<?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-27017482</id><updated>2011-07-31T05:59:43.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Eyed.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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>252</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27017482.post-5787643000573239082</id><published>2010-01-08T13:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T14:13:02.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yW_YNNPetaI/S0bHxQ8wmLI/AAAAAAAABGc/sp-znqAJqb8/s1600-h/Innocence+of+kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424242450391668914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yW_YNNPetaI/S0bHxQ8wmLI/AAAAAAAABGc/sp-znqAJqb8/s400/Innocence+of+kids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yW_YNNPetaI/S0bGaBUpKgI/AAAAAAAABGU/2A-nx7d6dQw/s1600-h/Innocence+of+kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The Innocence of a Child."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;I laughed my ass off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Just because, I was so amazed with the innocent mind of a child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Able to have a free imagination, but ignorance to what's so wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;No wonder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Ignorance is bliss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;But!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Ignorance invites &lt;em&gt;trouble&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-5787643000573239082?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yW_YNNPetaI/S0bHxQ8wmLI/AAAAAAAABGc/sp-znqAJqb8/s72-c/Innocence+of+kids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27017482.post-5030163799575064918</id><published>2010-01-06T09:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T09:39:24.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;I fucking hate myself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;A dog was rundown by a fucking lorry right infront of my eyes, and I didn't do shit about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;If only...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;But I guess that made me more passionate about Veterinary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;I didn't do shit 'cause I know nothing about saving injured animals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;And, I don't want that to happen again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;God, I still can't believe what I just saw!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;And, not forgetting about the guy in the lorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;He just hit and ran.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;What a 'kind' soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Bastard.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-5030163799575064918?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/5030163799575064918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=5030163799575064918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/5030163799575064918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/5030163799575064918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-fucking-hate-myself-dog-was-rundown.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-7241757786225464238</id><published>2010-01-05T09:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T11:18:52.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;I'm so not ready for the test later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;But, I did study at Jo's place yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Apparently, it's more effective compared to studying at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;At least he's there to force me to study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Okay, it's embarrassing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;But yea, I still need someone to force study on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Or, maybe for the time being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Wait till I get the holidays out of me, which I don't know when, and see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Hopefully, my com don't crash on me later on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;It better not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Oh, Year 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Hmm.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-7241757786225464238?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/7241757786225464238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=7241757786225464238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/7241757786225464238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/7241757786225464238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2010/01/crap.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-5128752582154409834</id><published>2010-01-04T11:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T12:06:07.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;Alright, I've been back for awhile now and I'm totally missing Europe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Am gonna have my Biology test tmr and I've only study 1 problem so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;This is just tragic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;I still have the holiday mood in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Sat infront of my com during the weekends and all I could do was just stare and stone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Nothing went in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Now, I'm left with only hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Anyway, maybe I'll upload the Europe photos soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Have them in my netbook and I'm dying to check them out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Couldn't 'cause of the damn tests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Seriously, they should totally put all of em before the holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Am heading over to Jo's place later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Maybe I can study more there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Ciaos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-5128752582154409834?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/5128752582154409834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=5128752582154409834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/5128752582154409834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/5128752582154409834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2010/01/alright-ive-been-back-for-awhile-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-2072766110370402758</id><published>2009-12-25T05:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T06:02:09.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;Alright, I don't think I have any pictures for this post cause I am just too lazy to put any. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So anyway, I'm in Paris now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just arrived this afternoon, about 2plus 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Other than the rain and the slight fog, the weather here in Paris is actually quite nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But the worse thing to ever happen was, falling sick during winter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It suck to the core, coming from someone who's having the flu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanna apologise to those who had to withstand my grumpiness cause the cold was really getting to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I'm not wrong, it's during the night in Belgium.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Worse night ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But overall, I'm still enjoying myself here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh yea, Merry Christmas to everyone I hold dearly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My family and friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-2072766110370402758?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/2072766110370402758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=2072766110370402758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/2072766110370402758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/2072766110370402758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2009/12/alright-i-dont-think-i-have-any.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-2635050601994183992</id><published>2009-12-20T02:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T16:39:45.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yW_YNNPetaI/Sy0dzwVxLyI/AAAAAAAABGM/Lb_1fIR8gGY/s1600-h/P1020537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417018701783314210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yW_YNNPetaI/Sy0dzwVxLyI/AAAAAAAABGM/Lb_1fIR8gGY/s320/P1020537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt; Haha, we attempted to do the jump shot, but well, the picture tells it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am in Germany, Frankfurt now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's 2.43am in Singapore while it's only 7.43pm in Germany.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, am in a dilemma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's freaking -13 degree celsuis and I'm freezing my ass off over here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was worried that my toes may drop off at any time without me realising it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scary huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, now I know how meat feel like in the freezer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honestly, after a total of 17 hours of flight, I'm pretty beat and my back is aching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe I should lie in bed and well, maybe turn in early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P/s:  I'm a happy girl. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you, Jo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, hopefully, the next hotel provides free internet access.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-2635050601994183992?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/2635050601994183992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=2635050601994183992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/2635050601994183992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/2635050601994183992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2009/12/haha-we-attempted-to-do-jump-shot-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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/_yW_YNNPetaI/Sy0dzwVxLyI/AAAAAAAABGM/Lb_1fIR8gGY/s72-c/P1020537.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27017482.post-4922172638578822447</id><published>2009-12-08T14:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T14:24:01.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yW_YNNPetaI/Sx3u1FB-BdI/AAAAAAAABGE/v_KjqudzO2Y/s1600-h/Happy_Toe_by_Grodden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412744922820117970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yW_YNNPetaI/Sx3u1FB-BdI/AAAAAAAABGE/v_KjqudzO2Y/s320/Happy_Toe_by_Grodden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;I'm happy today.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;Jo surprised me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;By, appearing at the most unexpected timing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;Like ever.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Haha, to me at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;He dropped by at 6.45am in the morning just to send me to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;No plans, no request, no nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;But, he was on his way home from a friend's place, so it's kind of on the way for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Any how, I still think it's sweet. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Cheap thrill much? Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Maybe because, he budged into my room when I was still sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;For a moment, I thought I was still dreaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Not until he gave me a major tickling session.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Such an ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Thank you, Jo. ;D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-4922172638578822447?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/4922172638578822447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=4922172638578822447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/4922172638578822447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/4922172638578822447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-happy-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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/_yW_YNNPetaI/Sx3u1FB-BdI/AAAAAAAABGE/v_KjqudzO2Y/s72-c/Happy_Toe_by_Grodden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27017482.post-1932166812013143174</id><published>2009-11-22T02:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T03:04:23.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406630061994100306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yW_YNNPetaI/Swg1ZVUbRlI/AAAAAAAABFk/0EBYy1124ns/s320/11-02-09_2321.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Sometimes, I actually regret snipping off my long hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Once, I admire those with short hairstyles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;but now, it's those with long locks that I admire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;One thing's for sure, I've always admired those who have never had chemicals on their hair before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;And, that's what I'm aiming for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Getting rid of chemical-damaged hair once and for all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;So now, my plan is to maybe stick to my current hairstyle for awhile, then leave it long again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Wonder how my hair would be like if I didn't rebond it in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;But crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Now, the ends of my hair are curling up and not in a nice way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;In fact, it's curling outwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Like this, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406633666357304210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yW_YNNPetaI/Swg4rInlG5I/AAAAAAAABFs/6mm3-7qeGuQ/s320/a_betty_rubble_wig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-1932166812013143174?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/1932166812013143174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=1932166812013143174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/1932166812013143174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/1932166812013143174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2009/11/sometimes-i-actually-regret-snipping.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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/_yW_YNNPetaI/Swg1ZVUbRlI/AAAAAAAABFk/0EBYy1124ns/s72-c/11-02-09_2321.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27017482.post-300187986110899985</id><published>2009-11-18T23:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T23:36:43.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sincerity doesn't need prompts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;But, how much of it can we get these days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;And, I'm aware that I don't show much sincerity either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;So, it's pretty much a reminder for both you and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-300187986110899985?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/300187986110899985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=300187986110899985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/300187986110899985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/300187986110899985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2009/11/sincerity-doesnt-need-prompts.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-4730614280400152542</id><published>2009-11-16T09:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T12:11:10.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yW_YNNPetaI/SwDIlneclxI/AAAAAAAABFM/wId1Ih1lUyc/s1600/trios+in+states.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404540101421995794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yW_YNNPetaI/SwDIlneclxI/AAAAAAAABFM/wId1Ih1lUyc/s320/trios+in+states.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;TLT are gonna go on holiday once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;This time, we're heading to central Europe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Damn excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;But, I've a tad feeling that the tour group is gonna be real small this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Reason being, they were on the verge of cancelling the trip due to an insufficient number of people in the group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Pathetic, that means that there's a low chance of having cute guys to check out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Oh wait, I totally missed out the Hot Locals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Haha, I'm only joking. (Jo, please don't kill me. :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Anyway, they manage to fill the final few spots to activate the tour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;BUT,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;I was told that if the tour was cancelled, TLT and family will head to the states instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;The minute I heard that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;"Cancel the tour then!" I said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Seriously, I don't mind heading to the states again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Wanna visit Dallas this time and furthermore, I prefer to go free&amp;amp;easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Looking back, I really miss the time TLT had in the states.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Especially the stay at Uncle David's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Their place was brilliant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Especially the surrounding nature. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Imagine the fresh air, the breath-taking view,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;it's an atmosphere we'll never have here in Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Now, I feel like migrating. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Now now, don't judge me on that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Anyway, I seriously can't wait for the upcoming holiday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;But the crappy thing is that, before the holiday starts, I've 2 papers to sit for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Suck big time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-4730614280400152542?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/4730614280400152542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=4730614280400152542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/4730614280400152542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/4730614280400152542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2009/11/tlt-are-gonna-go-on-holiday-once-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yW_YNNPetaI/SwDIlneclxI/AAAAAAAABFM/wId1Ih1lUyc/s72-c/trios+in+states.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27017482.post-1391607492563022628</id><published>2009-11-12T20:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T20:52:18.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;Friends: Ross and Rachel's breakup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OnYTl6qre3k&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OnYTl6qre3k&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;This is by far, the most heart breaking scene in Friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;I teared when Rachel broke free from Ross when he attempted to kiss her as a make up for what he had done, which I agree that a kiss just won't do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Seriously, wrong move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;But that ain't the point, I think Monica, Phoebe, Chandler and Joey are the real victims here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;They had to witness the entire break up between their two close friends, secretly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Talk about major heart breaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A chain of sufferings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-1391607492563022628?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/1391607492563022628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=1391607492563022628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/1391607492563022628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/1391607492563022628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2009/11/friends-ross-and-rachels-breakup.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-5917784714388524096</id><published>2009-11-12T14:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T14:44:35.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;Fuck this shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;I gotta f-ing chill.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-5917784714388524096?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/5917784714388524096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=5917784714388524096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/5917784714388524096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/5917784714388524096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2009/11/fuck-this-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-5907962293886675060</id><published>2009-11-12T13:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T13:51:04.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yW_YNNPetaI/SvudMkGC6eI/AAAAAAAABFE/UNbltFg5uIU/s1600-h/Specifics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403085017134066146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yW_YNNPetaI/SvudMkGC6eI/AAAAAAAABFE/UNbltFg5uIU/s320/Specifics.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;By far, the best picture I've ever taken. :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-5907962293886675060?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/5907962293886675060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=5907962293886675060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/5907962293886675060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/5907962293886675060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2009/11/by-far-best-picture-ive-ever-taken.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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/_yW_YNNPetaI/SvudMkGC6eI/AAAAAAAABFE/UNbltFg5uIU/s72-c/Specifics.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27017482.post-391596085206797675</id><published>2009-11-11T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T23:25:24.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yW_YNNPetaI/SvrOE7iO-4I/AAAAAAAABE8/BYoruJfut8Q/s1600-h/wonders+anywhere.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402857287080409986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yW_YNNPetaI/SvrOE7iO-4I/AAAAAAAABE8/BYoruJfut8Q/s320/wonders+anywhere.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;When you lose the respect of your students,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You lose them totally.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Well, had the worst chemistry lesson today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Don't know what exactly happened to me today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Kept making those unforgiveable mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Worst, I was put down quite harshly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Totally lost the motivation to work my brain again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;I kind of felt that I had lost something today, something that I really hold dear to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Respect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;The worst kind of feeling I've ever felt in my entire 17 years of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;I've never felt so worthless before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Nevermind. Whatever man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;I'll get it back one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;But, I'll never know when.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;And, once again, I've lost the motivation to drag myself to school again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;This small phase of life is just crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Is it worth being thrown away, or being kept in mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;I guess a philosopher has the answer to that question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A dream of fairytales"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-391596085206797675?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/391596085206797675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=391596085206797675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/391596085206797675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/391596085206797675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-you-lose-respect-of-your-students.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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/_yW_YNNPetaI/SvrOE7iO-4I/AAAAAAAABE8/BYoruJfut8Q/s72-c/wonders+anywhere.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27017482.post-936467505087781468</id><published>2009-11-09T13:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T14:03:56.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yW_YNNPetaI/SvejkEbHzsI/AAAAAAAABEs/DRBzq8EIbEU/s1600-h/Sentosa+of+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401966118112317122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yW_YNNPetaI/SvejkEbHzsI/AAAAAAAABEs/DRBzq8EIbEU/s320/Sentosa+of+love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;It's been a week due and I'm really sorry, Sweety.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Couldn't figure my phone's crappy bluetooth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Tried to connect to my com, but it just didn't work out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;My new phone is increasing my hatred for it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;What an idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Anyway, last week, Sunday, was our first anniversary, and it was my very first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Didn't think it would last this long and I hope it would keep on going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've never felt anything like this for anyone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you, my precious.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I really do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A story so beautiful and ... Weird?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-936467505087781468?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/936467505087781468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=936467505087781468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/936467505087781468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/936467505087781468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-been-week-due-and-im-really-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yW_YNNPetaI/SvejkEbHzsI/AAAAAAAABEs/DRBzq8EIbEU/s72-c/Sentosa+of+love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27017482.post-7643172943796437071</id><published>2009-11-05T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T23:04:38.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yW_YNNPetaI/SvLn0UK5cuI/AAAAAAAABEk/zAGNsMWz5oE/s1600-h/4422_1145392828620_1041499768_449331_6501106_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400633789124276962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yW_YNNPetaI/SvLn0UK5cuI/AAAAAAAABEk/zAGNsMWz5oE/s320/4422_1145392828620_1041499768_449331_6501106_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W46M!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Babycakes, I miss you guys so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Looking back at this picture, made me think about how much fun we use to have in class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Screaming away, singing sessions, and just throwing our nonsense around the class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Even the faci(s) don't know how to conduct a proper class with us. HAHA! (You guys should know who I'm referring to.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;The craziest but the loveliest classmates I've ever met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Imprints on a heart."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-7643172943796437071?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/7643172943796437071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=7643172943796437071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/7643172943796437071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/7643172943796437071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2009/11/w46m-babycakes-i-miss-you-guys-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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/_yW_YNNPetaI/SvLn0UK5cuI/AAAAAAAABEk/zAGNsMWz5oE/s72-c/4422_1145392828620_1041499768_449331_6501106_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27017482.post-8623191954474129741</id><published>2009-10-26T15:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T20:51:56.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;To be honest, I miss blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;And, maybe the fact that I'm bored in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;So, don't mind the consistency of maybe, only 2 post?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;And, most likely stop for a long while again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;HAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No promises.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;The temptation of leaving was over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;I stayed.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;The outcome turned out pretty fine, besides the fact that, my team had a had time compiling information into our presentation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;After all, it was just the beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Had to surpass the presentation part to obtain a clearer sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Sad thing is, I stammered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Boo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Good thing is, we had point that no other teams had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-8623191954474129741?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/8623191954474129741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=8623191954474129741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/8623191954474129741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/8623191954474129741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-be-honest-i-miss-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-4899965039312217785</id><published>2009-10-26T12:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T14:09:24.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;This is crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;I'm in school right now, and I don't understand a shit about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;I've friends who are gonna go partial and it's really tempting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;No kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;But, come to think of it, it's best not to, if I wanna get a GPA of 3.5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;But, then again, my brain ain't working today and it's like, things are bouncing off my brain every time it tries to enter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;"My my, Jolene, get a grip. Try to understand this f-ing Bio problem."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;Does that help? &lt;strong&gt;No.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Now, I kinda regret not pursuing triple-science in secondary school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;I had to heed my teacher's advise to just go with the flow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Appreciate what I have and not try to hold something I can never cope with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;I shouldn't have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;And, look where I am now, struggling my way through this higher level of Biology.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;I've admired those who pursued, worked hard, and proved others wrong that they can cope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Well, gotta work harder if I wanna pass my first Bio UT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Resist the temptation, Jolene."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-4899965039312217785?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/4899965039312217785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=4899965039312217785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/4899965039312217785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/4899965039312217785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-crap.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-8423333070877027744</id><published>2009-10-10T22:48:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T23:24:03.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;Jol, you're super ridiculous, childish and weak! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;Show some backbone, will ya?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Damn it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need funny.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-8423333070877027744?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/8423333070877027744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=8423333070877027744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/8423333070877027744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/8423333070877027744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2009/10/jol-youre-super-ridiculous-childish-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-2887861897572995721</id><published>2009-09-30T18:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T18:46:35.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;Oh crap, I think I just felt an earthquake, but now it's gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;At first, I thought I was just feeling alil giddy or something, but there's no reason I should be. So, I looked around and saw that some of my stuff were swaying to and fro. Not to mention, it kinda freaked me out because when I looked out the window to see if there's any response from the people outside (apparently not), I felt the building shake to and fro too. Then, images of buildings crashing down flashed through my head, I said to myself, "Oh shit!". I rushed out my room to have more reassurance, but apparently, my aunt was still going on with her cooking and my bro in his room. But, the 6 lights hanging from my ceiling were still swaying alil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;"Honestly, until now, I'm still having my doubts about what just happened. Maybe it's just my imagination or maybe, we can just tune in to tonight's news and see what's really going on. If there's nothing related, then probably, boredom is REALLY taking over my freaking mind." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;Scratch that, because I was given a DEFINITE ANSWER! My mum told me that she, too, experienced it in her office and she said that it was pretty bad. So I guess I wasn't hallucinating. But, none the less, Let's just watch the news tonight.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-2887861897572995721?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/2887861897572995721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=2887861897572995721' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/2887861897572995721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/2887861897572995721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-crap-i-think-i-just-felt-earthquake.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27017482.post-323144735373035604</id><published>2009-09-22T02:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T03:25:03.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;Alright, I know that I've not been writing. Too bad, deal with it. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;Anyway, it's weeks into my 5 weeks holiday and sadly, it's about to end. I'll have to meet new peeps(not even sure if they're gonna be) on 5th oct and I'm seriously nervous and more or less frighten for that day to come. Knowing where I study, it's pretty obvious what I'm afraid of. Sometimes, I regret entering that school but, on the other hand, if I didn't, I wouldn't have met wonderful people like W46M. It was really a relief to have them as my classmates whom are people who don't scares the shit out of me. However, happy moments don't always last. Everyone will be posted to a new class by end of this holiday. On a brighter side, we might end up in a class who are better. But, on a darker side, it's gonna be a different story or rather, a tragic one. Maybe I'm exaggerating alil, but you guys should know what I mean. Even fights/quarrels happened between classes, so let's not mention about inner conflicts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;Talking about that, even in my own school foodcourt, 2 ignorant dudes picked a fight just because they bumped into each other. Can't they just say sorry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;Anyway, no matter what, I'm still glad to have known W46M. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;Besides that, during this holiday, Cheryl brought me to the Bottle Tree Village and we did prawning and all I can say is, FUNNNNNN! :D I mean, yea it's nothing I've ever did before and furthermore, I don't even dare to take the hook out of the prawn's ..... mouth? I've to give it to Cheryl, cause she did all the work. She took out most of the hooks and also, taught me how to, and she did all the slaughtering! Well, she was afraid too but, she's the most daring girl I've ever met. She plucked out all the prawn's legs and pincers while I cleaned off the prawn's eggs. I couldn't help thinking it was so cruel to pluck those out while it's still living and breathing or rather, wide awake and aware of what's coming at them! I've seen alot of animal cruelty videos and well, it's happening right infront of me. So, eventually we took the longest time to clean our prawns ( which so happens that there's alot to clean cause we caught 24 in 2 hours! Isn't that amazing? :D Yea, but not as much for the slaughtering.), one of the uncle actually came over to help us with the cleaning and the cooking too. It was really kind of him, so we offered him some of our day's catch. :) Anyway, I've also learnt that there's a pet sitting job, here in Singapore, but too bad, the spot was filled up. However, I gotta say, I was very motivated to get that job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;I think that's it for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Gonna crash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Goodnight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jol!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-323144735373035604?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/323144735373035604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=323144735373035604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/323144735373035604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/323144735373035604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2009/09/alright-i-know-that-ive-not-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-6014516007947454871</id><published>2009-08-11T00:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T01:34:52.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;Went out shopping with mummy today and we bought lotsa stuff.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;I'm gonna try out new dressing styles. Don't laugh alright? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;I'm having a headache right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;I think I should gym more, been eating too much fried food recently.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;Hmm, should I go back to painting my nails? Have stopped for years.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-6014516007947454871?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/6014516007947454871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=6014516007947454871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/6014516007947454871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/6014516007947454871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2009/08/went-out-shopping-with-mummy-today-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-3034636855065500233</id><published>2009-07-10T03:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T04:09:31.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;Sometimes, I should just keep my bloody mouth shut. I don't even know why I even bothered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;I swear I won't miss class next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-3034636855065500233?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/3034636855065500233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=3034636855065500233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/3034636855065500233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/3034636855065500233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-swear-i-wont-miss-class-next-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-1058074842128082759</id><published>2009-07-08T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T22:53:43.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;Dammit, I wanna watch Trueblood season 2! Come on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Anyway, I stayed at home today because I was planning to study for my UT this morning, but since I slept at 5plus the night before, I couldn't get up 9am. Instead, I woke up at around 10plus 11, had breakfast, studied like 2 problems and dozed off. I'm seriously damn shag, and yea I know others are too, but I won't deny that I'm lazier. :D Yesterday, for the first time since school started, I actually dozed off during class. Shocking, isn't it? Haha. "Don't roll your eyes at me, 4e2-ians."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Accompanied Clare, Iza and Hysha to CC but only Clare and I came out. Haha, nah, Iza and Hysha stayed to do their RJ. Well, I had a chat with Clare and did I mention that she's my childhood friend? Yea, so we basically talked about the past, how she "boss" us (can can, Joel and me) around and laughed at how naive we were when she told us that the rat hole was some snake goddess home, haha, it's hilarious because I remembered spreading that to my other friends. And well, we talked about others stuff too. Haha, it was really nice chatting with her. It's been pretty long since I did that with friends. Thanks Clare for the advice too yea? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Crap is all I've to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-1058074842128082759?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/1058074842128082759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=1058074842128082759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/1058074842128082759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/1058074842128082759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2009/07/dammit-i-wanna-watch-trueblood-season-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-5223873923944944160</id><published>2009-07-04T00:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T01:20:30.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;I know it's a sin to think of you, to have that little ounce of feelings for you, to crave for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;I have no idea why but please forgive me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Now, I'm overwhelmed with confusion. Am I over you, or is this just that one time when I look back at those beautiful memories and think, "What would it be like if everything had went on smoothly?" ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;I don't know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;But after today, I swear, it's gonna be the last time that you entered my train of thoughts in such a way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Moreover, I doubt you've ever felt this way about me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jol!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-5223873923944944160?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/5223873923944944160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=5223873923944944160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/5223873923944944160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/5223873923944944160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-know-its-sin-to-think-of-you-to-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-291508897648565320</id><published>2009-06-28T16:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T17:03:23.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;Yesterday, Clare asked if I have checked my email, and guess what? There's another Acres briefing on 11th July. Man, was I happy. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Alright, I'm out. There's basically nothing else to write about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Oh well. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-291508897648565320?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/291508897648565320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=291508897648565320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/291508897648565320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/291508897648565320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2009/06/yesterday-clare-asked-if-i-have-checked.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-72788733417603862</id><published>2009-06-27T19:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T19:57:57.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;Well, apparently, I'm quarantined till 3rd of July. Not that I've the virus, just that one of my classmate have been tested positive of the virus. I really hope she's doing fine and of cause, hope she's well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;A couple of my friends and I were suppose to attend this Acres briefing today, but because we're quarantined, we have to be socially responsible, told be Clare herself, didn't know she's that mature. Haha. Anyway, I was looking forward to the briefing and I bet all my friends were too. Oh well, mature Clare wrote an email on our behalf and I hope they'll make an exception.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Anyway, things between Jo and I are ay-okay. But of cause, I gotta give it to him, he was pretty mad that night but when he called me the next day, he was the first to break the ice. As for me, I was still pretty uptight about the fight. I'm not angry or anything like that, as mentioned in the previous entry, I had no clue on how to face him or even talk to him normally. But, yea, he broke the ice first and in no time, I was back to teasing him and my oh-so-childish ways. I don't think anyone will ever overtake him in the job he does, and that is, loving a girl like me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Though I've only been living for 17 years, I don't think anyone can ever stand my personality, or perhaps they can, for awhile. :D And honestly, for now, Jo is doing a real good but I'm not sure about the future. Haha. *Yea laugh, Jolene. Laugh while you still can...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-72788733417603862?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/72788733417603862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=72788733417603862' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/72788733417603862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/72788733417603862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2009/06/well-apparently-im-quarantined-till-3rd.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27017482.post-3964256379429596978</id><published>2009-06-25T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T23:37:07.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;Relationship is a pretty f*cked up game to play. Please forgive me for my language, but I can't find any other word to describe how I feel right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;I really hate having the feeling of being tied down, but of cause I'm aware that that's what you have to forgo for a relationship to continue writing on. But, honestly, sometimes, thoughts of giving-up entered my mind and I'm afraid that I'll be overwhelmed by it. I'm really afraid of making the wrong choice, afraid of regrets, afraid of losing you for the wrong reasons.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;I was told, for a girl, don't sink yourself too deep in a relationship, you'll hurt yourself. I've experienced that for myself and I would like to make it less painful in the next relationship. But, I end up hurting someone else! Now, I don't know what I should do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Recently, I kept having dreams of us in scenarios I wish it will NEVER happen. I can feel the sadness flowing into me and it felt so real that I cried in my sleep. Tell me, what does it mean? Please, someone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Last night, we had the biggest fight and I'm still not sure if it had resolved yet. I won't deny it was my fault. I was being childish and oblivious of your feelings, and I should have thought of you before taking action. But, would you reflect before sending me that message? I didn't flare until you turn everything against yourself, saying that it's your fault instead of mine. I hate that! Using reverse psychology ain't gonna work on me and that's cruel. I can find no words to describe how I felt at that moment, where to even begin describing? Why the hell would you say that?! When you already know that everything is MY FAULT! Okay, anyway, I've learnt my lesson and it'll never happen again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;I hate fights, I hate quarrels! Now, I don't know how to face you anymore. To get back to the fun and laughter we use to have. I don't know what I should be doing at this very moment either. Here I am, pouring out my feelings and when I'm done, what am I gonna do then? I don't know. Should I just watch my shows or should I call you? What should we talk about? I bet it's gonna be extremely awkward. I'm lost...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Last night, I literally stopped myself from shedding tears and went off to bed.... again. Am I avoiding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-3964256379429596978?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/3964256379429596978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=3964256379429596978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/3964256379429596978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/3964256379429596978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2009/06/relationship-is-pretty-fcked-up-game-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-7100354092558567557</id><published>2009-06-21T01:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T02:14:37.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yW_YNNPetaI/Sj0gW6wpM7I/AAAAAAAABEU/EPZC-pogYUw/s1600-h/marley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349467510488511410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yW_YNNPetaI/Sj0gW6wpM7I/AAAAAAAABEU/EPZC-pogYUw/s320/marley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;Well, I have to say that Marley &amp;amp; Me is a bitter-sweet story. I loved the show at the start, but I started hate it at the end. Haha, Obviously, it's because Marley PASSED ON! Okay, I don't exactly hate the show, but it's at that scene, I cried infront of people. Well, honestly, I started to tear up when Marley had trouble walking with the steps. I wonder what it would be like if I ever had a Dog. Will I be devastated when it pass on? Hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Anyway, I was overwhelmed by emotions today and I don't know why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;The journey when boyfriend walked me to the bus stop was extremely quiet. He was his usual irritating-self, but I wasn't. I was the cause for the quiet-ness. I'm sorraye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-7100354092558567557?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/7100354092558567557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=7100354092558567557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/7100354092558567557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/7100354092558567557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2009/06/well-i-have-to-say-that-marley-me-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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/_yW_YNNPetaI/Sj0gW6wpM7I/AAAAAAAABEU/EPZC-pogYUw/s72-c/marley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27017482.post-421423173855167868</id><published>2009-06-07T02:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T03:03:39.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;On my birthday itself, I'd spent half with boyfriend and the other half with family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;First of all, boyfriend took me to Fish&amp;amp;Co (glass house) for lunch, which was fantastic, I must say. I had New york fish and chips which has cheese in it. *Yummm! After that, we headed down to the Cathay for our movie of the day, Blood: The Last Vampire. The movie wasn't up to my expectations and honestly, it was just crap. By the way, they don't call the blood suckers vampires, they call it demons. So when the demons showed their true forms, you can actually hear people laughing. Haha, guilty as charged, I laughed too. By the way, it was a M18 movie and I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW! Boyfriend had to point it out to me, if not, I don't think I'll realise it. The M18 sign was hung outside the theatre door and I didn't notice it. Haha. I was totally shocked! How blur can I be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, for the other half, I had dinner with my family at Sushi Tae, the one we went exactly 1 year ago. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Thanks guys! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Yesterday, Yeesuan and Yeening came over for a movie marathon and we had a sleep over. During the December holiday, we totally should do this again. It's more relexing, agree? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Today was the 6sincere gathering, after so many trys to organise one, we finally had it today! Quite a number had changed alot, some stayed the same. Well, for Mr Alex Lee, he looked the same to me, although he claim that he had grown side ways, which I totally disagree. :D Everyone gathered outside J8's pasta mania and went in after awhile and it was on Mr lee, his treat, ain't that nice. But one thing I won't forget was what Cheryl did for me today. Arriving with a box of cake, she said it was for Mr alex lee. But after having all the delicious pizza, Manting asked me if I could accompany her to the restroom, everyone does that, so I suspected nothing. So yea, I accompanied her. But upon arriving back, everything became really suspicious, cheryl was outside when we walked back, manting told me to wait for awhile before entering, saying, "I don't know what's wrong with them, ai ya!"(Lols!) So thoughts ran through my mind and I begun to fear for what's to come. Entering with fear and curiousity, everyone were looking at me and a beautiful chocolate cake was on the table. Everyone started singing the traditional song so loud that I covered my face to hide the redness. I couldn't believe what's happening was actually happening and I didn't know what to do. While cutting the cake, I was still shocked and embaressed that my hands were shaking. THANKYOU CHERYL THAM! For everything and I Love you TONS LOADS! What would I do without you, bestie? Your Birthday, you watch out! Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;After that, Mr alex lee and a few girls left and the rest head down to orchard's starbucks to chill and have coffee together. I wonder what will happen to us in the future, some of us will be married( Hey! You guys gotta invite the entire 6 sincere to you wedding alright? :D), with different careers and such. I hope we'll still have such gatherings in the years to come. Anyway, we everyone talked about the past and were laughing about it. Walked around town and then it's time to head out of town. Everyone went home, except 6. Cheryl, Terrence, Matthias, Daniel, Zhizhen and me headed to Dan's new condo to do more chatting and chilling. The night was still young... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Haha, yea and then everyone headed home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Have more gatherings yea? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Goodnight people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jol!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-421423173855167868?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/421423173855167868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=421423173855167868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/421423173855167868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/421423173855167868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-my-birthday-itself-id-spent-half.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-6038827477380812583</id><published>2009-06-01T17:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T18:06:15.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Hey people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Well, it's the start of my holiday but sadly, it's only for 2 weeks. Haha, at least better than nothing, agree? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Anyway, I would like to thank my whole family, including Kayan and Boyfriend, for celebrating my birthday last weekend. Well, I suppose it's "weekends" because it was on 2 different days. I don't know why I still carry this little hope that everything will be back to normal, back to where we were still one. *Jolene! Stop being so naive, everything won't go with what you want. Sorraye, it's a moment of weakness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Well, on saturday, my mum, bro, kayan, boyfriend and I went out for lunch at this classy restaurant called "7atenine". Though, we may not appreciate some, but it was really nice to actually eat such delicacies. If I'm not wrong, it's a Latin-chinese restaurant. But, I must say that their desserts were the best and I liked the cherry tomato with cheese, even though I don't eat tomato at all. I wish I've pictures to upload. Sorraye. After that, we all went out for a movie together and we watched Terminator salvation. It's nice but a little confusing for me. Haha. And, yea, that's about it. I really enjoyed myself, Thanks alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;On Sunday, my bro and I went over to my grandma's for dinner and my dad bought a cake for me. Haha, it was hilarious, everyone took turns to sing a line of the Happy Birthday Song to me, including my grandma! But, my dad helped her. Not only that, my bro took part too. Damn hilarious. Though it was only 4 of us, I really enjoyed myself and the cake was lovely. :D Thankyou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;I really love you guys! Haha, and I realised that I've been saying thanks quite alot. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Oh well, on the actual day, I'm so gonna watch Blood: The Last Vampire. Haha, can't believe it's airing on my birthday. Well, the trailer seemed nice. :D What? It's a vamp show, I gotta catch it. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Anyway, I'll stop here. Gonna go for a swim now. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jol!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-6038827477380812583?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/6038827477380812583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=6038827477380812583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/6038827477380812583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/6038827477380812583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-3869232296991497866</id><published>2009-05-26T22:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T22:39:19.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;I'm like freaking pissed right now and internet connection is making it worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;I think my temper is getting out of hand these few days, but I can assure you it's not PMS. I was talking to boyfriend just now and got a little pissed with him. Prolly because I'm really excited about the paid-for movie we planned to claim tmr, however, it's CANCELLED! I WANNA WATCH THAT MOVIE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;Well, basically he just forgot to check what time his test starts and ends, which totally RUIN the plan! Worst still, when I knew that I don't have any UT tmr, I was extremely happy cause I thought I could meet boyfriend much much earlier, and I had the urge to inform him that and prolly arrange an earlier timing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;Time and time again, I've told myself not to put too much hope in anything but did I listen? NO! Whatever Jolene. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;Disappointments come and go, and I've to wait for 2 more days before watching the paid-for movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jol!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-3869232296991497866?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/3869232296991497866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=3869232296991497866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/3869232296991497866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/3869232296991497866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-like-freaking-pissed-right-now-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-129408301171531186</id><published>2009-05-23T01:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T02:30:46.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;Good morning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;Sorraye for the neglection, there wasn't much to update anyway because it's basically school school and more school (except for the weekends). So yea, if I were to blog about my everyday life about school, I think I'll get the most boring blog award.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;Anyway, I'm blogging now because, there's finally something I can blog about. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;But, firstly, I wanna say, W46M rocks to the core! WOOOO! Seriously man, I think my class is MADNESS, which derived from the letter "M" duh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;Okay, back to the topic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;On Friday, 22nd may 09, a fire broke out in Causeway Point shopping centre. On the 7th level, the fire alarm sounded but no one reacted. As always, people thought it might have been some mistake, or maybe some childish idiot thought setting the alarm off is hilarious, blah blah blah. Whatever. But guilty as charged, I was one of those "calm" people who didn't react to the alarm and instead, went off to buy 2 movie tickets (by the way, Jo was there too, alright?). After buying the tickets to "Night of the museum 2", we immediately walked into the theatre even though the alarm was still ringing away. I even said, "Can I just smash that damn thing? It's freaking noisy!" But, how should I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;After settling in our seats, with phones and wallet in my bag and a jacket around me to get comfy, we waited for the movie to start. After about 5 mins, the lights were on and guess what, we were told to evacuate the building because of a fire. Jo and I were one of the last few to leave the theatre and we were pretty sad after that. THE SHOW STARTED JUST BEFORE WE WERE ABOUT TO STEP OUT OF THE THEATRE! Damn the person/thing that cause that damn fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Anyway, since we didn't get to watch the movie we had already paid for, we just hope that we're able to claim our movie back, they better make sure they don't forget the reason why people missed their paid-for movie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;But yea, there was smoke when we came out and it was damn crowded, please! I seriously hate to squeeze with people and worst still, on the stairs, people kept stopping to see where the fire was and man, was I frustrated!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Oh man, I wish I've pictures on that to post, but yea I don't. Sorraye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Anyway, it's late. I've to wake up superbly early tmr. So yea, Goodnight! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jol!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-129408301171531186?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/129408301171531186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=129408301171531186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/129408301171531186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/129408301171531186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2009/05/good-morning-sorraye-for-neglection.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-4841166450570510000</id><published>2009-04-19T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:53:20.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;Howdy! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;Yesterday, I watched Fast and Furious 4 before school starts. Some how saying bye to my 5 months of holiday. Oh well. The fun ends tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;School is starting tomorrow!! Even on the first day, I don't even know what to wear. This is why I was aiming JC!! I had my orientation a few days ago and I can tell you that it ain't as good. Prolly I wasn't that enthu about it yet. Oh well, People! Wish my luck on my first day, yea? I'm pretty nervous about it. It feels like sec 1 all over again. Oh man, I definately still can see myself in Canberra's foyer when the sky was still dark blue. Haha. Worst thing about tomorrow is that I had to wake up at 6am! Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;Alright then, gotta turn in now. Goodnight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jol!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-4841166450570510000?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/4841166450570510000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=4841166450570510000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/4841166450570510000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/4841166450570510000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2009/04/howdy-d-yesterday-i-watched-fast-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-2378588409437567043</id><published>2009-03-24T08:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T08:48:57.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;Good morning people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;I was back this morning about ten pass six. New zealand was absolutely fun. There's lotsa activities there, such as Jetboating, horse trekking(Oh! I certainly loved that), bungy jump(Didn't manage to try that one), luge, rafting(Didn't do it either) and etc. Yeesuan missed alot, especially her beloved salmon sashimi which was served fresh. When I say fresh, I mean the ones that in a salmon farm, fresh from the waters. Anyway, New zealand is worth going again. But, you should be prepared to come home with an itchy body if you ever go during this timing. Very dry and certainly very cold. And, not only that, beware of the sandflies there. They're very very irritating. We were told that sandflies are native to New zealand, so it would be illegal to kill them. But, we did it anyway. No one cares I think, because the guy who told us also did the same as he too thinks that they're annoying. Oh, one more activity I've not mention, it's taking a ride in a helicopter. Way cool, especially the headphones. Yeening and I were talking to each other through them. It's like talking through the radio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;"Anyway, Ngoh, france and drey, hope we could meet up soon because I've got stuff for you guys. See ya guys soon alright?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;Goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;Jol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-2378588409437567043?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/2378588409437567043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=2378588409437567043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/2378588409437567043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/2378588409437567043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-morning-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-6394119901056926540</id><published>2009-03-09T17:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T18:11:28.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;Good evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;I guess I should have mention this earlier. But well, at least I didn't mention it on that day itself. *Smiles. I know that's not an excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;So anyway, my family and I are leaving for New Zealand this saturday, and we won't be back till 23rd or 24th of March. This time, it ain't a tour trip, it's free and easy. My uncle is driving us around and we'll wake up whenever we want. :D Well, that's the bad thing about joining tours, you've got to wake up damn early like 5 in the morning. But the good thing about tours is that you get to know people and stuff like that. Very fun. Just don't really like the wake-up-early part. Anyway, for this trip, yeesuan ain't joining us, because she has Olevels to study for. It's such a pity cause I bet this trip is gonna be a bomb for us trios. Oh well, next trip then. Oh wait, my holidays ain't gonna be the same as them. Damn it. Oh well, we'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;Good day people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jol!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-6394119901056926540?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/6394119901056926540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=6394119901056926540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/6394119901056926540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/6394119901056926540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-evening.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-8816526312715731775</id><published>2009-03-02T15:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T15:33:05.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;Good afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;About the previous post, seriously, I've no issues with extensions, just stating what I thought. They're actually quite nice, making one look more beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;One thing I've to say is that, I'm so SO bored staying at home! Later, I might go down to city hall to get a book that I've been dying to get my hands on. But still it's a might, mainly because I'm a lil too lazy to lift my ass off this chair. I just had lunch and I really have this urge to lie on my bed and just fall asleep. Pig behaviour much? Anyway, I don't exactly do stuff alone. Usually, I'll have at least one friend along with me. If not I'll just stay at home and rot my way through to grave. But, trying to be independent here. I like my cous' attitude, she's so independent and determined. Well, being the oldest among the lil trios, I think she's the more mature one in a way of how she plans her life. She has a goal in life and she's ready to achieve it. She has a game plan, unlike me. I think my bro is totally right about what he said about me. I don't know what I want in life, no game plan at all. So right now, my life is so screwed up because there's so many routes infront of me and I don't know which one to choose. No wait, I do have a goal in life, just that that route has been sealed up after sec 2's streaming. And worst thing is that, I'm not doing anything about it. I wanna open that route again. Well, I wanna change that, I really wanna. But saying is one thing, doing it is another. Seriously, I think that my whole family has determination but not me. I'm still wondering about what my mummy said before, about picking me up from some rubbish dump. Haha. Anyway, I feel ashamed about not being independent at the age of 17. Haha. Oh well, I'll prolly go down later. Hopefully, that book is not sold out. If it is, man, am I the unlucky one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;Alright, I'll chill for awhile before heading down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jol!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-8816526312715731775?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/8816526312715731775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=8816526312715731775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/8816526312715731775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/8816526312715731775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-afternoon.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-8499353507575202221</id><published>2009-03-01T03:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T03:45:10.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;Howaye people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;Anyway, yesterday afternoon, I had my hair done and I think I'm regretting making such a desicion! I should have stuck to the same old usual hairstyle but noooo, I had to be different for a change and try something more fresh and probably more mature. But now, I think my usual hairstyle looked more mature than the current one. Worst, I think I looked more Ahlian when I don't even wanna go near that route. I don't wanna look like some "xiao tai mei", giving everyone a bad vibe. Another thing is that, my hair is much shorter than the usual length. Previously, I was about 3-4 inch away from my ass, but now, it's waist length!!! Oh, not to forget, now that my hair is no longer V shaped, it looked more like extensions than my real hair!!! "AHHHH, curse extensions!" [Just giving a dramatic effect]. Because, the longer ones are straighter than the shorter ones. I had layers. Anyway, now that everyone is putting on extensions, it's giving those girls with REAL LONG HAIR a fake image. Not that I've issues with extensions, it's just that extensions are not showing people for who they are. What if there's this girl with extremely long, beautiful hair walked by and you whisper to your friend, "Wow, what nice hair she has." and guess what your friend will reply, "So? Extensions are everywhere nowadays." But, the one thing you and your friend won't know it's that, that poor girl had spent years growing such a long beautiful hair but it's fake in people's eyes. And worst, you don't even know where that extra hair came from. Well since you wanna go with the flow and have you hair short, just let it be. For goodness sake, you're buying hair that's going to come off after a period. Anyway, I've been having thoughts like this ever since extensions entered my school. Oh well, it's just presonal opinions. Like I said, I've not issues with extensions. Just stating what I thought. But if you think otherwise, well, like I said, personal opinion. There's always pros and cons to everything is this world right? Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;Anyway, back to my topic, so yea, from now on, I think I'm going to ponytail my hair whenever I'm going out. Okay, done. Or! Prolly try out my Hairstyling Kit which I bought a few years back. Hmm, not a bad idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Alright, I'm off to bed. Goodnight, people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jol!&lt;/em&gt;&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/27017482-8499353507575202221?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/8499353507575202221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=8499353507575202221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/8499353507575202221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/8499353507575202221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2009/03/howaye-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-6470181142202864526</id><published>2009-02-27T16:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T17:23:18.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;Question: If both your boyfriend and mum are drowning in the sea, and you're the only one who can save them, who would you save? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;Answer: I rather die with them. At least we 3 will still be together in the after life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;I fucking hate this idiotic question! You're making me choose between 2 people I loved most during such a crucial moment. And I seriously hate that. That's why I said I hate emotions, and my indecisive attitude. I rather make everyone happy or I don't at all. I rather have everyone I loved most to be happy together with me or I just dont have them at all. Making everyone satisfied individually is stressing me out! I rather be alone, just me in this unfair world. No, let me rephrase that, I rather not be a part of this at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;I can never and I really mean never choose between people I loved most. You want me to take sides in a family conflict, I'll just ignore and let them settle themselves. If I ever join a mafia gang and I'm told to kill the next person and it's one of my family members, I'll protect them instead until the boss shoots me in the head. You guys dont know how I see the word family or even the 2 words loved ones. They are much too dear to me. This includes Jo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;Please, please, dont ever make me choose between them unless you really want me to die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:andalus;"&gt;[Oh great, I just gave my enemies an idea on how to get rid of me. Shucks.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-6470181142202864526?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/6470181142202864526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=6470181142202864526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/6470181142202864526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/6470181142202864526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2009/02/question-if-both-your-boyfriend-and-mum.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-2378437609508622572</id><published>2009-02-19T17:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T18:19:28.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Howdaye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Yup, I just gave my blog a whole new look. Cause I was looking at my blog previously, and realised that my blog looked extremely childish and the more I looked at it, it gave me the feeling that I'm trying to act childish and cute when I'm not. I'm 17 this year and my blog don't show that I'm 17. It reflected me as some 12 year old kid and I don't like that. I know it's pretty slow to realise something that's there infront of you the whole time. So, enough with the cartoons and all, it's just plain old blog with no signs of saying that I'm childish. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;By the way, if you're wondering who Binky is, He's the cute little panda I gave to Boyfriend as a Valentine's day present. He's uber cute and I love him alot. To the extent when Boyfriend told me that he accidentally slept on Binky and almost flattened the life out of him, I really felt like kicking him in the nuts. But Boyfriend was lucky, we were on the phone when he told me that. Anyway, Binky is a collectable, and I really wanna buy the rest of the collections. Because one reason is that it's called The Blue Nose. BLUE NOSE. BLUEEE! Finally, something's cute that is not red! Whatever. Anyway, I also just realise that I've not mention Boyfriend's name yet. After such a long time, I've not once mentioned his name. Been calling him 'Boyfriend' here. Anyway, he's Joseph. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Okay, I'm gonna go karaoke-ing with my mum soon. Gotta shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Love, &lt;strong&gt;Jol!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-2378437609508622572?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/2378437609508622572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=2378437609508622572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/2378437609508622572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/2378437609508622572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2009/02/howdaye.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-9095665044968644400</id><published>2009-02-19T02:10:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T04:25:44.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What's up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hmm, I just realised something. My blog seemed so dead! I apologise for that because I wasn't really in any mood to blog these few days. And to be honest, I'm not in any mood to blog today either. But just had the feeling that I had to. So this is gonna be a very short one and I'll let the pictures do the talking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Basically, it's more on the Valentine's day celebrations. Yes, with an 's', because I had an early celebration with Boyfriend, Bro and 'sis-in-law'. We went ice-skating on the 11th of Feb. Buttt, I don't have the pictures with me for that day. It's all with 'sis-in-law' cause she was the photographer of that day. I have no idea how to get it from her, I don't have her MSN address and worst thing, my facebook ain't working at all. Every time I log in, the page gets jammed and I had no choice but to click 'end task'. Idiotic. Oh well, gotta wait then. So I guess I'll be posting those in another entry. Anyway, the other day was Valentine's day itself. Boyfriend insisted to watch a movie and have dinner together even though the main purpose to celebrate early was not to go out on Valentine's day itself. But, well since it's my first Valentine's day, why the hell would I refuse to go out? Right? Anyway, so on with the pictures. "This ain't a short one.(Wondering)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304219948060656930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yW_YNNPetaI/SZxf8JayRSI/AAAAAAAABCo/Z_dr18vxe3g/s320/11-02-09_2341(recoloured).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I took photos cause I wanna capture my Blue Contacts but none of the pictures here showed them. *Cries.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304220047519343378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yW_YNNPetaI/SZxgB77lYxI/AAAAAAAABC4/m9IfnMO14wo/s320/11-02-09_2343(recoloured).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But, the other reason was to capture the memories. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304220042215944434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yW_YNNPetaI/SZxgBoLJ8PI/AAAAAAAABCw/Iy2O-DOo3lc/s320/11-02-09_2342(recoloured).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boyfriend is being idiotic again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304220220474871554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yW_YNNPetaI/SZxgMAPZTwI/AAAAAAAABDA/FeAvj_XORo8/s320/11-02-09_2344(recoloured).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;just&lt;/strong&gt; love this picture of him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304220228834536690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yW_YNNPetaI/SZxgMfYfrPI/AAAAAAAABDI/tTIGWHrn-0A/s320/11-02-09_2350(recoloured).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I extremely &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; this one.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304220410682121266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yW_YNNPetaI/SZxgXE0VnDI/AAAAAAAABDQ/sYjYg3vrorQ/s320/11-02-09_2351(recoloured).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hah! Now you know who's the bully in this relationship. &lt;strong&gt;CLUE&lt;/strong&gt;: Looks can be deceiving.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304220410372841234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yW_YNNPetaI/SZxgXDqmXxI/AAAAAAAABDY/LULwoLtVY54/s320/11-02-09_2352(recoloured).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Does anyone wanna say, "You don't look like.. you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304220410874408866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yW_YNNPetaI/SZxgXFiLr6I/AAAAAAAABDg/tjfjVlB7Mtw/s320/11-02-09_2353(recoloured).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Does anyone agrees with me that he looks gay? Haha. Please don't kill me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304220595923391682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yW_YNNPetaI/SZxgh25TFMI/AAAAAAAABDo/c8YGFHVa1ZQ/s320/11-02-09_2354(recoloured).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He didn't get what he wanted, hence the face. Haha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304220594530206546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yW_YNNPetaI/SZxghxtIw1I/AAAAAAAABDw/Q_XF_dN1Csg/s320/11-02-09_2355(recoloured).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I looked like I caught a whiff of something bad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304220597228490082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yW_YNNPetaI/SZxgh7wdTWI/AAAAAAAABD4/VcZ2NuaO75I/s320/11-02-09_2356(recoloured).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Requested by me. Don't you feel like giving us everything we asked for?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304220774247036162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yW_YNNPetaI/SZxgsPM99QI/AAAAAAAABEI/Cvy4hIVoTN8/s320/14-02-09_1718+(recoloured).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He surprised me with these lovelies.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304220773994805698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yW_YNNPetaI/SZxgsOQ1OcI/AAAAAAAABEA/iMK6gwFZx2w/s320/14-02-09_1719(recoloured).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last but not least, &lt;strong&gt;Happy Valentine's day, Dearest.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-9095665044968644400?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/9095665044968644400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=9095665044968644400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/9095665044968644400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/9095665044968644400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2009/02/whats-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yW_YNNPetaI/SZxf8JayRSI/AAAAAAAABCo/Z_dr18vxe3g/s72-c/11-02-09_2341(recoloured).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27017482.post-612432119277947131</id><published>2009-02-08T02:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T03:24:34.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What's up! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Is it too late to wish you guys 'Happy Chinese New Year' here? Haha, I hope not. Please forgive me, yea? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Good thing about today is that Cheryl and I got our pay today. Haha. Even though I only worked for 2days and I'm suppose to forgo one day's pay, the amount I received was more than I expected. Hah! Okay, now I gotta save up for my 'precious'. But, I'm far from my aim. A thousand plus short. *Cries!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh well, I'll blog again soon, I promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jol!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-612432119277947131?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/612432119277947131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=612432119277947131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/612432119277947131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/612432119277947131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2009/02/whats-up-d-is-it-too-late-to-wish-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-2570946900871554860</id><published>2009-01-23T13:52:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T14:59:43.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Howdaye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I wasn't in any mood to blog for the past few days, so yea, my bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay, I'm about to annouce my result for Olevels. I didn't do that well actually. To the extent that I'm not eligible for JC. What pulled me down was my languages. They were all Cs. And I was quite disappointed for my Amaths cause I'd really expected it to be at least a 2. But, well, it's turned out to be a 3. What a waste. But, okay I'm not that surprise that I got all Cs for my languages cause all along, it wasn't my thing. I've never once pass geog and my SS was always unstable. I got a C for chinese even though I had a tutor for it. I totally failed her. I feel extremely guilty cause in my point of view, she was the best teacher I've ever had. But well, I just can't get them right. Oh well. Anyway, I was happy for my physic cause even though I screwed up my paper 2, my paper 1 managed to pull my grade all the way to a 3. I was late for the paper and worse, I wasn't in the state to do it either. It's a girl's thing. If you think it's not a big deal and start saying that other girls are having it too during Os, well, FYI, get your story right before commenting. I've low tolerance for pain, alright!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, yea so I'm entering poly but have yet to know what course I'm taking. Everyone is waiting for the posting results now. And since, my school starts in April, I've to look for a job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;For this week, Cheryl and I were out looking for a job together. But, no calls from them yet. We've applied for lots of jobs, but no calls yet. *Sigh! But, there's this Persian restuarant in Clake Quay and we thought it was extremely classy but if we work there, we've to work from 5pm - 2am. We don't mind actually, but when I told my mum, dad and boyfriend, all of them were against it. Saying that it's complicated working nightlife. Hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, some pictures to spice my blog up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294368967418642818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yW_YNNPetaI/SXlghmzXAYI/AAAAAAAAA-w/ZkMusLY0Hiw/s320/210109+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm always cam shy. *Blush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294368971090718066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yW_YNNPetaI/SXlgh0e2bXI/AAAAAAAAA-4/ON3koQP1Ykg/s320/210109+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294368978281615618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yW_YNNPetaI/SXlgiPRS0QI/AAAAAAAAA_A/FuajMW_hlF0/s320/210109+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyone misses this chicken? I know you do... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294369613030111602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yW_YNNPetaI/SXlhHL5IOXI/AAAAAAAAA_I/c6B0a274gVw/s320/210109+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Uno anyone? Nah, Cheryl and I were actually playing 'Stress'. It's fun but creates confusion for blur people like me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294369615422965170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yW_YNNPetaI/SXlhHUzoRbI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/eEstPfq1pWQ/s320/210109+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Cheryl did this too. Yea, I know I look retarded. *Cheryl! You too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294369618460075522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yW_YNNPetaI/SXlhHgHu5gI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/cpu0MykE5TY/s320/210109+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Candid shot. What?! I'm tired!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294369626211346130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yW_YNNPetaI/SXlhH8_x5tI/AAAAAAAAA_g/gNqM9x5_o-A/s320/210109+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Cheryl's idea. Wait, we're short of 2 pairs of hands! Haha, nah, we're just airing our armpits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294369637254911330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yW_YNNPetaI/SXlhImIxVWI/AAAAAAAAA_o/0iY5bn8Cqaw/s320/210109+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Look! We have the chicken as hostage. Pay up or else. You know how retarded we are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294370128358311554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yW_YNNPetaI/SXlhlLo8hoI/AAAAAAAAA_w/rF23EhrfywQ/s320/210109+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You know what, I looked like bugsy the hamster in 'Bedtime Stories'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294370130108277554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yW_YNNPetaI/SXlhlSKK4zI/AAAAAAAAA_4/ul2ObsxKWuc/s320/210109+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You know what, the eye-thing, it's hard to stop. Haha, Cheryl got a shock when the cam flashed at us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294370129743562498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yW_YNNPetaI/SXlhlQzNxwI/AAAAAAAABAA/iwtE5lDhkpc/s320/210109+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Forced to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294370136691661490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yW_YNNPetaI/SXlhlqrxWrI/AAAAAAAABAI/91NyxcgcqGE/s320/210109+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That's why I'm her best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294370137788344546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yW_YNNPetaI/SXlhluxPaOI/AAAAAAAABAQ/QHHPINx3F8E/s320/210109+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294370828431731202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yW_YNNPetaI/SXliN7ndKgI/AAAAAAAABAY/AacOBBdw_KE/s320/210109+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294370832927615810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yW_YNNPetaI/SXliOMXW60I/AAAAAAAABAg/W74XtHhAxS4/s320/210109+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294370841977565362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yW_YNNPetaI/SXliOuFCMLI/AAAAAAAABAo/0BsZh0msWPc/s320/210109+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294370844897922114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yW_YNNPetaI/SXliO49TTEI/AAAAAAAABAw/6L7Qbw01_Fg/s320/210109+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294370849823624434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yW_YNNPetaI/SXliPLTrjPI/AAAAAAAABA4/YnSVvOpU7c8/s320/210109+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I got bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294371049758622482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yW_YNNPetaI/SXlia0H5gxI/AAAAAAAABBA/I3QqMhQAYM0/s320/210109+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Biggest bowl I've ever seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294371058497630434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yW_YNNPetaI/SXlibUrcMOI/AAAAAAAABBI/2TjLtPeCJkg/s320/210109+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Heavenly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-2570946900871554860?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/2570946900871554860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=2570946900871554860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/2570946900871554860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/2570946900871554860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2009/01/howdaye-i-wasnt-in-any-mood-to-blog-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yW_YNNPetaI/SXlghmzXAYI/AAAAAAAAA-w/ZkMusLY0Hiw/s72-c/210109+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27017482.post-7158178368506727328</id><published>2009-01-11T19:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T19:55:02.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Howdy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Guess what. Olevel results is out tomorrow! Oh gosh, oh gosh! I'm freaking nervous now. I'm not sure if i'm able to sleep tonight. Please, wish me luck. And I literally mean it. Wish me LUCK. Sigh. I didn't really think this will come so soon. Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jol!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-7158178368506727328?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/7158178368506727328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=7158178368506727328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/7158178368506727328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/7158178368506727328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2009/01/howdy-guess-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-7815869346660946745</id><published>2009-01-03T14:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T15:19:43.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Howdy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Kinda bored of that "howdy" greeting already huh? Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, I've told my mum about my computer, and it seems like I couldnt escape the music. Well, obviously I got blame for it and well, I also tried to explain my way through but it doesnt seem to be working. Oh well, I'll prob send it for repair. I seriously hope it aint that bad, if not, I'm not sure if I'm able to blog that often anymore. Haha, i'll survive though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh, by the way, I'm using my mum's laptop right now. And since my computer aint working, I dont think that i'll be posting the Japan pictures that soon. I still have yet to download the pictures. They are with me right now, just that my mum's laptop cant read the memory card. I seriously dont know what's wrong, I downloaded the camera's software but the laptop still aint reading it. Oh well, I'll prob ask my uncle for help. I'll be going down to their place later though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;One more thing before I'm off for lunch, 6sincere `04 is having a gathering really soon. It's a BBQ and guess what's the theme. It's a pyjammie party! And not only it that, we have to be there in our pyjammies, yea, walk around in public before entering the resort. People who dont do so, will have to face some deadly forfeit. *Shivers. Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm off for lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jol!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-7815869346660946745?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/7815869346660946745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=7815869346660946745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/7815869346660946745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/7815869346660946745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2009/01/howdy-kinda-bored-of-that-howdy.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-5138869216187304032</id><published>2009-01-02T17:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T18:07:14.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Howdy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm back from Japan. Overall, the whole trip was fun, well mainly it's because the little trios were there. From my aspect, I think that the little trios were the noisiest and craziest people among the tour group. But most importantly, we totally enjoyed ourselves. And not to forget, Japan was freezing my butt off! But, it wasn't as cold as Hokkaido. Hmm, I will be posting up some pictures after I get them from my uncle. But sadly, my computer ain't working lah. I'll find some other ways to post then. I was damn DAMN unlucky, when I got home yesterday, I realised that my computer died when I was away in Japan. I haven't tell my mummy about it yet. I'm afraid of the yellings. It ain't the first time anymore. I spoilt my first laptop before, burnt the mother board(that's what I was told). Then, I was given another chance but this time, it's a desktop. But now, look at it. It can't even start. Before that wasn't as bad. It got jammed quite a few times. I should have told my mummy before it got worse, shouldn't I? Aww man, I'm in so much trouble. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Olevel results will be out really soon. I was told that the date was confirmed and it's on 12th January `09. I seriously seriously, hoped that I'll get really good results, but who doesn't hope for that. Everyone wants to do well for it. But, well, I hope that my results won't be a disappointment to my family and I. If not, I've got a feeling that everything won't be the same again. Oh well, wish me luck, people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Jol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-5138869216187304032?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/5138869216187304032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=5138869216187304032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/5138869216187304032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/5138869216187304032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2009/01/howdy-anyway-im-back-from-japan.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-2858817084302482759</id><published>2008-12-24T17:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T17:39:44.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Howdy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;In a few hours time, I'm leaving for Japan and I won't be back till 1st Jan 09. Did I mention that before? hmm. Anyway, boyfriend came over to my place with my bro and his girlfriend. Sadly to say, they came over straight after they left their friend's place. So, there ain't any Heroes to watch. It's seriously getting more and more exciting! Anyway, made them watch Animal Planet - The Most Extreme. And guess what, it's about animals with nasty jobs. For example, Maggots -- used in hospitals to treat patients with decaying flesh, if I'm not wrong. They just eat away the dead flesh and stops there. It's known as the maggot treatment. It ranked either 5th or 4th, I can't really remember. Dung beetles ranked 1st cause they are working with Shit itself. The coolest one I've seen was the insect which I totally forgot what it is, which eats off dead animals without damaging the bones. Prob I'll find out what it is after I'm back from Jap, cause I'm leaving really soon. My uncle will be here to pick us up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay, I gotta go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miss me alright? Hee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-2858817084302482759?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/2858817084302482759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=2858817084302482759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/2858817084302482759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/2858817084302482759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2008/12/howdy-in-few-hours-time-im-leaving-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-8817765579345310339</id><published>2008-12-22T15:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T15:51:23.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Howdy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorraye about the previous post. Oh ya, I took my cbox away cause I don't really want people commenting about it. But I do appreciate private conversation through MSN. Well, yea just dont want the whole world to see the comments, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm currently at boyfriend's. You guys know about the popular english series, Heroes, right? Yea, we're watching it and I seriously recommend this series man. Well, I liked it just as I liked X-men. He's still napping though. We took a quick afternoon nap, well at least I did. Oh well, off to play Spore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, just to let you guys know, I'm leaving for Japan this Wednesday night. Yea, on Christmas eve. That's one sad news. Dont worry, I've got another one. We're coming back on New Year's day. Ughhh. Well, what makes me wonder is that, will there be a celebration on the plane itself? Won't that be cool! Yea, so just in case anyone wants to ask me out, not like I'm expecting any though. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Defending what's ours in the means of Justice."&lt;br /&gt;Does that sentence sound very weird?&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/27017482-8817765579345310339?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/8817765579345310339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=8817765579345310339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/8817765579345310339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/8817765579345310339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2008/12/howdy-sorraye-about-previous-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-3977898149556309858</id><published>2008-12-16T22:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T01:34:26.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmm, let me ask you guys a question. How do you feel if you realise that all along, your family or perhaps your loved ones dont trust you, and let me emphasise on this 2 words, AT ALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, let me start from the beginning, my auntie went back to her home town to visit her family and so, my family and I had to do house chores ourselves. My mum and bro wont be home most of the time and well, I'm told that I've to stay at my cousin's place for the time being. Though I've not done any house chores for a long time, it doesnt mean that I dont know anything about it. That's when I wonder if my family really knows me well even though they claim they do. The fact is that I know how to, just that it's a matter of want or not. But of cause, if you see it in a way of how good the outcome will be, I do admit that the outcome of my work wont be that great. But does that even matter? I'm still learning. Anyway, that's one reason why my mum wants me to be at my cousin's place, so that there's someone there to cater to my every need. But I dont want that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Now, I've realised what I am in my mum's eyes. I know there's a saying that everyone will forever be a child in their parent's eyes, no matter if how old you are. You think I dont know that? But what I'm trying to say here is that, to me, she seems like she's not letting me grow up. I want to grow up, I want to do house chores like everyone else and be home all alone. One more thing, when I said I wanna go home on tue to get some clothings, my mum first said that she'll bring them for me when she comes over for dinner or in the morn, on her way to work. Next, after some convincing, she allows me to go home but she wants someone to accompany me, eg: my cousin. When I insists on going back myself, she let out craps on how unsafe it is for me to go home myself and for me to be home alone, and in the end, she insists that I do her way. But no! The more you dont trust me, the more I wanna rebel! And when I say rebel, I mean in a way that I do my way in order to show her I'm old enough to at least take care of myself when I'm going home or even being home alone! What?! Do I look 12 to you guys? It's not like I always get into an accident when I go to school right? WHAT'S THE FREAKING DIFFERENCES?! I admit I'm lazy but like I said, it doesnt mean that I freaking dont know anything! So the main point here is that, I extremely EXTREMELY dislike people who dont trust me, especially when they are your loved ones! FYI, I have always asked my mum for permission before doing anything. Where ever I go, whatever I buy when she's not around, I would always tell or ask her. But, this little bit of trust from her, for being home alone, is it too much to ask for? It's not like I've not stayed home alone before in my 16 years of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;There's another that has been troubling me for quite some time. Please, PLEASE! I'm begging you, stop trying to lie to me. I'm not dumb if that's what you're thinking. The "change" around me and you has changed drastically. I know why, who and what caused the change. So stop with all the lying and denying, because ever since that night, ever since she talked to you, you started setting rules for me. Having all this to put up with, is really stressing the life out of me. I kept thinking if I should put a stop to all these ASAP! But, dont you thinking running away is just a form of self-comforting and a self-declared-wimp? If even such a small obstacle I cant pass, what about the other harder and nastier obstacles I have to face in the future? I just know that whatever the change is, it's for my own good but once again, it's just telling both of us that we're gaining no trust from you. Not even one bit. But okay no matter, this we can gain it bit by bit from you. Still, you aint being honest with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"No trust, no respect."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Sorraye cous', I know I'm suppose to stay over but I mentioned to you before when I was at your place, and I really wanna prove that I'm trustable at home without having my mum to worry about me. I dont want to be at home with my mum worrying that I'm that dumb to the extent that I'll open doors for strangers. I really cant stand the feeling that my mum dont trust me to be home alone. Like I said, it's my own home, not like I'm gonna get raped by some idiot who broke into an apartment less than 15 storeys high in some condo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm writing this here because I'm serious about this matter. I'm no longer 12, mummy and I really think that I deserve this little bit of trust cause it's my home too. Just because you and brother aint home, I dont get to be in my own home? I'm not an outsider, mummy. I'm not trying to make you sound bad here. You're the best mother I could ever have but when it comes to this, staying in my own house alone, I just cant bare to shut my damn mouth anymore and do nothing about it. I love what's mine and it's like my house dont belong to me when you're not around. I know I made everything sound as if I'm about to lose my own home but yea, that's how I feel when you dont allow me to head/stay home myself. "Worst, cous' mum was pulled in to convince me too and so, another solution came up, having cous' mum to send me to and fro." Do I have the face of a thief?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;In my family, there's my mum, my dad, my bro and I. And all I could say that I went numb. It seems like I'm the most untrustable person among the bloods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Dad: Is Jolene that untrustable?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Bro: Yea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*Please say that you're joking and prove me wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I love my family alot, but what the hell am I to them? Protect me all you want but the rules dont make me feel like family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-3977898149556309858?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/3977898149556309858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=3977898149556309858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/3977898149556309858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/3977898149556309858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2008/12/hmm-let-me-ask-you-guys-question.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-8044956562883420780</id><published>2008-12-03T23:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T23:44:51.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Howdy People!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275589911808765522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yW_YNNPetaI/STapEtH-7lI/AAAAAAAAA9o/LMhNeXhko8c/s200/city+of+ember.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yea, I changed my blog skin cause got kinda sick of the other one. Anyway, yesterday boyfriend came over to my place early in the morning just to accompany me. Basically because for these past few days, I'm sick, ever since after WWW. I think I caught a cold or something cause my friends and I were walking back to our terrece dripping wet. So yea, had fever and stuff. But, you know what, I'm actually quite glad. It's been a LONG time since I was down with a fever. Dont be shock but I actually miss that feeling. :D So I wasnt allowed to leave home. And I almost died due to boredom! But before I was "quarantined", I had a date with boyfriend the day right before my condition got worse. We watched City Of Ember, and it's superbly nice man! After that, boyfriend brought me to this Japanese restuarant for dinner. It's called kuishinbo and I had lotsa salmon there. I wanna go there again. Probably bring my mum there the next time. Anyway, I got to enjoy before I get to suffer. That's nice right? Oh, we picked up boyfriend's PS3 too. *GAMESSS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, as I was saying, boyfriend came early yesterday morning. Slacked and well, as boyfriend slept late and woke up uber early yesterday, he took a nap in the afternoon. And in the evening, we watched PRISON BREAK! Okay, it's getting more exciting but to be honest, I didnt quite understand what was going on from the start cause I was dozing off. *What?! I'm sick! Yea, so we watched one episode and went out for dinner. After the 9pm show, we continued all the way till 3plus in the morning. Well, in the end, he stayed over at my place. My mum's bed cant compare to mine. HEEE! Anyway, early this morning, I had to leave him alone at home cause I'm out with the Little Trios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275589910242344386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yW_YNNPetaI/STapEnShPcI/AAAAAAAAA9w/5fcTiYe1RsQ/s200/wild+child.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, I was uber shagged actually, cause last night after prison break, I turned in quite late too. what's more, my auntie is picking me up at 11.30am. So I couldnt get enough sleep. After picking me up, my auntie had to go pick the rest of her family up before leaving for AMK hub. When we arrived, the adults went for their foot massage while the Little Trios went shopping. Not long later, we had lunch at NewYorkNewYork. Wah! I tell you, it's dame nice lah. But it's quite ex though. It was my first time there anyway. It's damn nice and damn filling. I couldnt eat another bite anymore lah. After lunch, the Little Trios went shopping again just to pass time quickly before going for our movie. We watched "Wild Child" today. Well, basically that's what happened today. Oh, guess who I saw today, I saw Emmanuel today! Haha. Yea, I had dinner at their place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Haha, boyfriend said he and my bro wont be staying for dinner but in the end, they did. And guess what, when I reached home at 9pm, they were still there.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sayonara`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jol!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-8044956562883420780?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/8044956562883420780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=8044956562883420780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/8044956562883420780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/8044956562883420780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2008/12/howdy-people-yea-i-changed-my-blog-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yW_YNNPetaI/STapEtH-7lI/AAAAAAAAA9o/LMhNeXhko8c/s72-c/city+of+ember.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27017482.post-6634270338157521718</id><published>2008-11-21T23:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T01:10:30.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Howdy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, I wanted to blog yesterday but was quite lazy too. Cause I was thinking of boring you guys to death with my daily life "stories". But too bad, my laziness got the better of me. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, boyfriend came over to my place right after his paper and after picking him up from the back gate, I was told that the paper he just had was uber difficult! *Crys.  What a slacker he is lah, still got the face to give me excuses. *No! Wait! I cant say that, what if I do badly for Olevel? I'll be giving excuses too. Okay okay, forget I said that.  Haha! All the best for your next 2 papers precious! Well, we apparently slacked for the rest of the day. And yes, he didnt study. But that's his problem already. Haha! We had our lunch at 3 plus 4 while watching Heroes Season 3 Epi 1. *Crys, I cant record the rest of Heroes Season 3 cause the freaking system dont let me. The schedule for Star World is totally blank.  Anyway, watched till 5pm and we're off for our evening movie. *Be jealous. **Evil grin.   Oops sorraye. We watched Beverly Hills Chihuahua(ChiWOWwa). People! Go watch if you're a dog lover, I tell you, you'll love it, ALOT! Cause I loved it! The animals were super cute and not to forget, hilarious. Haha! Oh! Before the show, we had dinner, at some Jap place, name which I've forgotten. Oops.  Anyway, after the show, we head home and slacked along with my mummy. Yea, we were watching the 9pm show. After that, boyfriend and I watched another movie called KUNGFU PANDA! I just cant get enough of that show. Thee best. Boyfriend left about 1plus 2 cause he was playing some game with my Brother online. You know, guys and their games. So in the end, he cabed home. And he made a new friend. :D Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay, that was yesterday's story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Today, I was out with Yeesuan at Penisula shopping centre to get her bagpack. Yea, I was already late right from the start. *It's no longer surprising anymore.  We were suppose to meet up at 2pm but cause Yeesuan's dad forgot all about her, she had to change the timing to 2.30pm. Yea, that's good cause at 1.18pm, I was still having my breakfast. So yea, watched the "I survived a Jap game show", Haha, Justin was the champ. yea, watched till 1.40pm and yea, I'm bound to be late again. Got ready and left my house at 2.30pm. Reached the yishun train station at 2plus almost 3. *Sorraye Suan!  Trained down to city hall and walked from there. At first, we went to the wrong Penisula cause I heard there were 3 Penisulas. Yea, walked around Penisula Plaza, got tired and went out for a drink. Crossed over to Penisula shopping centre and Finally, 'her' bagpacks were there. After much considerations, she bought her bagpack and so, it was still early. We planned to watch a movie but instead, we head back to my place for a swim. But before that, Yeesuan went back to her place to get her stuff first. I went home first and Man, my back was aching! *OBASANG!  Whatever.  Rest awhile while talking to Dearest. When Yeesuan came, we went down for a swim at 6.30pm. Got back up at 7plus, bathed and had dinner. Slacked while waiting for Yeening to arrive so that we can watched KUNGFU PANDA before heading off to sleep. *See! I told you I'm not tired of that show.  So yea, now, I'm blogging while they went off to sleep. Hmm, by the way, I'll blog about my Cruise-Genting trip some other day cause it's gonna be quite long and I think I need the afternoon to do it. Sorraye yea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Alright, I think I should head off to sleep too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Goodnight people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sayonara`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jol!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-6634270338157521718?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/6634270338157521718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=6634270338157521718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/6634270338157521718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/6634270338157521718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2008/11/howdy-well-i-wanted-to-blog-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-6109587897999600092</id><published>2008-11-13T03:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:37:43.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Howdy people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yea, it's the end of Olevel and the start of sweet SWEET freedom! *Evil laughter.  But well, it's just gonna be a month plus' freedom until the release of results. I'm not too confident for my results, however, I do hope for things to turn out good, and I mean REALLY good. Hmm, better not put in too much hope, before I start falling down hard. Anyway, enough of this, it's the start of everything good. For this month plus' freedom, I'll be watching loads of shows and will definately be working out. All those stress had made me put on alot of weight. Boyfriend keeps teasing me about my flabby tummy. *I'll prove you wrong! It'll be gone before my new zealand trip. *Growl!  Anyway, I'll be out with boyfriend tomorrow. Heading to town with him to fix his PS3 and after that, we'll prob be heading to the movies. Another thing is that, I cant wait for my cruise-genting trip with my dad and grandma. During the Olevel period, I've not been spending much time with them and I feel extremely guilty. So yea. Anyway, I cant wait. *Grins.  Okay then, I guess I'll be turning in soon. I'm just doing a After-Olevel-post, so yea it's just a short lil one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will this year's christmas be special?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sayonara`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jol!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-6109587897999600092?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/6109587897999600092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=6109587897999600092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/6109587897999600092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/6109587897999600092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2008/11/howdy-people-yea-its-end-of-olevel-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-394400180328737286</id><published>2008-11-07T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T23:58:00.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot/catpeople/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are The Lovers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Motive, power, and action, arising from Inspiration and Impulse.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;The Lovers represents intuition and inspiration. Very often a choice needs to be made.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Originally, this card was called just LOVE. And that's actually more apt than &amp;quot;Lovers.&amp;quot; Love follows in this sequence of growth and maturity. And, coming after the Emperor, who is about control, it is a radical change in perspective. LOVE is a force that makes you choose and decide for reasons you often can't understand; it makes you surrender control to a higher power. And that is what this card is all about. Finding something or someone who is so much a part of yourself, so perfectly attuned to you and you to them, that you cannot, dare not resist. This card indicates that the you have or will come across a person, career, challenge or thing that you will fall in love with. You will know instinctively that you must have this, even if it means diverging from your chosen path. No matter the difficulties, without it you will never be complete.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Tarot Card are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot"&gt;Take the Test to Find Out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-394400180328737286?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/394400180328737286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=394400180328737286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/394400180328737286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/394400180328737286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-are-lovers-motive-power-and-action.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-2064833408307631796</id><published>2008-11-06T15:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T15:40:14.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey guys, wanna hear a good news? No, in fact, it's a GREAT news. Olevel is coming to an end!!! Yes, with 3 exclaimation mark. After going through such a stressful period, we 16 and 17 year olds can finally have our freedom... *Jumping for joy!  But, still! I have 2 more papers to go. And on wednesday, 12th nov 08, at 9am, it's PLAY time! *Evil laughter! Well, that's for most of us actually. Goodluck to those who are having their bio paper the next day. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Man, I certainly have lots of stuff to do after Olevel ends. Let's see, I have an outing with both my dad and grandma. That will take a few days. Oh! Not to forget my class chalet. Tons of dramas I wanna watch and also re-watch. Lots of places I wanna go and SOMEONE said that he/she is gonna bring me there. *Grins.  After 27 nov 08, everything is gonna be intensive too. Outings with friends too. I bet I wont be home for most of the days. Hmm, well, we shall see first.. :D Oh, I still have my overseas trip with my mummy and cousins. Man, I'm gonna have a hell of a time! Lols. Well, I guess that's all I can come up with at this point of time. Will be thinking of more stuff to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay, shall blog again soon. Time to study. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes yes, I'm in love again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-2064833408307631796?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/2064833408307631796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=2064833408307631796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/2064833408307631796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/2064833408307631796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2008/11/hey-guys-wanna-hear-good-news-no-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-310289881904342235</id><published>2008-10-25T16:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T17:06:05.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Howdy! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yes, I know I've not been posting for qutie some time. FYI, I'm having my major exams now. So yea. But anyway, at this very moment, I just dont wanna touch any books. Forgive me but just for today. I promise, I'll get back on track. As for now, I'll just have a good session of self-reflecting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, I'm being all sensitive again. Today, my family and I are out to celebrate my Mum's belated birthday and I heard my brother is giving a treat. Anyway, not long ago, I was being told about today's schedule. And well, I was kinda disappointed the moment I heard it. Well, knowing it's some sort like a family outing, I assumed the whole family would leave for dinner together. But well, that's not gonna happen cause so happens that my Mum has her own activity, so does my brother and da sao. I'm not blaming them to have activities on such a day but dont you think they should have told me before hand rather than before they start getting ready to leave? I mean there I was, thinking that we as a family will be spending the day together at home and then leave for dinner together too. I'm not sure if I'm asking too much from them(though I doubt they even know anything about this. :D ). But that's what I thought how family should be. Though I'm the youngest in this house, dont I have that lil bit of rights to know what plans you guys are having before a family dinner? Come on, you guys have the whole morning or even the early afternoon. You guys may just think it's not that important. Well, this is not the first time it happened before. Telling me at such a last minute, you guys just dont know how lost I am right now. Anyway, this is what I thought. I dont know about you guys. Anyway, am I asking too much? Or "family" just aint like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hate loneliness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fear of getting lost in that world, alone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's pure darkness...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-310289881904342235?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/310289881904342235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=310289881904342235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/310289881904342235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/310289881904342235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2008/10/howdy-yes-i-know-ive-not-been-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-1202997993859000394</id><published>2008-09-06T15:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T16:07:37.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey people. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;A few days back, *Hmm, is it thursday?* yea, I guess it's thursday. My cousins, Xn and I went to the movies together and we watched 'Hana Yori Dango Final'! Okay, the whole movie was okay, but the best thing was seeing hot guys on the big screen. *Saliva drooling.. AHEM!* Anyway, my cousins and I were actually waiting for this movie to be out and after waiting for so long, it's finally out in Singapore! As I know my good friend Xn likes Jap movies, so I recommanded it to her because we were talking about the movies while studying.. ^^ Well, no harm getting alil distracted right? Hey, we studied. Anyway, it was awesome. Girls in the cinema were going crazaye over the two love birds. Haha! But hey, I kept quiet through out the show alright? By the way, sorraye Xn, you had to pass the popcorn to and fro. Really sorraye for the distraction.. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;After the show, my cousins wanted to shop alil while Xn headed back home. Lols, as I've mention before, with we three around, it's nothing but crap man! We totally goofed around in popular. Well, we then headed to my place for a swim. But in the mean time, we were praying so hard that it wouldnt rain because dark clouds covered the sky as if it might just pour at any moment. But in the end, it drizzled and fortunately, we were able to go for our swim. And FYI, it was freezing cold man! What's worst, we had to bath with freezing water too. =.= Anyway, after our dinner, at around 9pm, my cousins headed home and I was all alone at home with nothing but the empty space.... Lols, nah, my mummy was home and as usual, we watched tv together.. :D I love my mum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hmm, I know, I had to bore you guys with my oh-so-dull every day life's stories. Ughhhh~! Oh well, I dont even think anyone would read my post. :D Okay, I shall end here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sayonara`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jol!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-1202997993859000394?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/1202997993859000394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=1202997993859000394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/1202997993859000394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/1202997993859000394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2008/09/hey-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-2189327532041128907</id><published>2008-09-01T00:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T01:16:25.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey hey, really sorraye about the recent posts people. :D Emotions were playing tricks on me. So yea, really sorraye about that. But! Not to worry, I'm feeling a whole lot better now. HEEEEE! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hmm, no tuition today. *Yeahh! No head-hitting. Well, I had lunch with my mummy and brother. And guess where we went after that. The Pet Shop! *Waahahahaha! xD. The pups there were uber UBER cute! Most of em` were poodles actually. I just couldn't resist!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, my cousins came for gym but instead, we went for a swim! It's been ages since we last went for a swim together. Haha! We had a hell lot of laughter today! We crapped around like no ones business. Haha! I guess with us three around, it's nothing but FUNNNN! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh well, I'm definately looking forward to our trip. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sayonara`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jol!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-2189327532041128907?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/2189327532041128907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=2189327532041128907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/2189327532041128907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/2189327532041128907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2008/09/hey-hey-really-sorraye-about-recent.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-1743585857746704141</id><published>2008-08-21T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T22:33:47.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes yes, everything is my fault! Blame everything on me. Such trival matters and it has to end up with a quarrel. Why? I just dont understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;All I want is to talk to you about my day and just have a nice talk with you. But what do I get in the end? Reprimands and blames. Yes yes, being there at 6.55am still aint early for a 10mins ride to school. And please, I was so damn right early for the 7am bus, but problem was that it just didnt show up. And hey, I was early. So why did I get blame again? Ask her. Why cant you just hear me out rather than interrupting what I was trying to say? And why compare me with others? They have their reasons and I have mine. Well, I just know that you've a mindset that I just dont have any time management, so probably that's why you're implying that it's my fault for not being earlier that 6.55am... But, I'm just assuming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sayonara`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jol!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-1743585857746704141?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/1743585857746704141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=1743585857746704141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/1743585857746704141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/1743585857746704141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2008/08/yes-yes-everything-is-my-fault-blame.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-2289046768595684774</id><published>2008-08-17T11:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T12:14:18.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart is tearing apart!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes, how I wish I was dead right now. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just leave my troubles behind and be free. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ahh~ that's when real "life" really starts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;And yes, I've realised that I'm more negative these days. No matter how much positiveness I shove in me, it's just useless. My soul is dying. One day, I might just do something really, REALLY stupid. And that's the day I've really lost myself. No more tears will be shed, no more screams will heard because, it'll just be an empty shell walking. I'm sorraye, negative thoughts just keep appearing in my head and emotions are tearing me apart. I cant help it! I dont want to love, cry, throw any temper anymore. Cause, whenever I want to, I'll be putting myself in others shoe and so, it's being bottled up again. Please, take away my emotions, PLEASE! I'm losing myself very soon.... How I wish I was my childish self, being able to do things without caring for others. That's why they say being a child is your most happiest time in your life, after that, it's hell. I wonder if that's peter pan's reason. Whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;People, if you know me well enough, do not comment anything on this, Thankyou. It'll be greatly appreciated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-2289046768595684774?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/2289046768595684774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=2289046768595684774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/2289046768595684774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/2289046768595684774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-heart-is-tearing-apart-sometimes-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-9125074162033522998</id><published>2008-08-02T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T00:42:47.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Please, ignore this for awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ARGHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I really do appreciate whatever you're doing however, the moment you ASSUMED that I hated you, everything went hay-wire for me. Your words absolutely crushed my heart into dust! Do you know how much I've change ever since you advised me about my bad habits? I've changed till a stage where I am unable to be myself around you. To be honest, the feeling you gave me is no different from a stranger. I cant talk to you without having to be someone I am not! Whenever I see you, whatever I wanted to say to you just vanish. Like you said, you have much more life experience than I have, so I'm afraid that whatever I intended to say will just be worthless to you. I'm afraid I might say something stupid infront of you. I just wanna treat you like how I treat her. I'm sorraye, maybe I am too over-sensitive that I've misunderstood your intention. But, since you knew that I dont want to go on any further, why prompt? I know that's just you, so in that case, we clash. But do you even know me well? You asked me if I had put myself in your shoes, but I dont think you've done that either. Yea, I know I'm not in any position to even say that. However, have you ever wonder how much effort I had to put in to prevent tears from falling? I tell you, IT'S LIKE HELL! I cant breathe, I cant think, I cant even put my face anywhere! I feel EXTREMELY PATHETIC! I was doing so well at first, but when you said that 3 words, you're just OVER DOING IT! How can I hate you?! HOW CAN I?! Please, you're just putting in the hate for me! I almost hated you for saying that, but I'm just unable to, yet. I can never hate you! If I hate you, why would I even try getting close to you even though I know we're far apart. Why would I even bother to change everything you said you hated about me? I can feel the care you have for me, but why cant you feel mine and instead, you felt my 'hatred'?! I just dont understand. And yes, I really feel very stupid around you. Anyway, you've seriously crushed my heart, to think that my love for you have been mistaken for hate. I cant believe this man! Anyway, I really do appreciate your advise, thankyou! However, that is all I'm able to take from you, nothing less, nothing more. I'll take your advise in mind. Just 3 words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you mend a shattered sculpture?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;Sayonara`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Jol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-9125074162033522998?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/9125074162033522998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=9125074162033522998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/9125074162033522998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/9125074162033522998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2008/08/please-ignore-this-for-awhile.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-3684185394502906585</id><published>2008-07-28T20:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T20:57:55.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Why has our kingdom so united, fall out just within a night? Everything just happened so fast and it is so unbelievable! Chaos is spreading like wild fire and countless of people are getting hurt as the time goes by. What a heart breaking sight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I may still have doubts about the whole thing. However, from what I've heard and seen, really changed my impression I had on you. What sinister behaviour. Anyway, unless I'm being deceived but i doubt so. But as I've mentioned before. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What ever you do to someone else, might eventually reflect back on you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's falling...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-3684185394502906585?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/3684185394502906585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=3684185394502906585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/3684185394502906585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/3684185394502906585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-has-our-kingdom-so-united-fall-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-4878114407962736860</id><published>2008-07-25T20:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T20:43:59.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;A blissful sight yet a hidden pain to another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-4878114407962736860?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/4878114407962736860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=4878114407962736860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/4878114407962736860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/4878114407962736860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2008/07/blissful-sight-yet-hidden-pain-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-8040751945106981849</id><published>2008-07-24T20:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T21:52:18.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Am I being too sensitive or is it true that everything is changing? Well, to be honest, it's only a one day observation, so probably I still cant make any assumptions yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, I admit that I was owned by my "oh-so-good" friends at milkcafe, cause apparently, I couldnt think of anything to shoot back. Hah! I'll find my ways. :D Anyway, it was great eating with them cause they were the ones who made me smile to my fullest. *Okay, to be precise, I was laughing to my fullest! Tears of joy! Hah!* Before that, I wasn't in any right state to do anything other than sitting infront of my desk, doing work. People around me just never fails to influence me. Call me sensitive but, I just feel a sense of rejection in the atmosphere. Especially when you came in to my class for just that few moments, my focus was ruined! Our 2 coincidentals totally spoils my mood. No! I just cant stop the urge from thinking, feeling, seeing you! Yes, yes! Once again, I'm distracted! Always! It is at this crucial moment, I get REALLY distracted! For the past few years, I've been sharing but, somehow, they just get really tired of hearing it EVERY SINGLE year! Though unsaid, the tone of their voice just tells me, "Oh! Not again?!" Well, there goes my listening ear. But do you think I want such distraction?! If I were given a choice, I won't want such pain, who would?! Anyway, I think I've side track too much. Back to the topic. Yeah, so eating with them simply makes me happier. I don't know, am I getting too sensitive or somehow just paranoid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I've been thinking. Have you ever thought about the things you do to people, might eventually reflect back on you? Friends. What does it mean these days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;When one talks about another behind their back to you, what makes you think they won't do the same thing to you? It's the happenings in these few years, made me wonder...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am I thinking too much?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;The rain kept falling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;Oh well, signing off...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sayonara`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jol!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-8040751945106981849?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/8040751945106981849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=8040751945106981849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/8040751945106981849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/8040751945106981849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2008/07/am-i-being-too-sensitive-or-is-it-true.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-1935423642910030357</id><published>2008-07-19T13:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T14:01:19.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you know what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I am such a lousy friend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Probably, I am not even close to the word "friend" at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, it was only yesterday when I realise that. Hah! Too late?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, my saturday morning ain't ruined today, cause I freakingly DIDN'T attend today's mock exam. Well, I skipped it actually, mainly because I don't think there's anyway use sitting for that mock exam when I didn't study much for it. If I did go for it today, I'll just be wasting my time and my teacher's time. So, yeah, I don't think there's anyway freaking use for that. Do you think I'm happy when I skip my mock exam? NO! I felt utterly guilty today, alright? But, like I said, WHAT FOR?! *Jolene, you're such a slacker!* Whatever man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was pouring in my dreams today. Why?! Is that the doings of my inner me? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sayonara`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jol!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/27017482-1935423642910030357?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/1935423642910030357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=1935423642910030357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/1935423642910030357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/1935423642910030357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2008/07/do-you-know-what-i-am-such-lousy-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-6466834412976127482</id><published>2008-07-17T19:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T20:31:24.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hah! These past few days, I'm super uber unlucky!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;First, was me being late for school for 2 days straight &amp;amp; the other was choosing the wrong day for a jog. But, honestly, it's not me being unlucky, it's the choice that I've made. But, me being late for school was just simply unlucky! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay, this is what had happened. I must say that the first time for being late was mainly my fault. That I wont deny. I was lying on my bed and I wasnt willing to move my ass. Damn shagged! So you should get the picture now. BUT! the next day, I woke up extremely early(early by 10mins, does that count? :D), prepared everything much earlier than usual(well, to me, it is.), however, I stood at the busstop like some idiot, waiting for almost 10mins(well, you should know that when I say that, the next bus should come much earlier that 10mins right?) and for that 10mins, I've took out my cell phone for countless of times, looking at the time passing by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay, so the bus finally arrived, but, when I was going up this overhead-bridge, the 859 bus just left. Urgh! How unlucky is that, huhhhhh?! Anyway, obviously I stood there, waiting for the next 859, hoping that it comes earlier. And you know how untrustable that new device that was built in busstops was? "859   Arr", minutes later, "859   07(mins)" but no bus! Man, knowing that I'm on the verge of getting late once again, I was so happy when it says 859 is arriving, (I knew it was untrustable long ago, but it does give a rough estimation). BUT! It cheated my feelings! I was standing there, holding on to my wallet, getting ready to lift up my hand(I dont want history to repeat itself. Read my previous posts if you have no idea of what I'm saying.), when it flashed 7 minutes to 859's arrival. [-.-] + [&gt;.&lt;] yeah, that's the combination of my expression at that very moment. I'm definately late already. But, I still had hopes in myself. Upon arriving at my destination, I kept my ipod, and ran towards the gate as fast as I could. OBVIOUSLY, the bell rang lah. Okay, what I'm about to say now is gonna prove how unlucky I really am. The bell rang when I was about to turn into the school. Just a few centimetres to my turning, and it rang, IT RANGGG! I'm not trying to exaggerate my way through, alright? It's the fact, and it's probably much more amazing if I'm saying this in person. So, okay, the late comers had to stand outside the gate till the national anthem was over, right? And you know what, I was the first in that row. Okay, usually being first is superbly glamourous, BUT, this is not at all glamourous at all lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Urgh, I guess this post is gonna be a very long one. Or probably not. I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay, I've made a wrong choice actually. When I came home, I wanted to go for a run cause I couldnt stand my unhealthiness. But, the sky was full of grey clouds, still, I insisted on going for a short run. My auntie and I went down and off the to canal, and on the way there, I already felt the rain drops. Still, we insisted on going. So, I jogged while my auntie walked. Jogged for a few minutes, it started to dizzle. But, I continued, so it just got heavier and heavier and HEAVIER! It was pouring within the next few minutes. I seeked shelter when, from a distant, I saw my auntie with her red umbrella walking. So I ran in the rain. It was really nice though. If it wasnt because of the rain being so acidic, I wouldnt mind getting drenched from head to toe. I love the rain, but I love my hair more. :D Yeah. But, the next day, I came home at approximately 6pm and the weather was so nice! But, it was too late for a run. So, what a waste man! I know, you're gonna say like "you cant predict what's gonna happen tomorrow what" I know, but... Ahhh, whatever you wanna think lah! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yeah, so that's all for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sayonara`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Jol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-6466834412976127482?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/6466834412976127482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=6466834412976127482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/6466834412976127482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/6466834412976127482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2008/07/hah-these-past-few-days-im-super-uber.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-8755136891528035206</id><published>2008-07-13T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T23:46:49.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I must say that I am extremely happy today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;To those who went for the gathering, it wasnt about the surprising attempts I had made today. So dont think I am being too complacent to blog about what happen alright? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, to be honest, I have no idea why I was superbly emotional this afternoon. Well, going back to that petrol station, memories flowed in instantly. I'm not sure of the others but I certainly did. Being the kid I once was again, everything seemed so complete! Everytime, I would always ask myself, "if we had just stayed there and not move at all, would everything turn out differently?" Because, everything fell within just one year, comparing with the many years we had together. Ahahaha! What the heck am I talking about? I shall say no futher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yeah, but after the dinner I had and the games that I played, you guys totally cheered me up. The games, the company, the laughters, the complaints, and the encouragements really are the medicines to sadness. Haha, well people, dont think games are just a piece of junk that will just pull your grades down, it's really a good way to bring someone's spirits up.(But! Of cause, kids, dont lie about feeling down everytime just to play games. I dont want parents to come looking for me.) Haha, and some are also a good way of sweating out. Haha, well, I managed to and I bet that tomorrow, my arm is gonna hurt REAL bad! As in seriously!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today, the sunlight managed to penetrate through the thick dark clouds...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh well, I have to go now. It's getting late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sayonara`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jol!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-8755136891528035206?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/8755136891528035206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=8755136891528035206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/8755136891528035206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/8755136891528035206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-must-say-that-i-am-extremely-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-1192242850090186281</id><published>2008-07-12T23:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T00:52:08.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey people! Yeah, i know that i've not blogged for days. *I can see that. :D Anyway, I totally did not do any mugging today. :( Disappointed? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, my Saturday morning was once again ruined! Well, I had to take a mock exam in school which I had hardly study for. Yeah, so no doubt I will do badly for it. After the mock exam, I had breakfast with ngoh at KFC. Actually, we wanted to head to milkcafe, however, it wasnt opened yet. *Cries! I miss the Yang Chow Fried rice! Lols! Yeah, so bus-ed down to Sunplaza. We spent quite a long time at KFC, well mainly because 80% of our time, we were talking away. Well, head home after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Not long after I reached home, Yeesuan sms-ed me about going to the gym. It's an obvious answer. Of cause i said yes, because i've been growing sideways and i'm tired of people saying "Wow Jolene! you've gained weight! Your butt look so much bigger now!" *Gasp! Well, most of the time, I'm alone. So running alone aint fun at all. In fact, I need at least one person to accompany me for motivation actually. People, that's how i roll. She arrived approximately at 4pm and as usual, we slacked for awhile before heading down to the gym. Haha! Unfortunately, when we went down, the gym was totally packed, so we ended up jogging near the canal. We jogged all the way to sembawang beach(Honestly, we walked most of the journey. :D). Wait! Actually, it was somewhere near this 'Country Club' which is pretty near the beach. But, we did not head to the beach. Instead, we turned around and walked back. We were fooling around and, Yeesuan was too lazy to run lah! *Tsk Tsk Tsk! We ran when we reached the bridge and I took a head start. Haha, that head start was both lucky and unlucky actually! I accidentally stepped on a snake(Almost!), and... I SAW A SNAKE! That's the lucky part. :D Hahaha! i know, you must be thinking, 'Never seen a snake before meh?! Zoo dont have arh? Aiyo, girl, you have no childhood man!' Right?! Yeah, yeah! Well, dont you think it is rather surprising to see a snake out of the zoo?! Haha, I know I'm overreacting. Hah! What are you gonna do about it? hmmmmm~ :D Anyway, it gave me quite a shock because I did not have my specs or contacts on, so I could not see clearly. But, it looked like an extremely large worm wiggling on the pathment, and it looked goldenish-black. Hey, but i'm not afraid of snakes alright? I was just shocked. I hate surprises. Imagine what is it like to have something wiggling infront of you or on your shoulder, touching you, what's your reaction? And please, this is to the humans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, we spent about an hour and 15 minutes outside and we reached home, stinky! All thanks to the fertilisers along the road. Major stinkiness, i tell you! Urggh, I can still smell that stinkiness. Not because I didnt take a shower, it's just in my head. Alright, we had to bus down to her house because my mum was not feeling at all well. Ate dinner. Then, my aunt and I had to take a cab back home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So there you go... Aint that interesting huh? Heeee, I know. :D Whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The rain poured down, and no one knew...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sayonara`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jol!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-1192242850090186281?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/1192242850090186281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=1192242850090186281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/1192242850090186281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/1192242850090186281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2008/07/hey-people-yeah-i-know-that-ive-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-7319205833875917796</id><published>2008-06-28T01:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T02:08:48.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Had my Olevel oral yesterday, and it was bad i tell you, BADDD! Though, to me, my reading was fine but my conversation was utterly terrible! It was a topic which i hardly come across during tuition. Though, there were similar topics from the previous years, i couldnt think of anything relevant for the topic yesterday. But, of cause i managed to spit out some points, but it was just below my expectations. Probably, i was just being nervous upon seeing the teachers. But seriously, what made me feel utterly 'gong' was that everything just pop out in my mind AFTER the exam. Words that were suppose to finish up my 'supposedly well-prepared' sentences, were MIA during the exam but enter my mind right after i was repeating my whole oral process to my peeps. Dont you think it's very frustrating? Hmm, then again, i dont think i'm the only one who had this problem. So, people, i know how you feel. Nevermind, what's over is over. Shall not bother oral anymore and just concentrate on other subjects. For now, my biggest wish is to just get over Chinese by getting at least a B3 for it, which allows me to have one subject less to worry for. Now, i'm more worried for my english language. Both oral and paper. *gahhhh!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;PS: It was pretty fun while waiting for my turn during oral. Well, all thanks to my crappy classmates. By the way, laughter can cure nervousness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, shall not stress myself now, by crapping away. :D Anyway, after oral, i met up with xn and france who were in the cosmix, doing maths. But, realised that france was concentrating on finishing her work, while xn finished hers and was preparing some game to play. She claimed that it's boring and had nothing to do. Though, that game of hers was quite a simple one, but it was pretty fun actually. So, the 3 of us played till the cosmix close, but we continued outside at the air-rifle range. By the way, in between, Rich joined our game of 'simplicity' and all of us had a good laugh at each other. Well, i guess there aint any use describing that atmosphere we had earlier because, you have got to experience it first hand. [well, actually the main reason is cause, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i dont know how to describe in words&lt;/span&gt;. *Shhhh!*] Well then, after they had handed in their work, we left school and headed off to Admiralty for ICE-CREAM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Haha, that is all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It's late...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Goodnight People!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;sayonara`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Jol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-7319205833875917796?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/7319205833875917796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=7319205833875917796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/7319205833875917796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/7319205833875917796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2008/06/had-my-olevel-oral-yesterday-and-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-428390440497045690</id><published>2008-06-18T15:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T20:31:45.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TWILIGHT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;is coming to life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The movie is in the making right now. Well, if you're interested or having doubts about this, go google it for yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hah! i'm superbly excited about this! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hmm, is my actions very geeky?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, wait a minute, i actually dont care at all. :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-428390440497045690?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/428390440497045690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=428390440497045690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/428390440497045690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/428390440497045690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2008/06/twilight-is-coming-to-life-movie-is-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-2504876695623459530</id><published>2008-06-18T14:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T15:09:20.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Where have I been all this while? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Somehow, I just have the feeling that i'm missing out alot of stuff in life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everytime, when I go into a trance, I just feel like bursting into tears but,somehow, i dont have the courage to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's a lonely world and my world is starting to desaturate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Another 4 more months or lesser to my major exams, do you know how stressful it is just by thinking of it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But what really demoralised me was my trip to the gym yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I couldnt help thinking about how weak I had become. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It must be the damn chocolates I had been eating these few days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But, dont you think it's quite impossible for that to affect my stamina so much? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I mean, yesterday, it was my shortest run ever! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No matter how many times i told myself to be optimistic, somehow, now i dont seem to be listening to myself anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;[Jolene, what is that gonna do with your run?] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, i just became superbly emo when i walked out of gym. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Not even one line of smile appeared on my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm sorraye, it's just another post about my emo-ic behaviour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now, even the sky is crying..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, gotta start mugging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sayonara`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jol!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-2504876695623459530?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/2504876695623459530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=2504876695623459530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/2504876695623459530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/2504876695623459530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2008/06/where-have-i-been-all-this-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-5410766467608382748</id><published>2008-06-09T01:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T02:00:13.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hey peeps, sorraye for not updating... was busy mugging. okay, maybe it's hard to believe but i really did. but, of cause my idiotic habit got the better of me, and almost 90% of my time sitting infront of the books, was wasted through day-dreaming. sad isnt it? yea i know... i got scolded for that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ANYWAY! i wanna THANK all my friends who had celebrated my birthday together with me. peeps! it's really fun having you guys by my side, and i'm serious... though, i'm not showing it out, but deep inside, i really do appreciate my friends alot, just that expressing it out is just quite a big challenge for me. but i bet that you guys can feel how thankful i am for that day. seriously, without you guys, i dont think i would even know what fun really is. THANKYOU! well, honestly, how grateful i am to you guys, just cant be put into words. so i shall just keep it to myself, but you guys should get a small picture of it right? if not, then... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Seriously, am i really trying to challenge people out of my range? sometimes, the stuff i do may give others a feeling of something opposite of my intensions. recently, i've noticed that the way i think, worries me. am i really that desperate to find disasters? my hectic mind is gonna cause my whole life to turn dull very soon! *shouts*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;haha, oh well, too stress... too stress... LOLS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;okay people, it's bedtime. there's Amaths tuition tmr and it's gonna ruin my morning again! *grr* but, early bird gets the worm. :D *craps*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;goodnight people! or should i say, MORNING people! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;sayonara`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Jol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-5410766467608382748?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/5410766467608382748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=5410766467608382748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/5410766467608382748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/5410766467608382748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2008/06/hey-peeps-sorraye-for-not-updating.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-3588869337110590319</id><published>2008-05-26T23:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T00:14:04.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;man, i'm so beat! i had my O level chinese today and of cause, having to experience the seriousness in the hall for the first time, made me damn nervous. my mind aint thinking straight back then. this was what happen, i became superbly BLUR! we were told to peel off the upper portion of the bar codes, and so, as i peeled the sticker off, the other end of the sticker rolled and was stuck on the bar code itself. so i tried peeling off. fortunately, i manage to peel it off but, the ink of the bar code got stuck on to the sticky part. okay, it didnt look that damaged, so i just hacked care. i hope, seriously hope nothing goes wrong... PLEASE! anyway, as i mentioned before, the atmosphere was superbly tense that made my head spin. my mind was blank and i took quite alot of time thinking of what to write for my essays. but for my paper 2, atmosphere aint that tense. haha, immuned already?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;anyway, that's just a summary of how it is like to take O levels. oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;oh, i would like to thank my lovely brother who sent me to school today. he had to wake up early in the morning just to sent me off to school, aint that just so sweet? well, i guess my dad was in it too. if he hadnt mention it to my brother, i dont think he would wake up that early for the sake of sending me. anyway, wanna thank both of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;anyway, i'm superbly beat now. had to finish up my physic notes by the end of this friday, if not, i'm toast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;sayonara`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jol!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-3588869337110590319?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/3588869337110590319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=3588869337110590319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/3588869337110590319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/3588869337110590319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2008/05/man-im-so-beat-i-had-my-o-level-chinese.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-7857705621864169778</id><published>2008-05-21T22:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T23:52:00.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;well, sorraye but this post just aint gonna be pretty again. cause something made me freaking pissed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;this aint the first time, i tell you! it's really getting on my nerves and i really cant stand it no more! i actually missed the bus AGAIN! *well i know what you're thinking, but could you let me finish? thankyou.* :D i was at the busstop at my usual timing. so i stood there, listening to my music and waiting for the bus patiently. then 859 came, as i stepped forward, raising up my hand for the bus, it just drove pass me. i repeat, IT JUST DROVE PASS ME!!! what?! am i too slow? or is the bus driver just driving off too fast? too fast to even see if there's any people who wanted to board the bus! i mean, from what i've observed, most bus would just drive in, to even see if there's anyone going to board. but that freaking driver didnt! he just drove off, without having the initiative to drive in and probably wait a second or two to see if anyone is boarding! it's not like there's only me standing at the busstop, there's like 10 over people standing there! And i just rushed forward like an idiot, waving at the bus driver and he just drove pass me! WHAT IS THAT?! there's so many people, INCLUDING naval base and canberra students there! being incharge of 859, dont you think the bus driver should even have the basic knowledge that they are driving towards canberra sec?! THIS IS NOT THE FIRST TIME ALREADY! okay, the other times may be excusable cause there's another bus infront, so maybe the 859 bus driver wasnt able to have a clear view, and so drove off. okay, that didnt piss me off that much. but this time is just plain ridiculous! there aint any bus infront, i rushed forward, he drove too quickly that somehow seems to have just missed his turning. so like i said, was i the slow one, or was he just driving off too quickly?!?!?! all this " missed the bus" had caused me to be late for school SEVERAL TIMES already! well, after i had missed my bus again, i waited there, no longer patient anymore. i really felt like going home and just skip school! but well, i didnt. being a desperate kid, the moment a taxi with a green light appear, i quickly jumped out, hoping to get a ride. but nooo..., he just drove pass me too... so several taxi drove pass me and unluckily, there were people inside. then 859 came, so had no choice but to board the bus. OBVIOUSLY, i was late again! it's the freaking 4th time! * i aint gonna go for detention!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;it's the run today, and after DM released us, i went up to class, left my bag there and went out of class. i was totally not in the mood for anything but running all my anger out! but something else cheered me up, my embaressment! haha! it's hilarious, it's still in my head now. Lols. i was walking towards the field and i just fell down this small, diminish slope. Lols, it's early in the morning and the grass is still wet from all the morning dew. so i just slipped and fell into the kneeling position. Lols. sahil and GZ was behind me, i was superbly embaressed. but then, it cheered me up. i couldnt stop laughing. Lols. i know, i'm weird. so the next thing that made my anger totally went away was my lovely friends. they just made my day. without them, i may just be the most unfriendly person in the world. i really love you guys. so i jogged with them, played along the way, ran our lungs out, it was just the medicine that helped my anger management.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;well, it's gonna be another school day tmr, so let's see if i really missed the bus again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;sayonara`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;JoL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;PS: you guys may think i'm alittle petty, but this is how limited my patience is... cause it's just not the first time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-7857705621864169778?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/7857705621864169778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=7857705621864169778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/7857705621864169778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/7857705621864169778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2008/05/well-sorraye-but-this-post-just-aint.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-5165515159650718385</id><published>2008-05-19T18:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T18:44:58.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;neglection of my blog! i'm sorraye people. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;16o5o8&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;anyway... firstly, i wanna dedicate this to my oh-so-lovely granny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;17o5o8&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;it's gym day, so my cousins came over to my place in the late afternoon and we slacked alittle before going to the gym. wonderful thing was that we're celebrating mother's day today. though it's over but we never had the chance to celebrate together. so it's decided that we had to have dinner together. but sad thing was, my brother and his girl aint joining us. for some reason which it's for me to know and for you...(Ah! you should know the rest. :D) haha, i had my usuals, it's damn mouth-watering even if it's on the menu. after dinner, it's shoppinggg ... but! it was close to closing time, so most of the shops had closed for the night. instead, we went to coldstorage for gorcery shopping. then it's off to home-sweet-home. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;18o5o8&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Eh! let loose your voice cause it's time for karaoke! well, that's at night. :D anyway, i had my hair done today. i guess the change aint that obvious but still, i had it done today. :D:D:D i've been waiting for this day to come for months! &amp;amp; finally, my mummy made an appointment for my grandmother and me. later, had dinner at my cousin's place. not long after dinner, ning followed us for karaoke and we all had a wild wild night. singing our voice out. haha! loved it! PS: let's go again some other time alright? *yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i'm out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;sayonara`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;JoL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-5165515159650718385?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/5165515159650718385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=5165515159650718385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/5165515159650718385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/5165515159650718385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2008/05/neglection-of-my-blog-im-sorraye-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-7029809990709622662</id><published>2008-05-15T18:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T19:02:13.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;damn, why would you wanna keep something from me when that "something" is RELATED to my past?! well, since i've requested you to spill for freakingly loads of times, it's gonna be my problem if i feel hurt or not... i'm pretty sure that i have the right to know what the hell is it! i know my tone is harsh, but it's all because i've freakingly asked so many damn times! FYI, my patience is very limited... i'm feeling awfully uncomfortable right now... so please, i'm begging you... it aint fun anymore! no no, actually IT'S NOT FUN AT ALL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i dont know why the hell am i freaking out... and i've noticed that most of my recent post aint pretty at all. i'm sorraye but things just happens this way... i wanted to post about my boring day but things just pop up! sorraye to whoever is reading my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;anyway, the geography students were suppose to get their results today, but! our teacher didnt come to school... i've gotten all my results except geography! hopefully, we can get it by tomorrow. by the way, my results aint that pretty, it's super uber UGLY! but of cause, i've made alittle improvements( yeah me! (: ). but still, it's close to the last time ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ohohoh, wanna thank joseph, my brother's friend, for helping me with my work... what a nice chap (: .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i guess that's all for now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;sayonara`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;JOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-7029809990709622662?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/7029809990709622662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=7029809990709622662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/7029809990709622662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/7029809990709622662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2008/05/damn-why-would-you-wanna-keep-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-6480654799577997467</id><published>2008-05-12T12:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T13:34:21.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;gosh! it's so worth passing for... i will study for the sake of you, my darling! NO MORE self-discouragements, NO MORE laziness and more importantly, NO MORE GOOFYING around! it's time to get serious. you're my whole life's dream, what an opportunity to have the chance to achieve such great treasure... from what i was told that this is the one and only last chance i have! come to think of it, having such goal ahead of me, will just be killing two birds with one stone... able to be with you and enjoy the rest of my life... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, not exactly enjoy my life but at least aint gonna suffer from what i will be going through this year. like what my brother said, "would you rather suffer for just 5 more months or just slack off and continue suffering for the rest of your life? 5 months? OR 50 YEARS?! your choice ..." aint that sound so encouraging? dont you feel like fighting right now? haha, well i do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i know you guys are really worried for me, i truelly appreciate that. i can see that you guys are really doing your very best to help me... providing me with tuitions, paying my tuition fees, updating me with the latest news happening around the globe and even asking friends to help me... i really, EXTREMELY love you guys. but i just somehow, aint showing any gratitude... i'll change, i promise! dont see me fooling around but, i seriously dont wanna let you guys down. i'll kill myself, cause what's the whole point when all your shame has been ripped off you? i'll seriously have no face to show... esp. to you guys... well, you'll see, i'll change... FYI, i know what you thinking---- "you've said that the last time. =.=" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;oh well, baby, i'll wait till the time comes... i'll use all my wits and strength to achieve your presence... &lt;strong&gt;GAMBATEH PEOPLE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;sayonara`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JoL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-6480654799577997467?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/6480654799577997467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=6480654799577997467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/6480654799577997467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/6480654799577997467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2008/05/gosh-its-so-worth-passing-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-5635564127395056385</id><published>2008-05-11T21:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T22:18:02.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sigh! you're at it again. when can we have a proper conversation, besides talking about studies and freaking O LEVELS?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when? when? WHEN?! Grr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And Jolene! ENOUGH with the water works!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorraye for ruining your day, truelly sorraye! D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-5635564127395056385?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/5635564127395056385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=5635564127395056385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/5635564127395056385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/5635564127395056385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2008/05/sigh-youre-at-it-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-3476964322042245771</id><published>2008-05-11T17:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T18:33:02.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;it is mother's day today and just because of some trival matters, everything became an outrage! is it so wrong to put myself in someone's shoes? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;yes, i agree that responsibility is important, but then again, how would you know her real situation? call her irresponsible but, you may not know if she's really that sick to get up? you've been sick before, dont you feel so weak that it's like hell when you move? yea, sorethroat aint that serious but, still she's sick. in another point of view, maybe she's just giving excuses, you and i had thought of that too, but still, POSSIBILITIES! we cant jump into conculsion just like that! it may be true and that's where guilt comes in! FYI, everyone aint the same. some may just be weak but others strong. everyone is different... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;another FYI, i went into my room was because you just dont seem to listen to me. it just seems that whatever i have to say will just be crap to you, as if it's just not worth listening to, you know how much pain i suffered?! it's so DAMN HURTING!!! esp. from YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;then again, i'm sorraye. i just cant control my anger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;i hate my damn attitude! hate it so SO MUCH! i dont understand, why in the world would a person cry when they are angry?! why?! i dont understand! would someone just explain to me! just take it that i'm dumb and stupid, just freaking explain to me, why! it's so damn embaressing if he/she is in a quarrel and then breaks into tears, wont he/she look like a weakling in other's eyes?! (okay, whatever i've said, just ignore)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;anyway, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;! i'm really sorraye for what happen today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it was suppose to be a really great day for her, but i ruined it ...&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/27017482-3476964322042245771?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/3476964322042245771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=3476964322042245771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/3476964322042245771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/3476964322042245771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-is-mothers-day-today-and-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-1841051239100606843</id><published>2008-02-22T21:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T17:56:58.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;chinese new year is over, and yesterday, i had dinner with my daddy and grandmother at my auntie's place. i went straight down after my tuition. i was still in uniform man, so i totally stink but oh well, i managed to bring an extra T to change. which added weight to my "already heavy" bag. i went over pretty early though, my daddy was still cooking when i arrived. so i talked to my cousin and what shocked me was that my cousin had spies in school! she knew what my progress was. i wonder who that spy is... but no worries, i've got suspects now, i shall open my eyes wider and observe. hmmmm ......... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;the day before yesterday, i had dinner with little trios and family. my granny had to eat vegetarian food on the 15th so we had our renuion dinner earlier instead. we ate at shanghai, it's all the dim sum, xiao long bao etc. it's really nice, that restaurant was on television before. anyway, the little trios, obviously had fun and laughter, even while we're eating. haha, but maybe not as much as the last time, cause everyone was tired after working and schooling for half a day. esp. suan, she went straight after coming back from her NPCC training, she didnt get to shower or anything cause she went home late and so, there was obviously no time for that. anyway, she was kinda moodless too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;i really enjoyed these two days, it was really a bonding dinner, everyone talked, laughed and ate together at the same table. it was a moment for families. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;well, at least, it was for mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i kept this hope of seeing you in the streets, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wanting to let you see how happy i am, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;without you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"hello!" is what i want to say, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;then pride and satisfaction, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;would just hide everything, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;because .... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the fact is ..... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm falling apart.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(= i shall write more the next time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sayonara` &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jol!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-1841051239100606843?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/1841051239100606843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=1841051239100606843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/1841051239100606843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/1841051239100606843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2008/02/chinese-new-year-is-over-and-yesterday_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-2525173092838590518</id><published>2008-02-06T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T01:00:44.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;man, i'm having a massive headache right now. i have no idea why. i'm really tired lately, i have no idea why too. i've been dozing off during lessons, my eyes couldnt stay open and i tend to be in a daze too. most probably, i'm lacking of sleep or maybe something else. sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;today, my brother and i went to have an early reunion dinner with my daddy, grandma, uncle &amp;amp; family. the food was good and i guess we all had a great time there. my uncle's daughter was superbly cuteee! but she was kinda shy though. well, she made my daddy and grandma happy, that's for sure. chinese new year is just tomorrow, cant wait to go visiting. by the way, there's a concert happening in my school but i'm not going, well reason being, it's just half a day and it so happens that, there's a place i have to go and cant wait to go. something so much important than my school's concert which i'm not gonna mention it here. (: anyway, HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR in advance though. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;have i been lying to myself all this while? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no matter what, i'll turn that lie into a fact.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;free myself from such torments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;but it shouldnt have started in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;such mistakes had jeopardize you and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;i shall say no more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRUSTRATED!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Jol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-2525173092838590518?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/2525173092838590518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=2525173092838590518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/2525173092838590518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/2525173092838590518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2008/02/man-im-having-massive-headache-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-7328656303298148953</id><published>2008-01-30T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T23:07:58.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;why do we have emotions? why do i have to have emotions? my emotions just keep bringing me down. how i wish to be cold, really cold. i wont feel guilty of rejecting someone, i wont have to feel sad or cry infront of people, making myself look really pathetic! or have to take the effort of forgetting someone and accepting a new relationship. i dont seemed to have put down the previous one, and i cant seem to accept a new one. i'm thinking, ALOT! questions just keeps popping into my mind. what if this is bad? what if i miss such a great chance? what if i make a wrong move, and my life turns into a disaster?! what if .. what if .. there's so many what if(s)! my feelings is in a chaoic state right now! o levels, relationship, friendship, kinship! my mind and emotions are turning upside down, having to think about so many things! reason being, all four aint really going that well for me! i've no idea of how to reject someone without hurting them, but fact is they will, i really dont know how! blame me for all i care, i just dont know how to say no. i dont want to hurt peeps, but i know doing this will hurt them even more. i'm sorraye. look, people, i dont even think you guys know what the hell i'm saying right now! but this is what i'm really thinking right now. in my mind, there's a yes and a no, within the yes and the no, there's another yes and a no, it just keeps branching out like there's no ending! i'm really trying to be a optimistic person, but all this are not allowing me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;i'll try harder, now, i'll just concentrate on my o levels. nothing else ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;sayonara`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Jol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-7328656303298148953?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/7328656303298148953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=7328656303298148953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/7328656303298148953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/7328656303298148953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2008/01/why-do-we-have-emotions-why-do-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-8180356754143133794</id><published>2008-01-13T03:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T03:41:13.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DADDY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;i'm damn happy today! my family and i went for our first singing session. well, we formed a class of four people. so we went to pick kayan jie up first then head to school. we signed in and waited while choosing our song. we were suppose to bring our own CD for the songs we've picked, but we werent inform about that so, we didnt bring anything. they gave us a song book instead. sadly, there's some songs that we've practise, wasnt in that book, so we had to change and choose another that we are familiar with. the songs were limited though. but as for me and my mother, the songs we picked were included. lucky us! so the teacher came, we talked and stuff. you know, get to know more of each other, what kind of music we like and stuff. yea, so it's time for us to sing! this session was only a Vocal Analysis, so the teacher will know what vocal range we have. as for me, i was told that i chose the most challenging song ever..! it was sang by two powerful singers. but still, i took the challenge. hahahah! well, probably it's because, i practised that song for quite some time now. so i had to, if not, i'll just be wasting my effort on another song that i've not practise at all! so i sang, i ended up being the worst among the four. hahaha! i was damn happy after singing, cause i overcomed my fear! well, i still feel nervous and stuff, but i finished that song! yeah me! but still, the comments wasnt what i expected though. but i tried, didnt i? i'll practice this song until i can get everything right. that's my aim now. so we all got comments on where we had gone wrong, on how to improve, stuff like that. it's obvious that my family did much better than me. but i'll improve, i'll show ya! well, this is pretty much what happened in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;mainly, i'm happy is about the time i spend so much time with my mother, brother and kayan jie today. we really had fun and stuff. really, i love you guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;ohh, SORRAYE MUMMY! i didnt really mean to. really sorraye... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-8180356754143133794?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/8180356754143133794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=8180356754143133794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/8180356754143133794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/8180356754143133794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-birthday-daddy-im-damn-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-7161587082590597970</id><published>2008-01-05T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T03:08:42.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;heyy&lt;/span&gt;, well, apparently, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; talking to myself here. cause my blog had became a private one. but of cause, there's at least one or two people who knows about it. anyway, school has started and so, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; still in the process of switching to my study mood. well, once a person gets into holiday mood, it's pretty hard to change back right? i mean, who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; like to have fun? crap! by the way, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;japen&lt;/span&gt; trip was a BOMB! we saw lots of fuzzy fox, big hungry bears, dogs(really playful ones!) and loads of dead SALMON?! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ohoh&lt;/span&gt;! we drove snow mobiles on this snowy hill. it was snowing quite heavily at that time, so my hands kinda froze and swell after that. i guess my gloves &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;aint&lt;/span&gt; that thick enough. so as i was saying, it was snowing quite heavily that my jeans collected snow too, so my thighs ended up numb. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;! but the best thing was that i get to drive it myself! it's superbly FUN! we made a U-turn where people start getting out of control that they went knocking into the people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;infront&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;! including me! =) then we stopped for a rest, and i seriously &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;needa&lt;/span&gt; rest, cause i was afraid that my fingers would drop at any moment! okay, so we stopped, took some pictures and .... WE THREW SNOW BALLS at each other!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;! after that, we hop back on to our ride and drove back to base. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;! i was speeding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt; and i over took a couple of people. =) LOVED IT! well that's the whole story about our experience on snow mobiles! i wanna go again! =) well, about the big hungry bears, they're really interesting and cute, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; forget cute! well, they did really cute actions to entertain us but of cause, there's something in return, we gave biscuits and apples to them. it's no ordinary biscuit, it's bear biscuit. we were warn not to feed to any of our people.=) well, mostly about this trip was about the SNOW! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; upload some pictures some other time, there were snow everywhere! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not kidding! that blanket of snow was seriously thick! so that's why this trip was a bomb!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ohoh&lt;/span&gt;! today, i was superbly blur! i was on this 859 bus, i looked outside and saw 811 bus coming, so i got off and just went straight to the bus right behind, WITHOUT LOOKING AT THE NUMBER PLATE! i got onto 856, i was standing in the bus when i looked outside and saw, 811 turning in. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; believe what i had just did! for the very first time, i got onto the wrong bus! so i got down the next stop, then waited for the bus to arrive. it was freaking slow. the people on 859 &amp;amp; 856 were kinda staring at me though. so i got on to 811, feeling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; and stuff. sigh! i dont know what got into me. SIGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;guess that's it for today. bed time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;sayonara`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Jol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-7161587082590597970?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/7161587082590597970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=7161587082590597970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/7161587082590597970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/7161587082590597970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2008/01/heyy-well-apparently-im-talking-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-3405240809758809104</id><published>2007-12-04T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T13:46:33.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;i'm currently at yeesuan's place. so while waiting for her lesson to be over, i have nothing to do so, decided to update my blog. =) anyway, i'll also be having lessons later. PIANO lessons! cool aye? yea i know. =) hmm, bad news. i wont be celebrating Christmas with yeesuan and family. cause we aint extending!! awwww!! DAMN. anyway, the good part is that, i can celebrate in Singapore right? yea, nothing is better than my beautiful Singapore. =) what's more i still get to go, that's good enough right? hahaha! what to talk about now? my mind is kinda blank man. ohh yea, i dont think i'll blog everyday. probably much lesser these days. =) okay, so i shall stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sayonara`&lt;br /&gt;Jol!&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/27017482-3405240809758809104?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/3405240809758809104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=3405240809758809104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/3405240809758809104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/3405240809758809104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-currently-at-yeesuans-place.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-2699785802716877355</id><published>2007-11-30T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T02:28:12.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;HAHA! i manage to do some of my homework. but then, it's only alittle bit, but it's much better than not doing at all right? (duhh!) anyway, Japan trip is coming really soon. i'm getting jumpy thinking about it. =) i'm sure that the weather there will be seriously cold. haha! i just got this feeling that it's gonna be a great vacation! Christmas is coming soon! PRESENTS! SANTA! RAIN DEERS! Lols. okay, maybe that's alittle too much. but that's the whole meaning of Christmas right? haha! yea. after that, it's gonna be study study study. cause the upcoming year is gonna be important for me. really important! =) believe you can, and you will. but of cause, you have to work for it. =) i hope what i say is what i'm gonna do. hahahaha! o-kay then, well, i'll stop here. it's late already and maybe, i'm gonna be out jogging with my brother. goodnight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;sayonara`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Jol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-2699785802716877355?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/2699785802716877355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=2699785802716877355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/2699785802716877355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/2699785802716877355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2007/11/haha-i-manage-to-do-some-of-my-homework.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-3327664256529253592</id><published>2007-11-25T18:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T19:26:40.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136737065068753842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yW_YNNPetaI/R0lbJSQBc7I/AAAAAAAAAY4/Nv_rgiS8KZ0/s320/beijing(nikon)+243.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136737090838557634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yW_YNNPetaI/R0lbKyQBc8I/AAAAAAAAAZA/GzEHnLx-J0A/s320/beijing(nikon)+361.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136733229662958498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yW_YNNPetaI/R0lXqCQBc6I/AAAAAAAAAYw/QA9t_340iVc/s320/15-11-07_1148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136733221073023874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yW_YNNPetaI/R0lXpiQBc4I/AAAAAAAAAYg/7JWUZibcK5U/s320/09-11-07_1614.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136733221073023890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yW_YNNPetaI/R0lXpiQBc5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/BOf4Za9Mopg/s320/09-11-07_1615.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136732310539957090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yW_YNNPetaI/R0lW0iQBc2I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/tGNBijD4shA/s320/09-11-07_1445.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;heyy peeps. i just uploaded some pictures i took in beijing. well, i didnt do it alone. my friends took some too. =) anyway, it's really fun going on a trip with friends. really fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;ohh, i seriously cant wait for my japan trip. it's round the corner and finally! the moment i've been waiting for, my brother and his girlfriend is coming with us. isnt that great? it's been so long since my brother tag along with us. it's gonna be a great holiday! superbly awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;well, today was suppose to go down to my granny's place. but it's because of the down pour over there. well, there's no difference at my place. it's raining too. so, yea, i'm staying at home. pretty boring though. hmm, i think i'm gonna continue with my homework. gotta finish it by next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;i think i'll stop here. i'll post another time. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;sayonara`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Jol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-3327664256529253592?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/3327664256529253592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=3327664256529253592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/3327664256529253592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/3327664256529253592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2007/11/heyy-peeps.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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/_yW_YNNPetaI/R0lbJSQBc7I/AAAAAAAAAY4/Nv_rgiS8KZ0/s72-c/beijing(nikon)+243.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27017482.post-7044348312476655223</id><published>2007-11-23T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T16:31:19.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;heyy peeps! yea i know, it's been really a long time since i last post. my bad! but just dont feel like posting these few days. hmm, by the way, i was away in china for about 2 weeks though. it was for the exchange programme. well, my school and number 80 high school became sister schools since 6 nov 2007. yea pretty cool huh? we all had fun there. well, as for me, i would say the theme park was a blast! loved it! everyone were screaming their lungs out. superbly fun i tell you! Lols, i kinda expect to at least walk pass one restaurant that sells dog meat and i did! but of cause, i didnt go in and i dont want to! anyway, our performance on the last day in the high school was a success. but it kinda got messy at the end of the performance. Lols. that day, was really a very sad day for all of us. anyway, the people in the high school were pretty friendly though, really nice people. anyway, i've learnt how to bargain, and it's pretty fun! okay, enough of my trip to china.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;i shall write another time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;sayonara`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Jol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-7044348312476655223?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/7044348312476655223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=7044348312476655223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/7044348312476655223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/7044348312476655223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2007/11/heyy-peeps-yea-i-know-its-been-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-8492763305742658515</id><published>2007-10-14T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T01:01:35.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;hohoho! heyy peeps! it's been VERRY long since i last posted! haha! miss me? Lols! i guess not. =D awww, it's been pretty hard for me these days, concentrating on studies, not watching my fav. shows, conflicts, desires, etc.etc. cause it's exam week! chemistry, a.maths, geog, social studies are making me boncus! Lols, it's superbly hard! cause, haha ... i only studied the day before the paper ... haha! yea, mostly it's my fault for not preparing before hand. Lols. but, i seriously, seriously hope to get good results for this SA2, maybe even just pass everything, i'll be satisfied cause i cant afford to fail this SA2. but, i know, my family will not. so, just to say 'i'm sorraye!' sigh! anyway, it'll be over soon! then everything will go on smoothly, except when it comes to seeing test-papers! haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;alright, it's getting late. shall turn in soon. but, sorraye, i'll post a longer one the next time. i know this is a superbly short one. Lols. alright, goodnight, peeps!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;sayonara`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;JOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-8492763305742658515?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/8492763305742658515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=8492763305742658515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/8492763305742658515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/8492763305742658515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2007/10/hohoho-heyy-peeps-its-been-verry-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-3036611914684468788</id><published>2007-09-13T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T23:20:53.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;11o9o7 [tuesday]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;today, there's something to write about. but it's gonna be extremely short. EXTREMELY! dont cry or anything, it wont get any longer. =D so here goes ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;during P.E, a group of friends and i were playing basketball. then during the game, the ball was being thrown too hard that i had to go run and get it. so, i tried putting my leg infront of the ball as i ran, but the ball was too fast that i tripped on it, fall and went rolling on the WET floor! honestly, it was freaking fun! but of cause, i got a bad bruise on my knee and it's damn painful! a few scratches on my knee too. no biggy! it was funnn! but kinda embaressing though. people at the court were like, 'WOAH!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;alright, that's all. =D FUN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;sayonara!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Jol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-3036611914684468788?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/3036611914684468788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=3036611914684468788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/3036611914684468788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/3036611914684468788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2007/09/11o9o7-tuesday-today-theres-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-3494205336192436284</id><published>2007-09-07T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T17:14:39.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;heyy peeps! today was super awesome! i totally had the thrill of my life man! today, the little trios, with my mummy and uncle went to town for a movie. well, apparently, i was the late one again. so i kinda spoilt everyone's mood. anyway, my mummy drove down to my uncle's place to meet up with them. after that, we drove down to bedok to pick ning up from her class. after that, it's off to town! we arrived at Plaza Sing, and went off to park the car. then, collect the ticx and bought popcorn and NACHOS! wow! you couldnt believe it man, the queue was damn long. loads of people came to watch movies and the queue was extremely long! luckily we bought it online. if not, we wouldnt had time the catch the movie. or we had to watch it at a different timing. whew! even the online bookings had a long queue too. it was super pack! anyway, we watched '1408'. wooo~ it was awesome! superb! loved it! in that show, images would just 'BAM!' right into your face! everyone was screaming, especially the girls! (woah there! not the little trios alright?!)  heard that it might the the boys who were screaming to create more commotion to scare the girls. well, we're just guessing. =D anyway, there was alot of 'SHUTUP!' here and there. it was pretty funnaye though. after the show, we went off to shop. we bought afew outifts from PMK. then went off for dinner. we all were pretty full after that. then, we headed home! loved today! loved it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;alright, shall stop here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;sayonara`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Jol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-3494205336192436284?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/3494205336192436284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=3494205336192436284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/3494205336192436284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/3494205336192436284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2007/09/heyy-peeps-today-was-super-awesome-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-3654699156972932705</id><published>2007-09-05T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T23:34:04.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;heyy peeps! REALLY SORRAYE! i neglected my blog for quite some time already. Lols. really sorraye guys. didnt really felt like blogging for the past few days. ohh well, i'm blogging now, aint i? Lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;anyway, i just came back, went off for cruise on sunday with my family. hmm, it's pretty fun though. we all ate loads of food. i ate loads of food, till i'm having a tummy upset. Lols. awww, it still hurts now man! ohh, the sea view there was fantastic! took quite afew pictures there. maybe i'll post some, or may be not. =D hmm, went to the karaoke with my dad, but i didnt sing. my dad sang pretty great though. why didnt i get that genes from him? why why why? my voice is no where near his.  anyway,mostly, i spent time watching tv. =D cause my daddy and auntie went off to the casino and you guys should know that we, 15 year olds, are not allowed inside. but, i tried. but it didnt work. i was suppose to accompany my granny in but they just pointed at the sign stating " only 18 years old and above". *sob* one of the days, we booked a tour to puket island. we went there to see what is their cultural like. on the way to one of the performance, there's this photo taking with elephants and tiger cubs! it was super awesome! i loved the tiger cubs! it's so freaking cute! but, i didnt take a picture with them. cause, it's freaking expensive! so we just went off, queued up and get settled down. Lols. during the performance, i loved the animals! especially the elephants! you should go watch it yourself, to know how amazing they are. they are super well-trained. &amp;amp;there's the chicken running across the stage. i've never seen a chicken running so fast and at the same time, ski-ing. Lols. there's the goats hopping across the stage too. the animals were freaking cute. ahhhh! hmm, i guess that's it. byeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-3654699156972932705?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/3654699156972932705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=3654699156972932705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/3654699156972932705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/3654699156972932705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2007/09/heyy-peeps-really-sorraye-i-neglected.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-3317554306852384621</id><published>2007-08-18T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T15:25:12.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;how i wish it wasn't a dream. but, frankly, it is. why?! whyyy?!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-3317554306852384621?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/3317554306852384621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=3317554306852384621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/3317554306852384621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/3317554306852384621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2007/08/how-i-wish-it-wasnt-dream.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-2141205159609543651</id><published>2007-08-17T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T20:03:09.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;my heart weighs a ton.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-2141205159609543651?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/2141205159609543651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=2141205159609543651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/2141205159609543651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/2141205159609543651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-heart-weighs-ton.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-1945772450750392660</id><published>2007-08-15T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T20:29:04.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;ahhhhh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;please, just let me scream!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-1945772450750392660?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/1945772450750392660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=1945772450750392660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/1945772450750392660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/1945772450750392660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2007/08/ahhhhh-please-just-let-me-scream.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-698902951055335192</id><published>2007-08-10T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T01:42:29.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;heyy people! man! today wasnt a great day for me. actually, it's a torturing day for me! argh! my J fren came! and it's a torture i tell you, TORTURE! okay, i'll write something else other than that first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;[o8o8o7] wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;hmm, i woke up as usual. get changed and then left the house. bus-ed down to the train station and then train-ed down to sembawang. well, today, i didnt meet shiqi up. tried calling her but no one picked up. so ohh well, i went off alone. walked to school and turned out all sweaty and stuff again. argh! luckily, i wasnt in uniform, i wore my class T. cause my school is celebrating national day today. hmm, went up to class immediately and i was looking for a fan to cool myself down! man! the feeling of having a shirt stuck to you, *shivers* uncomfortable! after i was about to cool myself down, we all were told to go out of class. i was like "WHAT?! i just got settled. T.T" so i had no choice but to go out of class. well, i left my bag in class too. i didnt really follow my class, i had duty to do. taking pictures of the parade. so i went to the cosmix, met up with ngoh and drey. we took our cameras and then went out to shoot some pictures. well, the camera i was holding didnt have much memory space, so took some pictures, and it's full. well, i shared camera with drey. there aint enough. then parade was not bad. didnt really get to see the whole parade, we three were at a blind spot. met up with dan and went up to shoot somemore. after awhile, we went back to the cosmix and slacked. after awhile, we realised that today was the last day for the exhibition. we went down to have our last look of others and our work pieces. then went up to the cosmix and slacked. it's recess after that. went down and ate something, sat down with ngoh, france and jiecheng and chatted. then we went into the com room1 to use computers. we were bored. at 11pm, ngoh and france had ASP. so i went up to the cosmix and joined the rest for revising. revised for awhile and i had to leave. i had to meet up with suan, went into mac and bought my lunch. took a bus to northpoint and man! it was a long ride! we both kinda slept in the bus. suan had to collect her specs, so i accompanied her. then she bought some snacks over to my place. we had tuition at 4pm. we tuitioned until 6.30pm and then, it's SWIMMING! Lols. we went down for a short dip, swam and few laps and totally had fun. after that, we went up and showered. we ate and good thing was that, suan get to stay overnight! weee~ cause it's pretty late. so we both slept in the living room. well, she turned in first and for me, i was watching televison till 1am. okay, i admit that it's pretty uncomfortable sleeping on the smallish couch. cause, i'm afraid of .... okay! shush! but, it's an experience. i get to sleep in the living room! weee~ in the morning, i was woken up, UNWILLINGLY! i wanna sleep some more. okay, shall stop here. i'll post the other part tmr. it's getting late too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;sayonara`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Jol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;no! i couldnt bear to lose it! it's very precious to me!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;you're still first!&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/27017482-698902951055335192?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/698902951055335192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=698902951055335192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/698902951055335192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/698902951055335192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2007/08/heyy-people-man-today-wasnt-great-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-1525720692193232171</id><published>2007-08-06T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T00:34:43.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;[o5o8o7] sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;well, i woke up pretty early today, as i was suppose to go to school to help out with my CCA. yesterday night, i messaged ngoh and drey pretty late as i confirmed the timing with ching at the last minute. so ngoh didnt manage to tell her uncle before hand so she went to school super early. well, apparently it's totally my fault. Lols. ohh well. got out of my house late and so, i arrived in school late. i went up to the school hall straight away. then i met up with xn and drey and the rest of the photographers. after awhile, we were told that 4 of us is only needed for today. we all were like "WHAT?!" but, we all were told that it's complusory, so we all came early in the morning! so we just waited in the hall. but, no teacher came so the others were like playing and having fun. xn and i went out for a walk cause it's pretty boring. we went to see people playing soccer. well, seeing them playing soccer reminded me or someone else. sigh! shall not go into that. then we went down to check if the canteen was open but apparently, it's not. sigh! i was pretty hungry by then. so we just looking at pictures on the notice boards. we went up after awhile. it's boring! then we all decided to play true or dare. it's fun though. i'm beginning to like the people in my CCA. really! at 11.30am, we had to leave the school cause there's another CCA going on in the hall i guess. well, i went straight home as i'm having tuition afterwards. first thing was to eat my lunch, took a short nap and then it's TUITION! ohh! i remembered something, well, it's been a month since i had that "worse day of my life" thingy. i still can remember what had happened on that day. it's seriously heart tearing. having you leaving me, my heart quickly filled with regret. why hadnt i do better back then? a mark, a scar, a painful memory was left permenantly on me. but, what's done can never be undone. a new beginning would start when you look ahead, but looking back would just be seeing the disaster you've made. well, that's my opinion, what do you think? back to the entry. after tuition, i kinda slacked again, chatted with my mum and my brother. then i was told to have shower as i'm going to my grandma's house. as expected, i was the last one to get ready. sigh! my brother drove my mum and my auntie to northpoint and then both my brother and me head to my grandma's house. waited for my dad and grandma downstairs and we took them out for dinner. we ate at this thai restaurant. well, it's my first time eating thai food, it's nice but pretty spicy. ohh! i saw denise there too. she's prettier in person. well, after dinner, we walked around in doing window shopping and then, we head back home. we went up to my grandma's house for awhile, and then we have to leave cause it's getting pretty late. well, my brother and i had a good chat about studies while on the way home. THANKS, brother! i'll try to change. after that, did my homework and went off to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;sayonara`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Jol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i finally know the answer to my question! but, i'm not sure if i'm able to do that.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i want a better future for my family and me!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-1525720692193232171?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/1525720692193232171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=1525720692193232171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/1525720692193232171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/1525720692193232171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2007/08/o5o8o7-sunday-well-i-woke-up-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-1480824774158328518</id><published>2007-08-03T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T01:10:04.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;heyy guys! well, today, i woke up pretty late. then got out of the house pretty late too. so i boarded the bus at 7am. late huh? well, i manage to reach sembawang train station on the right timing. met up with shiqi and walked to school. after awhile, i arrived in school, and sat down in the parade square, doing totally nothing. well, i didnt put on my contacts again. these days, my eyes were pretty dry and tired! so i didnt really felt like putting them on. hmm, after assembly, we went up to class, and blah blah blah ... . nothing much though. during PC lesson, we did this test, and the whole class is splited into two, my left is doing maths and my right is doing english. well, looking at the white board, my name fall in the right side of the class, so it's english. awwww! so after starting the paper, the first few pages, i was quite awake, until the four page, my eyes started to close. i tried to stay awake but, i kinda doze off without knowing it. at first, i was reading the text, and the next thing i know, i'm dreaming?! i opened my eyes and continue reading, a few seconds later, wow! people! i see people! yea, i'm dreaming away again. then i got up and asked if i can go to the restroom. i washed up and went back to class. then, continued doing until the bell rang. well, i didnt manage to finish it, but i still hand it up. after that, it's already end of school. i went over to look for ngoh and france. but, ngoh and i went down first cause we will be having a meeting later. well, after the meeting, we all headed home. arrived home, first thing was to rest and then after awhile, i went to take a nap. i took a long one actually. it's like 1 plus to 5pm. long huh? well, after that, went out to grab a bite, watched some shows, apparently, the moment i stepped into the house, i've been slacking all the way. sorraye, it's really disappointing, i know! ohhh! JOLENE! you gotta snap out of it! no point thinking already! it's over, alright?! IT'S OVER! looking back aint gonna change anything! he has moved on, so why cant you?! i thought you've moved on ages ago?! why look back now when everything was destroyed in your hands?! you should know it pretty well what actually happened, right?! SIGH! i'm seriously one ass-hole!AMNESIA! i wanna get over it! it's driving me crazaye!! now, since it had failed, i have to depend on myself and time to get over it. well, back to my post. at 5.30pm, i went to get ready as i have a game of badminton with daniel. we played till 7pm and in between, guess who we met, bear! Lols. they played afew matches and then it's time to head home. after reaching home, i slacked, watched tv, ate my dinner, watched tv again then went off to shower. so here i am, typing away. well, gotta go sleep now. i have to wake up early tomorrow! man! SIGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;sayonara`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Jol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i am one ass-hole! i dont deserve anything from you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-1480824774158328518?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/1480824774158328518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=1480824774158328518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/1480824774158328518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/1480824774158328518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2007/08/heyy-guys-well-today-i-woke-up-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-4898408758597465089</id><published>2007-08-01T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T23:32:51.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;heyy people! well, today, i was woken up by my brother. Lols. his method worked man! talking to me for quite long and stuff, really woke me up. though i kinda felt frustrated and stuff cause, he dont wanna let me sleep! so i just got up and head for the toilet. got myself ready and for the first time, i didnt bother my mum in her sleep. cause, for the pass few days, i've been waking her up for some stupid reasons. erm, i got out of the house pretty late though. but i manage to arrive in sembawang at the right time but first, i met up with shiqi, walked to school after that. well, as it's expected, i was sweating like a pig again. after assembly, we went up for lessons. then, blah blah blah ... , nothing much to say about what happened during lessons. but, as for the last period, mrs lee took over CME lesson cause she wanted to show us more videos. the videos were pretty interesting! then .. RING! school ended, and i went over to ngoh and france's class. waited for them outside. after awhile, i went in to goof around. then ngoh accompanied me to the staff room as i needa hand up the worksheet to ms koh. Lols. good thing i didnt wear my contacts today, if not i'll end up running back to class man! well, i think people who with me at that moment might know what i'm talking about. ngoh and i went back to her class and kinda slacked. after awhile, we went to the cosmix, we met drey there. then we three went down for lunch together. after eating, i had to head home already, cause i'm having tuition after that. so in the end, i wasnt able to go for cca. ohh! guess what? our photo got into the top 10 for the competition! and i mean our as in ngoh, drey and me! cool aye? we three were damn excited! well, came home and had tuition. after tuition, i was feeling extremely tired, so i went to take a nap. my auntie woke me up and she said it was already 8. i was like, " WHAT?!" i got up and of cause it's unwillingly. so went off to shower, then eat, then slacked abit. so here i am, blogging away, and i have tons of homework waiting for me, ahhhhhhh! gotta go get them done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;sayonara`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Jol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;when ever i thought it was you, it turned out to be someone else.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i just know that you hate me, ALOT!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-4898408758597465089?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/4898408758597465089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=4898408758597465089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/4898408758597465089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/4898408758597465089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2007/08/heyy-people-well-today-i-was-woken-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-6615938012646131216</id><published>2007-07-30T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T19:14:11.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;heyy people! well, i woke up as usual today. i think it's much earlier than usual. ohh well, got ready and stuff, and left my house at around 6.40am. i bus-ed down to the train station and train-ed down to sembawang. today, i aint meeting anyone, so i walked to school alone. but, with my ipod with me, i dont feel lonely at all. Lols. music is my medicine! then reached school, sat down in the parade square and started to stare into space. then it's assembly. after assembly, we went back to class for OYL. we did reflections and stuff, and after that, it's slack-time! well, enough of slack-time, next was, geography! mostly, we did group work. then you know, blah blah blah, it's just lesson, lessons, LESSON! so let's talk about what happen after school. hmm, it's after school and the 3e2-ians cant head home yet, cause we all had a survey to do. well, it's the every year survey. at least, once a year, we had to do the same survey, and it's like 90 over questions i guess. ohh well, it's just a survey lah, no biggy right? Lols. so jennix and i went to the cosmix to put down our bags. then we headed to the toilet cause we are in need for one, badly! Lols. after that, we went down to the canteen, looking for the others. but, we didnt manage to find them. so we went staight to the com room 1, for the survey. we were the few first ones to arrive. so we were told to help turn on the com and log in. so we waited for everyone, and then, we started the survey. Lols. i took quite a long time to finish it. Lols. then after the survey, i accompanied jennix for awhile before going back home. i met france and laoniang at the bus-stop, so i took the 962 with them. we three chatted away and then i alighted at france's place, took a 965 back home. hmm, i admit that it's much faster and it's much nearer to my place. reached home and slacked awhile before my tutor came. well, as usual, we chatted before starting the class. "i've realised that i've really hurt you alot. i've hurt you pretty deep too, and i'm sorraye. i've also realised that i didnt get my facts right, i didnt put myself in your shoes. maybe, i also just dont know what guys are thinking these days. i totally forgot what kind of guy you really were. i kinda regretted not getting back with you. but, there's no point now, cause, i know, you're already hating me. i should have been more understanding and not flare up over trival matters. maybe that's my nature. maybe i'm not understanding at all, maybe, i'm those unreasonable, hot-tempered ones. i should have thought before doing anything, i know what i've done had made you feel that i aint the same as usual, and i know that what i've done was really wrong and hurtful. so, you can say, meeting me wasnt meant to be, meeting me is your bad luck. i'm the chaos in your life. i'm the one who recked our friendship. so, i'm sorraye for all the pain i've cause. i'm not your light, but the darkness. i can neither shine light nor can i help you find your way around. i hope you'll find yours one day, hope that because of her, your life would be brighter than usual and be filled with colours and happiness." well, that's what i need to get off my chest. well, loads of people made me realise that, and i'm really guilty conscious now. sigh! ohh i did loads of memorizing. she showed me this article on dog-napping, and i was totally shock as it's about a breed i liked. CHIHUAHUAs! they are just the cutest breed ever! so it states that, three 3 months old pups and four 6 weeks pups were stolen! i mean, how cruel is that? they still need intensive care! if not, they will die! i hope they are alright man! then after my tuition, i got pretty slacky again. so here i am, blogging away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;well, i think you're pretty lucky. there's not much memorise revolving around you. i mean, now, the places i'm in, it's filled with memorise. the only thing i can get rid of them is to sell out my belongings. but, i dont want to and what's more, i dont have the power to. what's worse is that i tried forcing myself but, i made no progress. sigh!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-6615938012646131216?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/6615938012646131216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=6615938012646131216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/6615938012646131216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/6615938012646131216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2007/07/heyy-people-well-i-woke-up-as-usual.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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-27017482.post-4907852729273771869</id><published>2007-07-28T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T20:15:41.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;heyy peeps! well, yesterday was the last day the beijing students to be in our school. we all kinda had a farewell party. played loads of badminton yesterday which made my whole body ache today. so sadly, i cant go to the gym with suan today. REAL SORRAYE, woman!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;[27o7o7] &lt;u&gt;friday.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;woke up pretty late. so i got ready and i had no choice but to ask my mum to send me to school. really sorraye for bothering her. really! so i arrived in school pretty early. well, earlier then usual. hmm, went chatting with france before sitting down. well, sat down and just stared into blank space. then after assembly, we went up to class. had lesson with our buddies as usual. before school ended, our buddies had to go down to the chill room as we had to go for our pc lesson. we went to the AVA room for the charity programme. after ps lesson was over, i went to put my bag in the cosmix, then went to com room4 to wait for the rest. after all of them came out, the boys went for lunch, france went home to get her class T and as for laoniang and me, we went to sunplaza as i needa get a gift for my buddy. kinda borrowed money from laoniang. really sorraye! after buying the gift, we headed back to school. slacked in cosmix first, used the computers, then we went off to change into our class Ts. but i couldnt! my shirt was too transparent. so i asked france if she could lend me hers. so went down to the parade square while waiting for france. then seeing them play badminton, it's urging me to played too. then i just grab my racket and join in the fun! weeeee! i'm in love with badminton again! i wanna play more! we all really had fun! after badminton, it was like 6 plus already. then went off for dinner. we all had barbercue. it's awesome! loved the food. after awhile, at around 8 plus, our buddies had to leave, and i mean literally leave our school. we all felt pretty sad, after 2 weeks of interaction. well, we'll be seeing each other in november too. so, no worries. xDDDD took some pictures before leaving. we all said our farewells and thanked them. well, there's bound to be people crying though. but, people! we arent gonna be seperated for good. it's just temporary. we'll be back together in november, which is like in 3 month time. but, of cause, we canberrans will miss you! heeeee! so after that, they left and we just went back to our dinner. didnt really manage to finish it. then after awhile, france, laoniang, longge, bear and i went off to play badminton. ohh, feng went home pretty early today. so yea. but it was too dark to see the shuttle cord so, we girls went staring into the sky. it's pretty awesome though. after awhile, we decided to head home. reached home, ate something and kinda slacked awhile. then went off for a shower. man! after playing 2 hours of badminton, i didnt really sweat much lah. Lols. but, still i have to bath! then, by then i was extremely tired. so waited for awhile for my hair to dry but, i was like what the heck. i just went off to bed. Lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;well, from what i saw, i'm just wondering, are we from two different worlds? ohhh! i think my mind is sort of in a chaos. my heart is regretting but, my mind is telling me that it's right. i'm totally stuck in the middle of right and wrong. sigh!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27017482-4907852729273771869?l=picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/feeds/4907852729273771869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27017482&amp;postID=4907852729273771869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/4907852729273771869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27017482/posts/default/4907852729273771869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemecrazaye.blogspot.com/2007/07/heyy-peeps-well-yesterday-was-last-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Jol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498992750704738374</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>
