; was acting cute !? i'm really sensitive when people say&lt;strong&gt; i&lt;/strong&gt; act cute. i'll hate that mother fucking person a fuck load, including &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. so i was really really pissed off with her and kept cursing her. i really can't take it cool \ keep it cool whenever people accuse of me acting cute. it's like, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; acting cute. that's so not omgomgomgomgomgomgly me. acting cute's not in my family's name. like do i even need to act cute ? hell no. irritating sia these shiets. all that can come out of their mouth is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" eeeeyer. hao eeeeeeeer xing. "&lt;br /&gt;" dont act cute la. "&lt;br /&gt;" you damn ugly sia. "&lt;br /&gt;" hey, you're so fat ! "&lt;br /&gt;" you're ugly. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is that alllllllllll you can say to insult ? i mean, whenev i see people insulting the innocents, the words that shoot out from their mouths are always and i mean &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt;, range from ugly to fat. can't you think of something &lt;em&gt;else&lt;/em&gt; ? &lt;strong&gt;be creative&lt;/strong&gt; ! you won't affect the person's feelings by saying heshe is fat cauz it's just&lt;em&gt;, fat&lt;/em&gt;. and whenev jason's angry with me, it's just " fat pig. " or " fucker. "&lt;br /&gt;anyways ! back to neckless, i hate her, for the mbzillion&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; time. i was so nice to her. oh wells. screw her. i don't know what's her problem. is it because she can't be me ? or is it because she's just kiakia ? nevermind. it is weird. weirdo weirdo ~ bukit view's crazy. like what's with the rules ? i hope many will change school which is highly impossible, but. ! i hope people will. eh, you know right ? cheefong's brother is the cool man ! he wrote a letter saying that he's sorry cf is late for the third time. but he doesn't wish for cf to be sent home, because sending students home is not the best solution so he requested they change the punishment. and ta-daaaah ! cf only got detention \ suspension in school. so ! raise your voice, speak out ! like my maid said, " voice out your thoughts. " must be she learn from dictionary one lor. anyways, bukit view's fucked badly now. i hope right, sooner or later, they'll come to their senses and stop their naive act but i highly doubt they will. they're too naive to do so ; thinking it's for us the students' good blah. and you now right ? last time when me and afiah kena by mrs t that time right ? she said that she made the students run around the car park just to embarass the students so they won't come late anymore in future. really meh ? i thought is not one ? actually right, if yuo think about it, i don't think it's useful for students to run around the car park like what the hell ? running won't stop you from going to school late ! those running ah, is silly. it makes us perspire and lose focus in clas during lesons. stupid ~ why can't they just get back to the usual in-school suspension ? that was much more relaxed leh. just sit there sleep sleep or revise or read. nicer leh, better then going home lor. eh but go home also damn shiok. stupid teachers. okay idk why i'm speaking in this weird way *_* . hahah ! pardon. ahhh, why can't the singapore flag be colorful ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941598399548185649-1273716038752104010?l=joysdequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joysdequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/1273716038752104010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941598399548185649&amp;postID=1273716038752104010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941598399548185649/posts/default/1273716038752104010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941598399548185649/posts/default/1273716038752104010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joysdequeen.blogspot.com/2007/08/anyways-went-to-esprit-for-my-shawlie.html' title='national.'/><author><name>shut up and read.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024977157635026858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941598399548185649.post-1748170529837887228</id><published>2007-08-06T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T00:38:20.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hello you ~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just got back from king albert's ! &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STUDYING&lt;/strong&gt; FOR MY SCIENCE&lt;/u&gt; ! haha, i did study and &lt;u&gt;i'm so bloody proud of it &lt;strong&gt;i fucking dare tell you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. thanks to farah cauz without her, i'm definitely not gonna know where to start. she guided me along. from light, to reflection to convex and concave mirrors. but she gotta go home early, so off our next few chapters. okay, i was supposedly to be having my &lt;em&gt;maths&lt;/em&gt; lesson, stinky lee told me he'll pick me up from ka's. but when he arrived, i was like told him if i could skip today's lesson and go for a make up some other days cauz i'll be having science common test on monday. he was kinda unwilling, saying i didn't want him to help ah. cauz he teaches physics too. lol but in the end, he went to have dinner and teach chriselle instead. anyways ! as i was walking home right, i noticed that my click-clacks of my merry-jane goes along &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; well&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; with enrique inglesia's &lt;em&gt;do you know what it feels like&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;damn nice !&lt;/span&gt; mine's like an additional drum beat but it goes along &lt;em&gt;perfectly&lt;/em&gt; well with it, and i mean perfectly perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;yeah^.^v&lt;br /&gt;anyways ! you're gonna hear something and i'll be very happy if you're proud of me =&gt; okies, take a big gulp of air and,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i took out my nose piercing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool isn't it !? well, okay, maybe not. i took it out cauz the hole was like big and the stud kept coming out &lt;u&gt;on its own&lt;/u&gt;. so you can imagine how big it is right ? and then i had to push it in and in &lt;em&gt;everytime&lt;/em&gt; and it'd hurt =&lt; i couldn't stand the pain so it's gone now. buh-bye to my nose piercing. oh oh oh. i was like sleeping soundly in the morning, i slept at 5am in the morning today, stayed awake surfing the net, i remember myself using my blanket to like wipe or something my face. i don't know how, but i felt my nose stud come off. my hand travelled up to my nose and really ! it was gone ! i shot up right, wide awake, and the blanket slipped down so did the stud. i quickly tried putting the stud but i couldn't find the spot. so i ran down at the speed of light, into the toilet and put it in. surprisingly, it just slipped in &lt;em&gt;peacefully&lt;/em&gt;, no need the pushing in hard blah. i was so scared my hole'd close cauz i had to pierce it &lt;strong&gt;twice two two 2 times&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;u&gt;i swear i took &lt;strong&gt;less than 10 seconds&lt;/strong&gt; to reach the toilet&lt;/u&gt;. i went back to sleep again, constantly feeling my nose, i don't know how in the world i could do that but i managed to, even though i was sleeping. then. i woke up cauz i had to go to ikea for some furnitures. i was washing my face, and then as i was clearing my nose, i sorta pressed my left nose, and THE STUD DROP OFF ! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;JUST LIKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;THAT !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i screamed both in shock and pain and put it back again. i saw the hole. it was real big. and honestly, i was really afraid it'd leave a scar. anyways, i was in mc, talking and laughing when i felt my nose again. and this time, THE STUD WAS HALF WAY OUT ! i pushed it back and it hurt this time. i texted jaw and told him i'm considering giving up my hole and pierce it once more during september hols. he said yeah. i jumped. really really jumped and screamed in joy. went to toilet, held farah's hand, and slip ~~&lt;br /&gt;the stud went. now, i look just like any ordinary girl. but hey, at least i did it for the sake of my own health right ? and believe it or not, i was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; excited, as excited as when i wanted to pierce, when i was taking the shiet out ! but i was &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;much much much more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; excited when taking it out. good la, at least i look decent now =&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jason : &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jie, i tell you i'm not going fun day. you think i want to help them ah?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;people enjoy i must go help and serve them. i then don't want to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joys ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;well then, i'm gonna complain to jesus that you're being a very irresponsible scout.&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/3941598399548185649-1748170529837887228?l=joysdequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joysdequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/1748170529837887228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941598399548185649&amp;postID=1748170529837887228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941598399548185649/posts/default/1748170529837887228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941598399548185649/posts/default/1748170529837887228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joysdequeen.blogspot.com/2007/08/hello-you-i-just-got-back-from-king.html' title=''/><author><name>shut up and read.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024977157635026858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941598399548185649.post-2477874970389518509</id><published>2007-08-06T00:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T00:14:58.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>studed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="border-collapse:collapse;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=79491495&amp;ver=102906" quality="high"  salign="lt" width="579" height="435" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt; 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tentrum over it. i " stomped " on the keypads with my hand. i " beat " my pc like a mbzillion times and steeped on its charger and everything possible to get its life back. but sad to say, &lt;u&gt;none&lt;/u&gt; of my tricks worked. it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;refused&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to obey my commands and so ! this pc was left untouched for days, or even &lt;em&gt;weeks&lt;/em&gt;. but i managed to post yesterday y'know why ? haha, smartie skirt typed out &lt;s&gt;my&lt;/s&gt; cheepeng's email and my passwprd and every other websites i wanted to visit and of course, my dairy into my cell. so from there, i sent the note to my pc and so, you should know the rest =&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways ! i met jaw just now and he was like helping me adjust it back and guess what was the reason ? my keypads were locked \ it is. the numlock thangy. =.=&lt;br /&gt;if smart joys were to have used her brain, she wouldda break the code ! brrrr.&lt;br /&gt;anyways ! imma gonna go to ikea ( hopefully ) tomorrow to get myself some stuff for moi room =&gt; and imma gonna go orchard again on monday ! hey, should i get that &lt;u&gt;esprit shawl&lt;/u&gt; or should i buy a red \ white tee for singapore's national day ??? i'm so-called stressing over it cauz you see, i was going through my wardrobe when i came across this red esprit shirt that i even forgot existed and i got it when i first came to singapore except i rarely hardly, never wore it. i tried it on and i have to admit, i looked good in it ah ! so should i go get a new red white shirt and get the shawl some other time or should i just use the old reddie and get that shawl which was love at first sight ??? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;HELPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP&lt;br /&gt;PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RrTRa3Cyc4I/AAAAAAAAACc/OQwcoaAn_jk/s1600-h/red+and+wh5te..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094927337845322626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RrTRa3Cyc4I/AAAAAAAAACc/OQwcoaAn_jk/s320/red+and+wh5te..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RrTRa3Cyc5I/AAAAAAAAACk/y-EaReSsD5Y/s1600-h/wh5te..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094927337845322642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RrTRa3Cyc5I/AAAAAAAAACk/y-EaReSsD5Y/s320/wh5te..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RrTRbHCyc6I/AAAAAAAAACs/wGgwXi8N3z4/s1600-h/wh5te+f34ffy..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094927342140289954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RrTRbHCyc6I/AAAAAAAAACs/wGgwXi8N3z4/s320/wh5te+f34ffy..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;joys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS ! i have the urge to blog about &lt;u&gt;neckless pukimacau&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i hate her !&lt;/span&gt; yes i do. nevermind. i shan't blog about that shiet. i made a story today, which is so nice !! okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941598399548185649-6791899010666735121?l=joysdequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joysdequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/6791899010666735121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941598399548185649&amp;postID=6791899010666735121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941598399548185649/posts/default/6791899010666735121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941598399548185649/posts/default/6791899010666735121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joysdequeen.blogspot.com/2007/08/picta_05.html' title='picta.'/><author><name>shut up and read.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024977157635026858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RrTRa3Cyc4I/AAAAAAAAACc/OQwcoaAn_jk/s72-c/red+and+wh5te..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941598399548185649.post-2933044241961966750</id><published>2007-08-04T03:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T00:26:16.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HA--Y 16YS WAS VV SAD B4T SHE SAW DARRY3.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;okay, &lt;strong&gt;stop &lt;/strong&gt;misunderstanding me fucks. i.am.not.a.fucking.btich !&lt;br /&gt;i just got that look from this old btich herself giving me that stare. i had a &lt;em&gt;friendly&lt;/em&gt; face on which i'll explain why later. so i was like still smiling when i walked up the slope. she looked at me with this btichy face that expresses this who's-more-beautiful expression thang. she looked away after seeing my friendly face. okay nevermind. the reason why i'm a happy swan ; after sending farah off to her bus, i turned to walk back but my eyes caught sight of this &lt;u&gt;old lady&lt;/u&gt;. we looked at each other and i smiled to her &lt;em&gt;all the time&lt;/em&gt; but she just gave me that &lt;em&gt;straight&lt;/em&gt; face with. you know? those old people's face that look one and a half times frownier than us when they don't smile because they have saggy skin and it makes them look like they're giving you the inverted u? yeah. then she stopped, and looked at me. being &lt;u&gt;the kind and loving queen&lt;/u&gt;, i stopped too. she then placed both her hands on my shoulder and asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ni shi sei ah ?&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;who are you ah ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*wtfucking hell. you don't bloody remember me ? *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; err. nei ge. zu zai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(don't know what to call her)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and pointed up to the slope which meant the place there.&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;orh ! zu zai wo nu er de jia ah ?&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh ! live there one ah ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;diu ah =&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;orh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; ( she then broke into the big beautiful smile which resembled my guardian's smile except that i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;won't compliment her -.- )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;waa, ne bian de hen mei wo dou ren bu chu lai le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; "&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oooh. wow you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;become more pretty already i cannot regconize you already !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;HAHAHA ! which made me smile like mad. i was grinning. okay you may be wondering like what a silly pig i would be to actually take it for real but she was serious okay ! she then asked me if i was wearing my school uniform. haha, cute question right ? i &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;adore &lt;/span&gt;old people. they look so frail and adorable i wanna pinch them squeeze them and hug them ~~ !!!! &gt;.&lt; &lt;anyways, language="" hopefully=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;anyways, i have to say that &lt;em&gt;alllllllll&lt;/em&gt; her children are bloody fucks. they're not even close to their granny. they used to go to her house every tuesdays or wednesdays which i don't care but now, they fucking choose not to go. i mean like what sia !? she's &lt;u&gt;mom&lt;/u&gt; like hello ? how can you like be so ignorant towards her ? she worked hard to keep you stupid people alive leh and you guys are repaying her like this. you all are just some omgomgomgomgomgomg people. okay maybe because it's&lt;strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;totally&lt;/u&gt; different from &lt;u&gt;my&lt;/u&gt; family&lt;/strong&gt; back home because we stay &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. we love and we have meals together. we don't you stay in abc and i stay in xyz so it's &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; far a distance to travel to visit and have meals together when actually, it's &lt;u&gt;just&lt;/u&gt; 20 blocks of distance ! not only guardian's family. but many other &lt;em&gt;singaporean &lt;/em&gt;families too. we don't just dump our grandparents in that old fuckin folks' home you know ? okay nevermind. i'm too caring sometimes. ahhhh ! how could i forget ! i was like sitting on the chair \ it's called at the bus stop with farah when this guy looked at me but not my face, just somewhere &lt;em&gt;below&lt;/em&gt; the face the whole time he walked past me.&lt;br /&gt;" okay, is it me is it he really looking ah ? "&lt;br /&gt;" he looking, he looking. "&lt;br /&gt;he then proceeded to talking to his friends. and i heard that familiar language ; it was burmese&lt;em&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my darling country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; i glanced over to him and he was omgomgomgomg handsome ! okay, maybe not that much. he was just fine. no, more than fine. but less than double hot. farah agreed that he was good looking also. but but but. farah's bus came. so i couldn't talk to him, which i doubt i could. i was like "&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i have to talk to him,&lt;strong&gt; i have to ~!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; " but that bloody bus had to spoil my beautiful plan. so there i walked and then i saw the ahma blah. okay, i have to blog about this. i hate miss c omgomgomg much. she fucking asked me to take out my nose stud. and i was close to tears because she doesn't understand ~! i choose to plaster my stud over just so the teachers won't catch me. i fucking chose to use a plaster to cover it when i can bloody well show it off to the whole world right ? i respect the school by &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; exposing it, i fucking respectED the school by not exposing it you know? and there're so many shiets that have their noses pierced but you don't catch them ? why ? just because they're ahlianbengs and i'm not ? so i can't shout back at y'all ? i fucking respect y'all by talking shiet sweet to y'all when you fucking shiets raise your oh-i'm-so-fierce-and-i-demand-you-to voice at me ! i don't care la. from today on, i'm never ever gonna smile to you you bloody watch out. i fucking am not gonna give a shiet to your existence, let alone your presence. &lt;strong&gt;fuck &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't you be like mr zukiflee? i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;prou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dly &lt;/span&gt;spell his name&lt;/strong&gt; out cauz i like him. them other students not cauz they don't understand. mr z is so much better. he's my favourite male teacher including mr chong and mr shenjian.&lt;br /&gt;i was walking to the water cooler when i saw mr z.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; what happen to your nose&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( or something )&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ah ?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( with that he knows look, nicely. )&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;strong&gt;huh, got pimple ^^&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;is it pimple or piercing ?&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;strong&gt;huh, but i cover leh, see.&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i forgot what. but he was &lt;u&gt;really&lt;/u&gt; nice and friendly towards it. we smiled while we talked unlike some motherfucking neckless pukiherblah ( i learnt it just today. supposed to be bukimacau. but the meaning's kinda like poisonous. i called neckless bukimacau at first but i was like can change the mom part or not cauz i don't wanna scold her mom cauz she's innocent. so it's puki her *name. and then the other time when i saw him, he was like.&lt;br /&gt;" then now what. loose plaster already. "&lt;br /&gt;then pointed to his nose. i didn't catch what he said but i smiled &lt;strong&gt;widely &lt;/strong&gt;to him. asked farah then she told me. and then the other time when i was wearing this bling bling earring last year. he came and was like.&lt;br /&gt;" what?&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; ( forgot what )&lt;/span&gt; caret earring ah ? "&lt;br /&gt;" huh, haha. no la, fake one la ^^ "&lt;br /&gt;see. be like him you neckless shiet. fuck you mbzillion harder.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. another shiet i sadly have to mention. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'s is such a ..., shiet. she came to me and asked me about what my parents do, which part of myanmar i stay in, which part of thailand i stay in, blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;okay, can can. next time i come you help me get a hotel okay?&lt;/span&gt; but of course &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;we'll say the money.&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;haha, no need la. next time you come you come stay in my house.&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;why, your house very big and nice ah ?&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;yeh, my mom just bought it last year. then damn big and nice. you next time&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;come stay la.&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;okay, ya, can ah ? okay, you have to give me your contact number.&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;okay, i'll give you my uncle's number in thailand. next time you go you just&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;call&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;him.&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;okay, so i have to get your singapore and thailand number.&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsktsk. she was one of the bargain queens from china&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; ( we went there with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;them. )&lt;/span&gt; oh yes, speaking of which ah, eh. next time if you ever get a chance to come to myanmar, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;must &lt;/strong&gt;come my house okay!&lt;/span&gt; it's&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; very&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;very &lt;/span&gt;omgomgomgomgomg nice &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i'm not saying it just because it's my house. it's because it's really nice. it's painted white and it's 2 big and wide levels from the front. you enter this office and there'll be a staircase which will lead you to the 3rd level. 3rd level is servants' bedroom and a god place. and a big empty space which jaw &amp;amp; i suggested to momsie to turn into a dance "studio" with mirrowed walls. haha ! cauz we took up ballroom dancing so we were like bloody excited la. anyways, if you're tired, there's a&lt;em&gt; mini jacuzzi&lt;/em&gt; in momsie's room that awaits you ~! if you're bored, you can sit at this place which i don't know how to call. it's like english's breakfast place. the roof's made of glass. so the sunlight passes down into the place. you can relax and enjoy the scenery from there. if you need a rural feel, you can just on this switch and there'll be water falling from the " mountains " in this back of the house pond. not to forget this thing my uncle bought. you on it and there's this bird chirping and this wave flowing sound.&lt;br /&gt;yeah ^-^v&lt;br /&gt;there's also a big garden in the front and there're tables and chair around for you to sit and sip that tea and coffe of your and that oj, ovaltine and milk of mine. there're empty spaces around the car park and park and house itself for you to run and play about. aiya. i suck at describing. i'll just take a pic when i get back end of this year ~! hopefully =&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrigty right. dinner's screaming my name.&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/3941598399548185649-2933044241961966750?l=joysdequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joysdequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/2933044241961966750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941598399548185649&amp;postID=2933044241961966750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941598399548185649/posts/default/2933044241961966750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941598399548185649/posts/default/2933044241961966750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joysdequeen.blogspot.com/2007/08/ha-y-16ys-was-vv-sad-b4t-she-saw-darry3.html' title='HA--Y 16YS WAS VV SAD B4T SHE SAW DARRY3.'/><author><name>shut up and read.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024977157635026858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941598399548185649.post-7533667556381112341</id><published>2007-08-02T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T00:03:04.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hello you.&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently in the school computor&lt;/span&gt; labbie. okay. there're so many stuff happening in my life but i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;can't blog them, reson why ?&lt;br /&gt;my fucking brother spoilt my pc. he fucking messed up the key pads goddamnit. and he still had the cheeks to go play some stupids games when i was bathing. and the keypads were &lt;em&gt;already&lt;/em&gt; haywire.&lt;br /&gt;nkdslfjkdsgl;j;golrd&lt;br /&gt;but it was okay i guess. haha. i went shopping with jaw and janelle on monday and i was left with only &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2 $&lt;/span&gt; for the rest of the&lt;strong&gt; four days&lt;/strong&gt; ! sosososo ! jazzie lent me all his cash and just like yesterday, i was napping so soudly when he woke me up with -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;strong&gt;jie, you got no money already right ?&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;* stares at ghim with those sleepy eyes of mine.&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;strong&gt;nahhh. give you.&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;" two dollars only ah !? "&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;strong&gt;eh ! people give you money already you don't come and ask for so much !&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, so i'm left with only &lt;em&gt;1.20 $&lt;/em&gt; now. bought a bottle of mineral water and no, it's not evian.&lt;br /&gt;it's " polar." or whatev.&lt;br /&gt;if you see me drinking mineral water, it simply means i'm fucking broke. or i'm just tryna be healthy. OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;anyways ! i got myself a vest from FAREAST. okay shut up, stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;i noticed the materials used were bloody the same. like some weird materials. so i got the vest anyway. OH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I PIERCED MY NOSE ~!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ONEONE111~!!!!1!1ONEOONONE11O1NE!1!!!!111111! HAHAHAHA, I GOT MY NOSE PIERCED ~ ~ ~ ~&lt;br /&gt;okayokay. lemme just continue with my vestie. i bought it outta no choice cauz i was in a really deep mood cuaz of the bloody piercing.&lt;br /&gt;so, when i was walking outta the shop, i told jaw and janiie that i didn't want it anymore cauz i'd rather buy the esprit shawl which looked mbzillion better. and, &lt;em&gt;it's esprit.&lt;/em&gt; not soome i-m-not-a desighner-brand y'know ?&lt;br /&gt;so i went back to the shop and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt; do you have a similar piece but the top is a ribbon cauz i don't quite like this.&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;" oh, sorry..., we don't have it. "&lt;br /&gt;she then took the vestie and examined it.&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;strong&gt;okay so do you think it's refundable ?&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;" i can help you sew it if you want ."&lt;br /&gt;totally.avoiding.my.question.&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;strong&gt;hmm. om then.&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she kia kia asked me about my studeis blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, the shawl i wanted is really yummilicious fantabulously gorgeously gortgeous.&lt;br /&gt;i love two of them.&lt;br /&gt;one is &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;t&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;uo&lt;/span&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;the other's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;r&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;d &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; w&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;te&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and it's only 30 each. my bloody vest cost me 24 $.&lt;br /&gt;you see the difference ? it's only a few dollars' of difference but the materials and brand and every single shiet is different. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;d-i-f-f-e-r-e-n-t. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okies. i gotsa go. i'm left with a sixty -second time bomb.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, imma gonna get my baby this monday. and i have to have to have top get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;have.to.get.it !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;okies. time ran out.&lt;br /&gt;i type so bloody slow =&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941598399548185649-7533667556381112341?l=joysdequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joysdequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/7533667556381112341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941598399548185649&amp;postID=7533667556381112341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941598399548185649/posts/default/7533667556381112341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941598399548185649/posts/default/7533667556381112341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joysdequeen.blogspot.com/2007/08/school.html' title='school.'/><author><name>shut up and read.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024977157635026858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941598399548185649.post-3159013227092904397</id><published>2007-07-27T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:26:14.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>joys's past.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;evening was spent clearing joys's room.&lt;br /&gt;found&lt;em&gt; so&lt;/em&gt; many stuff that i forgot even existed.&lt;br /&gt;anyways. i had health check up today and i guess right, my eye is still &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;perfecto&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 / 06.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;that's good right ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wehehe. anyways, farah and i left our shoes in the class while we were walking down to the check up place ( forgot the name of the room. the one at the bottom level. ) with only our sox. haha ! i don't think many people noticed cauz it's clearly white, just like tem school shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr z : &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;what happened to your shoes ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;f : &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;we're having health check up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me. : &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;in the class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr z : &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;why aren't y'all wearing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;f :&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;cauz we're having health check up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me. : &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yeah, so we left it in the class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr z : &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;left it in the class? why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me. :&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; cauz very heavy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr z : &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;verrrry heavvvy . !&lt;/span&gt; ( with that tune. lol )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what yo. i needa go over to the hospital itself for some injections.&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh. i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;drag&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; going there !&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; injections. they're pure nightmare &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i still remember that time when i was sucha young cuttie struck with tummy ache.&lt;br /&gt;i felt as though i was gonna die. it hurt lotsssss and i got admitted into the hospital for around 2 months. HAHA !&lt;br /&gt;yeah, myanmar's thatttttttttt exaggerated.&lt;br /&gt;i had to have &lt;u&gt;at least&lt;/u&gt; 3 jabs per day to which i &lt;em&gt;strongly&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;hardly&lt;/strong&gt; e&lt;em&gt;xtr&lt;/em&gt;e&lt;strong&gt;mel&lt;/strong&gt;y detested.&lt;br /&gt;the doctors got no choice but to bring in a few nurses everytime they jab me.&lt;br /&gt;lol, nurses to hold my limbs &lt;u&gt;flat down&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i struggled and struggled, rolled around the 4 corners of the bed and everything. cried and cried and screamed at the top of my lungs. the doctas were like if you don't wanna inject at the hips area, then we'll have to inject it at your leg and shiet.&lt;br /&gt;the best thang about having an injection is definitely,&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt; the monehhhh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA ! after my screamings which lasted up to hours, momsie'll be like give me ten thousand kyats. haha ! i'll " demand " more everytime cauz i'm really really really afraid of injections. oh yeah. since i'm talking about my tummy ache, then i might as well continue.&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, after months of staying in the hospital ( i went to 2 hospitals. one was only days. the other is months. ) , my condition didn't improve.&lt;br /&gt;so moms brought me to thailand for check up instead.&lt;br /&gt;turned out, i had &lt;u&gt;too much calcium&lt;/u&gt; in me =.="&lt;br /&gt;you know those kind of cheese? the one that's inside this circular box with a cow with 2 cheese earings printing as the thingy ?&lt;br /&gt;the cheese is like a triangle except that cheese's base is curved. not straight.&lt;br /&gt;anyways! i could eat 3-4 boxes of that per day. i think there're around 6-8 inside. lol and i'd throw a really big fuss whenever my brother took&lt;strong&gt; one.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the docta told me to cut down on my milk intake and switch it to soya bean instead.&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't even take in soya milk at first. i hated it. but now is ok le laaaa.&lt;br /&gt;and i had this young docta who used to push me on my wheel chair whenever i don't feel like staying in te room. i vomitted once while we were having our daily routine cauz i drank a packet of milk i bought just before we left my room to tour around the hospital and i vomitted out all that milk ! HAHA ! and i used to get&lt;em&gt; really&lt;/em&gt; irritated with one of my great buddies for throwing the meat of the bun into my vomitting bowl because whenever i vomit, i'd vomit &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;more&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; cauz of those disgusting meat in it. lol ! and then i'd give that ultra frowny face of &lt;em&gt;mine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha ! and guess what !? he ( docter. ) had a crush on my&lt;em&gt; mom&lt;/em&gt; but i didn't like him idk why.&lt;br /&gt;i felt like. idk what. he tried to " win " me by attending this ceremony moms held for my grand daddy and buying me all those dear presents. haha ! to which he failed. &lt;u&gt;badly&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;whenever i see his face, i'll just. give the " eewwww " face and look away or just go somewhere else where i wouldn't see his face. and i &lt;em&gt;refused&lt;/em&gt; to dance cauz he was there. LOL !&lt;br /&gt;so yeah anyways. they didn't get together. i hoped they got together now but i doubt so cauz i heard that he's already married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;i wanna murder his ugly wifeeeey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i could cry for hours and give a straight face for hours &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; hours &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; hours.&lt;br /&gt;i used to run out of my house to the salon that's opened by my aunt (she's not my relative. i just call her aunt.) and sit at that place. you know, that thing you lay on when you get your hair washed ?&lt;br /&gt;yeah. then i'll start tearing the wallpaper off. haha. and i won't even move my butt off if there's a guest who wanna wash their hair.&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;haha ! there was once right, i was really pissed with something which i can't recall.&lt;br /&gt;momsie styled my hair ( though it's basically tying it only. but as a kid . . . ) for school la.&lt;br /&gt;i got angry all of a sudden and just got out of the room and stood at a corner and cried and fussed about but &lt;u&gt;none&lt;/u&gt; of the people cared ( i have at least 15 people in the house. there's an office in my house. and it's 4 levels high. haha. ) so i got even more angrier and started messing my hair and plucking out my hair &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;strand by strand&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. HAHA !&lt;br /&gt;and there was this tiny patch of baldness on my head but it's already healed now thank god.&lt;br /&gt;i can go on and on without stopping about my childhood. lol thinking back, i'm, no i &lt;em&gt;was.&lt;/em&gt; was sucha spoilt brat.&lt;br /&gt;i went back to myanmar just last december and when my aunt saw me, the first question she asked me was " &lt;strong&gt;do you still throw huge tentrum&lt;/strong&gt; ? "&lt;br /&gt;and i looked through my childhood albums and i spotted this picture of me with my parents at the temple during chinese new year.&lt;br /&gt;i looked at myself close only to realise i was wearing one of moms 's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;humongous gold&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;necklace with a read qi-pao, a white handbag, heels, and that proud and unwilling to smile face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. LOL ! i laughed out loud to myself. i'll try to scan the picture for you when i get back to myanmar again, which i don't think is gonna happen this year. idk. let's just see, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways ! * tryna snap myself back to reality and not the past.&lt;br /&gt;chatting with jannie now arranging for tomorrw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i pray to god i won't be late !!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;oh yeah ! haha ! farah and i lunched at this &lt;em&gt;new&lt;/em&gt; spot ( food court that's clean. ) and ate a 3 $ meal set. HAHA ! broke ladey =\&lt;br /&gt;saw nathaniel, jinquan, derrick and this other guy whom i haven't noticed before.&lt;br /&gt;then when they were leaving, one of em asked for my number !&lt;br /&gt;HAHA ! it's been ages since i last got asked for my number.&lt;br /&gt;but i think for him, is only based on friendliness.&lt;br /&gt;and and and. i miss that coffee bean beau. omg. met him at the coffee bean.&lt;br /&gt;haven't txted him for ever.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;OH ! guess what. i was late today again, with farah. but thank god and thank me and nathaniel, we were let off the hook cauz i was late for 5 times and nathaniel was more than 3 times. we were supposed tobe sent home but we told the teacher it's all beacue of 173. ms c helped by saying she witnessed us coming outta the bus just after a second the gate closed. which was utterly true. then when i was talking to cheefong, i heard ' mooooosxz ' then after a few minutes, i looked up cauz it just happend, y'know ? like happened happend. it's like, someone forced me to look up.&lt;br /&gt;and then i saw. my eks.&lt;br /&gt;and check these little icons out ! they're sucha cuttie aren't they !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;he had a tiny smile on. but i didn't smile idk why. i just gave that stare and got back to my talking with cf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictas by joycy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the process of soaking my sox.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RqntxXCycoI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AMOgp81QUqY/s1600-h/ballsxz.24886-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091862285974139522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RqntxXCycoI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AMOgp81QUqY/s320/ballsxz.24886-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RqntxXCycpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_eqmcfAv6fs/s1600-h/ballsxz.24887-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091862285974139538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RqntxXCycpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_eqmcfAv6fs/s320/ballsxz.24887-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RqntxnCycqI/AAAAAAAAAAs/N1Uehgi96VU/s1600-h/ballsxz.24888-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091862290269106850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RqntxnCycqI/AAAAAAAAAAs/N1Uehgi96VU/s320/ballsxz.24888-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RqntxnCycrI/AAAAAAAAAA0/GEpXMrqo_fA/s1600-h/ballsxz.24893-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091862290269106866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RqntxnCycrI/AAAAAAAAAA0/GEpXMrqo_fA/s320/ballsxz.24893-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/Rqntx3CycsI/AAAAAAAAAA8/WYvV75iNXEY/s1600-h/ballsxz.24894-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091862294564074178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/Rqntx3CycsI/AAAAAAAAAA8/WYvV75iNXEY/s320/ballsxz.24894-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; and originally, it was like. waaaaaaaa. i sibei sure that wasn't me. must be some hardcore lian go wear my sox then come take take pic one right ? i mean, you think i'll sit like that one meh. ah yo, ah yo. ntsk ntsk ntsk. how can ah, how can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RqoCUnCyc0I/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZUOs1HSTi4o/s1600-h/moi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091884881797083970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RqoCUnCyc0I/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZUOs1HSTi4o/s320/moi.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; and so. my new pair of tommy hilfiger sox was wasted.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; just like that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. the tricks of dust and dust. what have all these cleaners been doing ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RqoCU3Cyc1I/AAAAAAAAACE/vTM-Gy9PTz0/s1600-h/ballsxz.24866-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091884886092051282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RqoCU3Cyc1I/AAAAAAAAACE/vTM-Gy9PTz0/s320/ballsxz.24866-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RqnugHCyctI/AAAAAAAAABE/t9MfWo1BScw/s1600-h/ballsxz.24896-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091863089133023954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RqnugHCyctI/AAAAAAAAABE/t9MfWo1BScw/s320/ballsxz.24896-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RqnugXCycuI/AAAAAAAAABM/X_o11A1XprI/s1600-h/ballsxz.24900-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091863093427991266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RqnugXCycuI/AAAAAAAAABM/X_o11A1XprI/s320/ballsxz.24900-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; whatev.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RqnugXCycvI/AAAAAAAAABU/thx8ZfCpZIY/s1600-h/ballsxz.24899-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091863093427991282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RqnugXCycvI/AAAAAAAAABU/thx8ZfCpZIY/s320/ballsxz.24899-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i was tryna get the rural picta. but that plastic bag over there spoilt it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RqnugnCycwI/AAAAAAAAABc/ybd8-0IQ0bE/s1600-h/ballsxz.24904-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091863097722958594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RqnugnCycwI/AAAAAAAAABc/ybd8-0IQ0bE/s320/ballsxz.24904-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; haha, random. i was having dinnnnnnnerrrrr. alone =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i got these wireless bluetooth head set \ phone from jaww jaww ! haha, i lovex itx worhsxz.&lt;br /&gt;but really, it's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; convenient in the sense that you can move in&lt;em&gt; allllllllllllll&lt;/em&gt; directions without that wire dangling and dangling. you can jump and reach out and dance ! you can do sit-ups with it. you can have a " concert " with it and everything. i give it a 3.5 stars ! over 5 =&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cauz the quality of the sound ain't that good. it's not stereo you see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RqoE8XCyc2I/AAAAAAAAACM/wD9upE4p4vg/s1600-h/ballsxz.24876.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091887763720139618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RqoE8XCyc2I/AAAAAAAAACM/wD9upE4p4vg/s320/ballsxz.24876.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RqoE8nCyc3I/AAAAAAAAACU/8bcT-B2sHUc/s1600-h/ballsxz.24878.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091887768015106930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RqoE8nCyc3I/AAAAAAAAACU/8bcT-B2sHUc/s320/ballsxz.24878.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oi. careful ah. im a hardcore for like 0.001 % of my time.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091863999666090786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RqnvVHCycyI/AAAAAAAAABs/xngsxht9JMw/s320/ballsxz.24785.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091863900881842962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RqnvPXCycxI/AAAAAAAAABk/JwoMUAZ8q80/s320/ballsxz.24786.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OH YES !&lt;br /&gt;HOW COULD I FORGET !?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;check this shittiest shiet out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RqnwlXCyczI/AAAAAAAAAB0/xU5dhpNBahA/s1600-h/fuck+pose..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091865378350592818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RqnwlXCyczI/AAAAAAAAAB0/xU5dhpNBahA/s320/fuck+pose..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; the ugliest pose in the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wholeeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; universe is posed by none other than, your queen.&lt;br /&gt;zomgzzz ! i get bad nausea &lt;u&gt;EVERYTIME&lt;/u&gt; ( from after school today. ) i look at that peecha. god. &lt;u&gt;i look like a freakkkkk&lt;/u&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;okay, first of all. why on earth was i even carrying that book &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i only realised i was holding them when i was in the toilet pissing. and ! it stated it belonged to jenny, not me.&lt;br /&gt;-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-&lt;br /&gt;i think i took hold of them when i was getting my cardigan that was on jenny's desk.&lt;br /&gt;i really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;anywayz ! those 2 are from zong guo ! that experimetal school \ whatev. red's jiamin. white's x.&lt;br /&gt;oh nooooo ! HAHAHAH ! sorry sorry ! it's not&lt;em&gt; xd&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;OMG. careless me ! it's supposed to be '&lt;strong&gt; ft&lt;/strong&gt; ' !&lt;br /&gt;ft for feitong.&lt;br /&gt;haha ! i thought it was ' xiaodong ' while i was editing it ! okies nevermind. as your eyes can see, jm is pretty attractive. most gyals are attracted to him, &lt;u&gt;except&lt;/u&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;i much more prefer ft. don't ask me why. i think i can easily start a jm fan club considering the amount of gyal that fancy him. i shan't detail everything here so off i go ! wanna let jason use the pc. for 10 $. haha ! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;his tutor's damn nice can&lt;/span&gt; ! he gave jason 10 $ just because he did his homework right.&lt;br /&gt;man, i'll do everything, every single sum, every single page &lt;u&gt;with a&lt;em&gt;llllllllllll&lt;/em&gt; my heart&lt;/u&gt; if stinky lee gives me money just for completing my work beautifully ! then i can buy all those clothes. mountains and mountains of clothes.&lt;br /&gt;oceans and oceans of cardigans, dresses, evening gowns, pretty tops, vests, skinnies, skirts, accessories, heels, sandals, mary-janes, boots, scarfs, caps, perfumes, puddings, cheese cakes, ice-cream cakes, chocolate cakes, vanilla cakes, and and and, evrything.&lt;br /&gt;*gasp !&lt;br /&gt;I HEAR THEM CALLING MY NAME NOW !&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;joys joys. . . come . i'd look perfect on you . . come now .. .&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;joys, pretty ol' joys. i'd like to be in you.&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;joycy ! i wanna be worn by you and only you ! joycy, c'mon. joycy ! joyce !!&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;joys, oh that ever so pretty joys. come, i know you wanna pick me bad. just touch me. feel that texture ~~ , feel that fabric ~ , feel that excitement ~ , feel that temptation ~~. feel that joy ~, feel that wildness ~, ohhhhhhhhh, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;FEEEEEEL ME !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he336 y64. 5t's n6w 2.45 5n the 06rn5g. 5 sh643d be 5n bed b4t 5'0 14st t66 4nw5335ng t6 stand 4- even th64gh 5'0 dr6- dead t5red. anyways.&lt;br /&gt;THESE WERE S4--6SED T6 BE B36GGED 6N 5 D6N'T 2N6W WHAT DATE. S6 5 SHA33 14ST -4T 5T HERE =}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;July 25th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#003333;"&gt;whoopeedoodoo !&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; i lead sucha happy life !!&lt;/span&gt; it's &lt;em&gt;fabulously&lt;/em&gt; prettily &lt;em&gt;wonderfully&lt;/em&gt; perfectly &lt;em&gt;fantastically&lt;/em&gt; absoluletely and &lt;em&gt;completely &lt;/em&gt;gorgeous !! woohoo ! okies. so i talked to jone-dy ( what i call him in primary school. ) again ! okay, you may be wondering oh so what ? it's &lt;em&gt;only talking to him&lt;/em&gt; yadda yadda. but hey. &lt;u&gt;jone was sucha good friend of mine&lt;/u&gt;. our not talking much thing proceeded with not talking to each other or even acknowledging each other after the summer break. he thinks i'm see &lt;em&gt;throughable&lt;/em&gt; and i think he's see&lt;em&gt; throughable&lt;/em&gt;. idk why.&lt;em&gt;we don't even acknowledge each other when we see each other &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;we just walk past each other and continue not giving a shiet about each other. but deep in my heart, of course my heart is damn &lt;em&gt;suan&lt;/em&gt;. haha, okay, i don't even know why i even used that chinese word all of a sudden. anyways, i meant deep inside, my heart felt&lt;em&gt; sour.&lt;/em&gt; haha! okay, pardon my ever so good english. so i was buying a bottle of milk from the vending machine after school when someone " you going to fun day ? " ed. i turned to the voice and saw that ever so familiar face. &lt;em&gt;that cheerful and cheeky face&lt;/em&gt;. my heart gave a hearty leapt, screaming "&lt;strong&gt; it's jone !!&lt;/strong&gt; " the the corest core. so." oh, no i'm not going. you leh ? "" ya i going. "" oh, haha. "then i proceeded to punching the number of my milky into that thingy. that thing. whatev shiet it's called.anyways, our conversation ended just like that.then -i was walking down the aisle of the bus on the way back from farah's bus stop when this yellow guy ( he was wearing pe attire ) turned back and looked at me.i didn't notice that much. then he turned again. and like looked for a few seconds. so i turned to face it and saw that face again.my eyebrows arched like it's trying to escape off my pretty forehead. i was surprised to see him there. cauz i only saw zannie, fiona &amp;amp; silvia. and i only waved the them. so anyways, he hi ed. so i was ( inverted v eyebrow )" hey ! hi ~! "he waved bye after he pressed that bell. so he got off the bus and when he was outside, he was like looked in. then looked at his friend who was infront of me. but his friend didn't notice. then he looked at me just when i was already turning back my head to the front. so i turned back to him and he turned back to me and we finally waved bye. haha ! what a funny thang.oh oh oh, speaking of so much about him, joys just wanna remind you that herself and jone are only friends. joys loves pudding and jone lover achel. he's attached. oh it's useless tryna explain cauz you weren't from bukit timah primary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;so !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;farah and i hunted the hdb flat near this bukit batok community club and found a mc there. so we stayed in there and muggie mugged.i'm &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; proud of myself ! you know why ? cauz right, i did &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;maths &lt;/span&gt;! my &lt;u&gt;weakest&lt;/u&gt; subject.i did one graph for my tuition work ! ^-^vi was on my way to the washroom when i saw a gym in there. i was so sdf4sfdgsv excited !!!after reading that notice, it stated only orangs who're between the age of &lt;strong&gt;18 &lt;/strong&gt;to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;60&lt;/span&gt; are allowed in -.-i was so disappointed . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;143y 28th, 11.36-0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;s6n 5f a 06ther f4c25ng bt5ch.50 tear5ng as 50 ty-5ng these.what the f4c2. 5've had en64gh 6f these.0y -s 5s n6w 5n a b5g 0ess. a33 these 2eys 5 ty-e arent g5v5ng 0y s4--6sed t6 be 3etter. f4c25ng 1as6n. 5 fee3 352e 25335ng h50, 5 rea33y d6. what the f4c2 5s h5s -r6b3e0 !/!/!/!/!/!/1/!/!//!/1/!Q1` q112. the 3ast t50e 5 3ent h50 0y b662, 5 g6t 5t bac2 very t6rn and tattered. 5 3ent h50 a y6nex bad05nt6n rac2et wh6ch c6st a b60b and 5 g6t 5t bac2 a33 str5ngs detached. reas6n why was beca4se he and h5s fr5ends went t6 4se the f4c25ng sc5ss6rs t6 -62e the sr5ng t533 5t br62e. and 14st yesterday,5 3earnt h50 a head set ca4z h5s s-653t and 5 g6t 5t bac2 a33 w5re3ess. the w5re 5ns5de ca0e 64t f4c2 y64. and 5 6n3y 3earnt 5t t6 h50 14st yesterday. 5 cant even ca- 36c2. f4c2er s6fab. -3ease 3a. cant he f4c25ng ta2e care f6 -e6-3es' -r6-ert5es //////////14st 352e chee-eng's b662. he 3ent 0e h5s g6d father weh5ch 1as6n b6rr6wed fr60 0e. and when 5 g6t 5t bac2, the -r6tect5ve -3ast5xc was t6rn.f4c2er. rea33y a f4c2er. 5 h6-w he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;04ch 3ater 5n 143y 28th, at 11.55 -0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;62ay. 5 fee3 better n6w, s6 5 sha33 b36g ab64t 0y day t6day. we33, as 5 t63d y64 6r 5f 5 haven't, then, 5 went 64t t6 0eet 1aw and 1ane33e t6day ca4z we wanted t6 ce3ebrate 1ane33e chae3's b5rthday.haha, 5 g6t 1an's na0e ca4z we were at chane3 when 5 s4dden3y, " 1ane33e, we're at chane3. " and 1an and chan rhy0es, s6 she's 1ane33e de chane3 n6w = haha, branded na0e =}s6 ! 5 went t60eet 1aw at h5s st6- then t6gether, we tra5ned 6ver t6 harb64r fr6n t6 0eet 1anchan.we went t6 v5v6 f6r 352e a 05n4te 6n3y / then went t6 th5s harb64r fr6nt sh6--5ng 0a33 and had 16335bean ca4z 0y st60ach was gr40b35ng. s6 0y hard w6r2 6f -ac25ng 4- f6r beachy was wasted after a33. 5 br64ght 36t56ns, -6wders, -erf40e, c60b, sha0-66 and c6nd5r56ner, t6w3, c36thes, bra, 0a2e 4- sets, banana, ca-s, head-h6ne, 6n and 6n and t4rned 64t, we d5dn't even g6 t6 the beach. 5t was b366dy ra5n5ng and 5t was -3ay5ng a bt5c and ref4sed t6 st6-. s6 we had n6 ch65ce b4t t6 change 64t dest5nat56n t6 6rchard. there, we went f5rst t6 35d6, want5ng t6 catch a sh6w b4t a33 were 352e screen5ng 6n a 3ater date. s6 we wa32ed 6ver t6 far-east then t6 34c2y -3aza 36tsa n6t g66d 36625ng -e6-3e str525ng t6 be e06s, ch5cs, -4n2 and -4n2ettes, b3ah b3ah b3ah.and 5 saw a few wh6res. 0ade 0e s6 s5c2. then 5 re0e0bered, 34c2y - 5s 06st3y f6r th6se 0a5ds t6 hang 64t r5ght /then ! we went t6 6c5f5c5 -3aza and then t6 heeren then t6 ta2a then t6 tangs then f5na33y, t6 0rt sta56n.fr60 there, we 1aw and 5. 1anchan went h50e * t4bed a3333333333333333333333 the way t6 ch5nese garden.wh5ch s4c2ed -retty 04ch. we had t6 s5t a33 the way fr60 6rchard t6 14r6ng east, wh5ch 3ased f6r, ahe0, f5fty-6ne f5fty-6ne 51 f5fty-6ne 51 05n4tes. then chage t6 the 6ther tra5n t6 cg. then ! fr60 ch5ese garden, we t662 and f5na33y, g6t h60e. we bas5ca33y 14st d5d w5nd6w sh6--5ng. 5 was 3eft w5th 6n3y 6n3y 5 sh5tty d633ars. 1aw 3eft w5th 7* and 1ann5e 3eft w5th 2* 6dd. anyways ! we went t6 es-r5t and 5 f64nd a t6- that 6 -rety 05ch 352e !B4T ! 5 36VE THE SHAW3 \ SCARF 06RE &lt;strong&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;5T'S S6 G6DDA0 N5CE !!!!!!!! 5T'S T4RQ65SE AND RED+WH5TE. b6th c6sts 3* each. s6 500a g6nna get 'e0 b5g. 5 36vex 5tx 0ansxz.anyways ! every 060day 5s g6nna be 1aw and 16ys and 1anchan day.we g6n g6 sh6--5ng every 05nday ca4z that's when we are the r5chest. haha ! s6 th5s 060day, the bea4ty 5s g66n a0eet 1aw 5n t6wn and g6 d6 s60e sh6--5ng !625es. 5'0 st533 sad ab54t th5s wh56e b5g 2ey 0ess.5 can+'t even 36h 5n t6 b36gger t6 -6st 5t can y64 be35eve 5t /&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/3941598399548185649-3159013227092904397?l=joysdequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joysdequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/3159013227092904397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941598399548185649&amp;postID=3159013227092904397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941598399548185649/posts/default/3159013227092904397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941598399548185649/posts/default/3159013227092904397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joysdequeen.blogspot.com/2007/07/joyss-past.html' title='joys&apos;s past.'/><author><name>shut up and read.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024977157635026858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/RqntxXCycoI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AMOgp81QUqY/s72-c/ballsxz.24886-small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941598399548185649.post-3009340731133369733</id><published>2007-07-25T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:26:14.478+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='da lan gu nia ini'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joys adala wanita yang bar ling lawa scarely. tehaha. thankyou thankyou ^.^'/><title type='text'>the way i are.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;whoopeedoodoo !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i lead sucha happy life !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's fabulously prettily wonderfully perfectly fantastically absoluletely and completely gorgeous !! woohoo !&lt;br /&gt;okies. so i talked to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jone-dy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ( what i call him in primary school. ) again !&lt;br /&gt;okay, you may be wondering oh so what ? it's &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt; talking to him&lt;/em&gt; yadda yadda.&lt;br /&gt;but hey. jone was sucha good friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;our not talking much thing proceeded with not talking to each other &lt;em&gt;or even &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;acknowledging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;each&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;other&lt;/em&gt; after the summer break.&lt;br /&gt;he thinks i'm see throughable and i think he's see throughable. we just walk past each other and continue not giving a shiet about each other.&lt;br /&gt;but deep in my heart, of course my heart is damn &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;suan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; haha, okay, i don't know why i even used that chinese word all of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i meant deep inside, my heart felt sour. haha ! okay, pardon my ever so good english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was buying a bottle of milk from the vending machine after school when someone&lt;br /&gt;" you going to fun day ? " ed.&lt;br /&gt;i turned to the voice and saw that &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt; so familiar face. that cheerful and cheeky face.&lt;br /&gt;my heart gave a tiny hearty leapt, screaming " &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it's jone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;" to the corest core. so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh, no i'm not going. you leh ?&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ya i going.&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh, haha.&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i proceeded to punching the number of my milky into that thingy. that thing. whatev shiet it's called. anyways, our conversation ended just like that. then -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was walking down the aisle of the bus on the way back from farah's bus stop when this yellow guy ( he was wearing pe attire ) turned back and looked at me.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't notice that much. then he turned again. and like looked for a few seconds. so i turned to face it and saw that face again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my eyebrows arched like it was tryna escape off my pretty forehead&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i was like &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;damnnnnnnnnnnn &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;surprised to see him there la. cauz i only saw zannie, fiona &amp;amp; silvia. and i only waved at them.&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, he &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hi&lt;/span&gt; ed. so i was ( inverted v eyebrow ) " &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hey ! hi ~!&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;he waved bye after he pressed that bell.&lt;br /&gt;so he got off the bus and when he was outside, he was like looked in.&lt;br /&gt;then looked at his friend who was infront of me. but his friend didn't notice.&lt;br /&gt;then he looked at me &lt;em&gt;just when i was already turning back&lt;/em&gt; my head to the front.&lt;br /&gt;so i turned back to him and he turned back to me and we finally waved bye. haha !&lt;br /&gt;what a funny thang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh, speaking of so much about him, joys just wanna remind you that herself and jone are&lt;strong&gt; only&lt;/strong&gt; and only. friends.&lt;br /&gt;friends, ' f ' to the ' r ' to the i-e-n-d ssssssssssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;joys loves pudding&lt;/span&gt; and jone loves chel. &lt;u&gt;he's attached&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so am i.&lt;br /&gt;not. -_-ll&lt;br /&gt;oh it's useless tryna explain cauz you weren't from bukit timah primary anwyay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so !&lt;br /&gt;farah and i hunted the hdb flat near this bukit batok community club and found a mc there.&lt;br /&gt;so we stayed in there and muggie mugged. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i'm so proud of myself !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know why ? cauz right, i did &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;maths&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ! my &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;weakest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; subject. i did one graph for my tuition work ! ^-^v&lt;br /&gt;i was on my way to the washroom when i saw a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;gym&lt;/span&gt; in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i was so sdjfksjifawk excited !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after reading that notice, it stated only orangs who're between the age of &lt;strong&gt;18 to 60&lt;/strong&gt; are allowed in -.-&lt;br /&gt;i was so disappointed . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091169134087139954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/Rqd3WnCycnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/oRcIN41iMLQ/s320/the+princess..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;this is joys who's leading the &lt;u&gt;perfectestestestestestest&lt;/u&gt; life.&lt;br /&gt;she lack neither love nor happiness. she's happy like 99.99 % of the time. she smiles alotz unless she's aggitated, then she'll be frowning 90 % of the time. as you can see in this picta, she used to own that beautifully beautiful hair. that hair was very proudly owned by her until this year the 2007. she was so sick and&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of having long hair for the 16 wonderful years she lived. so her itchy hands led her to cut it. twice back in her homwtown, myanmar, and twice when she was in singapore. bviously, she turned out ugly. her face was too wide for short hair. so she ended up looking like, believ it \ not, but she ended up looking worse than a maid. not that maids are ugly, buy y'know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;her momsie was ever so disappointed cauz joys was the only girl moms has. and moms said joys wasn't elegant anymore. she agreed with joys and said she looked none different form a maid. joys was disappointed, oh yesssss. she was. she told her friend that even ahpeks don't bother to look at her anymore, let alone &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;people&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so she tahan and tahan and tahan-ed until one day, one perfectly normal fine day when she tried tying her hair up. and it did so much difference to her face. so she got hopes of being what she used to be again.&lt;br /&gt;day by day, her hair grew longer and longer and her image got better and better and ahpeks looked more and more aften and,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;which reminds me, i put my banggkks down today and everyone was like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;gasp, what happen to your hair&lt;/span&gt; ??&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;joys, you cut your hair ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;change hairstlye ?&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;joys, why you hair . . .&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;joys, you look different . .&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few of the guys think it's nice \ so as i predicted from what they said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;praval " &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;never pin up your hair today ?&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;i was realllllllly surprised that he asked me that cuaz i thought guys don't give a tiny shiet to girls' hair, pimples, blah ?&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;you look different.&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*gasp, ohmygod. really ?? in a bad or good way ?&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;you look different.&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;weird ah ?&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;no, you don't look weird, you just look different.&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haniff " &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;joys, why your hair like that ?&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;why ? not nice ah ?&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;no la. why like that ?&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;why ? not nice ??&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;haha, i ask you question you ask me back.&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;not say not nice la. but you look like a doll.&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAH !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;doll is sooooo loved by moi worhx !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kathik and thilagan " &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;joys, you cut hair ?&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;huh? no la. i just let down my fringe. can or not ah ?&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i thought you cut.&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; haha.&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;k " &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;then why you don't want to put your fringe up ?&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cauz new hairstyle la. everytime stick to the old one like so sian.&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;yah, so must everytime change right. haha, next time different hairstyle again right ? &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some 2e1 girl, i forgot,&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;*gasp, what happen to your hair ??&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOL !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the others are just same questions about hair-y.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. joycy wanna sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;OH !&lt;br /&gt;i'm beginning to like wednesday now. know why ?&lt;br /&gt;cauz for the first time in history, i finally reach the school FIFTEEN FIFTEEN 15 FIFTEEN15 15 FIFT&lt;em&gt;EEEEEEEEEE&lt;/em&gt;N minutes before morning assembly.&lt;br /&gt;i'm always late on wedz last time you see.&lt;br /&gt;so yupppppppppppx. i don't know what my point is.&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941598399548185649-3009340731133369733?l=joysdequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joysdequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/3009340731133369733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941598399548185649&amp;postID=3009340731133369733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941598399548185649/posts/default/3009340731133369733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941598399548185649/posts/default/3009340731133369733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joysdequeen.blogspot.com/2007/07/way-i-are.html' title='the way i are.'/><author><name>shut up and read.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024977157635026858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Chr57SHjNt4/Rqd3WnCycnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/oRcIN41iMLQ/s72-c/the+princess..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941598399548185649.post-2541833495738284398</id><published>2007-07-24T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T20:34:43.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dreaming of you tonight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006842;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hello you. this is the&lt;strong&gt; latest&lt;/strong&gt; online diary. again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;my fifth&lt;/u&gt;. HAHA ! i hope i stick with this one for now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d8315e;"&gt;till forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006842;"&gt;and and and. this skin is so loved. I LOVE EIFFEL TOWER &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have yet to been there :(:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006842;"&gt;i wanna gooooooo !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d8315e;"&gt;damn lots&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006842;"&gt;i love it more than everyone !&lt;br /&gt;momsie been there but &lt;em&gt;without&lt;/em&gt; me ! ahaha :(&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i chose this skin cauz y'know ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;when i see eiffel tower, my heat just gives a leapt. a mighty gigantically humongus hearty leapt.&lt;br /&gt;i feel the adrenalin rush through my blood. my vessels. my everywhere !&lt;br /&gt;my love for paris is just. idk ! i just love it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#d8315e;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so damn much&lt;/span&gt; !!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006842;"&gt;i wanna have my wedding there. i hope my husband is some mbzillionair cauz i wanna marry in a&lt;em&gt;llllllllllllll&lt;/em&gt; the seven wonders of the world.&lt;br /&gt;wooohoooo !&lt;br /&gt;i can go on forever and ever so yeah. i shall stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006842;"&gt;so it's jannie pokpok's birthday this saturday ( &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;monday is the actual&lt;/span&gt;. ) !&lt;br /&gt;we gonna go sentosie for some partayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyin' !&lt;br /&gt;i wanna flick the idea of sunlight outta me !!&lt;br /&gt;i used to love tanning like mad but now, nuh-uh.&lt;br /&gt;no more. i wanna be fair. haha. fair and radiant. cauz i feel fairer is nicer.&lt;br /&gt;y'know.&lt;br /&gt;more graceful, more elegant, more sweet, more girly, more ' soft ', more precious, more dotable ( dote-able. ) , more appealing, more more more more.&lt;br /&gt;ohhhh, you name it ;) !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006842;"&gt;which reminds me. i still owe &lt;strong&gt;farah her birthday gift&lt;/strong&gt;. and &lt;strong&gt;cheepeng's 15$&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH ! i'm sucha ( whatev. )&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to buy farah a pack of condom and a barbie heels for cheepeng.&lt;br /&gt;but i didn't get the proper time to shop. i only got a cheap skate " heels " for cp.&lt;br /&gt;hahah ! i saw this van that sells everything from tiny furnitures to gardening stuff to kiddies' toys to veggies to fruits yadda yadddddddaaa.&lt;br /&gt;then my eyes caught sight of that pretty " heels ". so i got it for him.&lt;br /&gt;it's sucha cuttie !!&lt;br /&gt;=&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006842;"&gt;speaking of which,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; my birthday's gonna come &lt;u&gt;again&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;wehehehes ! i so can't wait !!&lt;br /&gt;ahem ahem ahem &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt; lskfjkfdtimes, I'M&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#e2025f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#e2025f;"&gt;SEVENTEEEEEEEEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;~!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006842;"&gt;. though i still talk like asif i'm 12 -.-.-.-&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, *shrugs.&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/3941598399548185649-2541833495738284398?l=joysdequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joysdequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/2541833495738284398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941598399548185649&amp;postID=2541833495738284398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941598399548185649/posts/default/2541833495738284398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941598399548185649/posts/default/2541833495738284398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joysdequeen.blogspot.com/2007/07/dreaming-of-you-tonight.html' title='dreaming of you tonight.'/><author><name>shut up and read.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024977157635026858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
