<?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-7945014</id><updated>2011-07-10T09:59:55.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me:)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-2719870252004890724?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/2719870252004890724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=2719870252004890724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/2719870252004890724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/2719870252004890724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2009/07/johnny-depp-damn-freaking-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-4343654900342042572</id><published>2009-07-14T19:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T19:42:19.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmm when was the last time i ate oranges. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-4343654900342042572?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/4343654900342042572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=4343654900342042572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/4343654900342042572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/4343654900342042572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2009/07/hmmm-when-was-last-time-i-ate-oranges.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-4574082448140292798</id><published>2009-07-14T16:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T16:14:57.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm wondering if these 2 years of mine have been well spent.&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering if i've enjoyed them as much as the others.&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering if they feel the same way when they look at my photos as i've looked at theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I've a feeling that i'm sooo...dead&gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-4574082448140292798?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/4574082448140292798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=4574082448140292798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/4574082448140292798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/4574082448140292798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-wondering-if-these-2-years-of-mine.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-1313038822039277553</id><published>2009-07-09T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T23:47:41.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when two people are still able to eat together at the same table, updating each other on their lives( though monotonously) despite having a heated quarrel just moments before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the ultimate stage of friendship, the greatest, truest and most genuine form of friendship. Friends who are just like your family, people who are willing to forgive you for your mistake and overlook any conflicts that happened between you two just because they cherish you.(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-1313038822039277553?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/1313038822039277553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=1313038822039277553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/1313038822039277553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/1313038822039277553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-two-people-are-still-able-to-eat.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-3631593559008897229</id><published>2009-07-04T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T23:19:30.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i'm sorry i'm not good at keeping in touch ):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-3631593559008897229?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/3631593559008897229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=3631593559008897229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/3631593559008897229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/3631593559008897229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-sorry-im-not-good-at-keeping-in.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-6218512174972976907</id><published>2009-07-03T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T16:18:14.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally the first week's come to an end. &gt;.&lt; i'm....lightheaded already&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-6218512174972976907?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/6218512174972976907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=6218512174972976907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/6218512174972976907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/6218512174972976907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2009/07/finally-first-weeks-come-to-end.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-5170647528041635004</id><published>2009-06-30T00:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T11:52:12.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright it's been a long time since i've last posted an entry, partly because i'm either too busy rotting at the Singapore Indoor Stadium or i've nothing to post about except that i've been rotting. The only interesting thing would be i moved from rotting at SRJC to rotting at Singapore Indoor Stadium. I almost decomposed.&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right so what's so interesting about today that made me decide to post?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, it would be that today(29 Jun 2009) marks the last day of rotting for the whole day regardless of venues. Personally, i feel that the boredom experienced is worse than having to dance the whole. I do admit the stress from fear of commiting mistakes ( trust me, it's damn obvious if you do) can get to you at times, but as compared to sitting there, on the floor, stairs, stage, chair..etc, well i think a little stress won't hurt right? Nevertheless, it was pretty nice to see the effort put in by everyone, and their joy after the whole performance. Definitely, there are regrets that my ankle injury doesn't allow me to dance. but oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason that i'm still here, blogging would be the inspiration from a certain random someone. I happened to read his blog and am really inspired by the life that he leads. Let's just say he isn't exactly much older than me, he isn't as academically strong as the ones around me and yet, he leads such an interesting and meaningful life. Sure, he has to cope with his studies, projects but he's able to live his dream or maybe work towards his life goal concurrently. Reading his entries and profile made me question my life.I feel empty and worthless. All i'm doing everyday is surfing the net, reading random online materials, watching anime, reading manga, doing facebook quizzes, chatting on msn and maybe do some mugging in times of need..Well you may say that just do what you want, enjoy your youth, studies is the most important right now. But is this exactly what i want? I yearn to do something greater, to work towards my dream. And everything comes at a price. Am i capable of and willing to make such sacrifices? I'm not sure. I may not have such determination and courage.&lt;br /&gt;He was 14 when he started working towards his dream. I'm already 18. How many 18s will i have? One. Many times, i've comforted myself at the end of the day that i've no time to commit in other stuff. Now i can only give myself one word : bullshit. To think i've been living my 18 years of life like this. And this is why, i admire his attitude in life. His life is ever-happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i'm old, bald and toothless, i want to be able to look back and proudly say that i've lived my life meaningfully and well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-5170647528041635004?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/5170647528041635004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=5170647528041635004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/5170647528041635004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/5170647528041635004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2009/06/alright-its-been-long-time-since-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-8528419097000940655</id><published>2009-06-24T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T21:33:29.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rotting as usual today but i just came across this article and i found it quite amusing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sg.news.yahoo.com/cna/20090623/tap-047-more-singles-leaving-chance-half-231650b.html"&gt;http://sg.news.yahoo.com/cna/20090623/tap-047-more-singles-leaving-chance-half-231650b.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" For example, almost 60 per cent of women say they are open to dating younger men.&lt;br /&gt;Half of the male respondents say they are not against dating older women.&lt;br /&gt;In terms of assessing their partners on educational qualification, about 40 per cent of female respondents say they will not date men with lower educational levels, while more than 70 per cent of men say they are fine dating women with higher qualifications.&lt;br /&gt;Men are also more receptive to dating women who earn more than them.&lt;br /&gt;Three—quarters of the women polled say they will not date men who are shorter than them."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-8528419097000940655?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/8528419097000940655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=8528419097000940655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/8528419097000940655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/8528419097000940655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2009/06/rotting-as-usual-today-but-i-just-came.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-886717814776181743</id><published>2009-06-11T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T22:59:46.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;lalala noise pollution KILLS lalala&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;lol i think i resemble giggles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346084710944678450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ztOQ1C2Uqho/SjEbuEcBIjI/AAAAAAAAAO8/LC-huS_55Ik/s320/giggles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so cute!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-886717814776181743?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/886717814776181743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=886717814776181743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/886717814776181743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/886717814776181743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2009/06/lalala-noise-pollution-kills-lalala-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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/_ztOQ1C2Uqho/SjEbuEcBIjI/AAAAAAAAAO8/LC-huS_55Ik/s72-c/giggles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945014.post-2667175330985691560</id><published>2009-06-10T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T00:27:10.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm revamping my blog..AGAIN. I'm just bored and procrastinating, looking out for stupid stuff to do, messing up my brain and emotions with random stuff (successfully).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there any way where i can score for A's without any mugging or study. Do share if you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, i think i shall just try to free myself from the whirlpool before i drown. And maybe attempt to get my hands on that huge pile of work that awaits me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-2667175330985691560?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/2667175330985691560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=2667175330985691560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/2667175330985691560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/2667175330985691560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-revamping-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-41500927965684349</id><published>2009-06-02T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T00:19:15.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the evolution of rumours..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCARYY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-41500927965684349?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/41500927965684349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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really wonder...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-7058151059343657063?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/7058151059343657063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=7058151059343657063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/7058151059343657063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/7058151059343657063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2009/06/sometimes-i-really-wonder.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-7744047585582876119</id><published>2009-05-28T19:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T19:02:24.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shit. if there's sth that can take these crap out of my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-7744047585582876119?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/7744047585582876119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Seems like there's fusion prac every night...o.o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-2015922703584007117?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/2015922703584007117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=2015922703584007117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/2015922703584007117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/2015922703584007117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2009/05/everyones-going-mad.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-8723445081400643770</id><published>2009-05-24T01:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T12:54:31.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been ages since i've last blogged, and so it shows how hectic these few weeks have been(:&lt;br /&gt;Like always, i shall be a "vain-pot" since dance night just ended..a few hours ago):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda unbelieveable that dance night'09 BACK AGAIN! has ended. It seems only yesterday that the dance night comm was sourcing for choreographers and songs.. We've come a long way, from the last december(for me) till what we have today. Along the way, i had my fair share of injuries (&gt;.&lt;), pain and fatigue but also much fun and laughter. I guess we really saw how all the plans for dance night were pieced together into a real show. And though i didn't really took part in the planning, i could see all the hard work and effort put in by the comm. kudos to them! For the self choreo item, i admit that there was a stage which i actually thought that we might actually screw this up, with all the tests, hw and blah.. Much credit really goes to aileen who had to handle all the stress and work load, especially when i wasn't around because of my injury. Thanks to estelle too for helping us out! Really took the load off our shoulders((: I'm really glad everything worked out fine and i think we outdid ourselves, exceeded expectations! woohoo we rock man. Well, I didn't cry at huangcheng nor did i cry for dance night. Neverthless i still felt the twinge of sadness and yet happiness in me during the very last finale. Unfortunately, i too suck at writing letters and i apologise to those who wrote to me and yet receive none from me. So here, i shall offer my gratitude to every single person involved in dance night in one way or another(: &lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although i'm not sure how many will read this but i shall just say what i want to here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to all those who offered help during dance night preparation, from choreographing, offering opinions to even the smallest things like helping me with my make up and lending me stuff.. I would not have made it without yall(:&lt;br /&gt;Apologies to my fusion partners, samuel and chiewlin for missing so many practices and kinda pulled us down in terms of performance): my bad. But i'm happy that we pulled through in time for dance night!&lt;br /&gt;Also i hope dance night was as enjoyable for all of you as it was for me. Honestly i think BACK AGAIN! has allowed me to know some of the MADders better, like the modern guys and the one who always offer to share her fats-.- and i'm grateful for that.&lt;br /&gt;I think the only regrets i have is that i failed to know everyone in MAD,;there are still some whom i rarely talk to. I can only blame it on my lack of social skills and initiative. Still it was great to perform on the very same stage as you people:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance night'09 BACK AGAIN has made me understood the meaning of feeling happy for others. As much as i've always been stoning at one side, i felt very elated for those who did well for their parts and items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAD is an unique CCA itself which brings dancers of very different genres together but yet share the same passion for dance. It has always been very interesting to see all three divisions come together cos you can spot the different cultures, personalities and dance styles. I doubt we will ever have a chance of dancing together as one MAD again but i'm sure the memories of BACK AGAIN! will never fade away. I'll definitely miss the late night practices, the little gossip sessions, meals, ..etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, great job everyone! I seriously felt the stage rock.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random: instant noodles saves the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BACK to school AGAIN ...i miss it already&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-8723445081400643770?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/8723445081400643770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=8723445081400643770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/8723445081400643770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/8723445081400643770'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945014.post-5666935168656195171</id><published>2009-05-08T13:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T13:26:04.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;anytime..&lt;br /&gt;letting it go&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/7945014-5666935168656195171?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/5666935168656195171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=5666935168656195171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/5666935168656195171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/5666935168656195171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2009/05/anytime.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-4879198619969652325</id><published>2009-05-04T01:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T01:12:23.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To my utmost reluctance, i've to unfortunately admit that i'm now officially lame.&lt;br /&gt;I sprained my ankle once again and it's the worst i've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;Just consulted a sensei this afternoon and it was hell.&lt;br /&gt;i'll have to go through it again on tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;wts.&lt;br /&gt;and dance night's in 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;oh the joy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-4879198619969652325?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/4879198619969652325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=4879198619969652325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/4879198619969652325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/4879198619969652325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-my-utmost-reluctance-ive-to.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-3570887051454447590</id><published>2009-04-28T21:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T21:52:18.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Walked past the truck with what's left over of the props used in huangcheng, i don't know what i felt. sad? happy? i was just bursting with emotions.  even though i didn't build them with my own hands, i almost couldn't control myself and asked someone to take a pic of me with that truck of planks. I cannot imagine how the daoju people feel if i'm feeling like this already&gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-3570887051454447590?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/3570887051454447590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=3570887051454447590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/3570887051454447590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/3570887051454447590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2009/04/walked-past-truck-with-whats-left-over.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-5190512954832003160</id><published>2009-04-27T13:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T13:31:21.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night officially marks the end of huangcheng 2009, sadly but yet happily. I'm guessing all of us, esp the chouwei is feeling pretty down right now. Afterall, we slogged from about sept last year till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after the three shows put up, i think all our sleepless nights, work and effort were worth it. Despite having to make drastic last minute changes, we handled them well. Unknown to many, all of us were in a state of panic before the very first performance. All our runs were screwed, and many things were still in the process of confirmation, even when the other ju was in progress. Many of us were afraid we would let our seniors down, praying at the back and hoping everything will go right. But nevertheless, we did a good job. The response from the audience was exceedingly well. Nearing the end of the first performance, we could finally be more relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole adrenaline rush on the first night cause everyone to be dead tired on the second day but we pulled through. Matinee was pretty alright. I think the most memorable moment of matinee would xiemu when we had to sing the song. Thanks to the very alert moxiang, we sang without the music but were still as high. In fact, we did better than we ever did with the music. I guess these are the situations when people really feel the huangcheng spirit, the moments that really touched our hearts. The situations we were most afraid of brought out the best in us:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally comes the very last performance - the time when everyone started to become really crazy. If you thought we were high during bump in, last night was when we went mad. People camwhoring, singing, dancing, jumping...anything possible to do without disturbing the whole show. The laughter by the audience for any scene of each ju, the the ending of each ju, we silently cheered at the back. And when it came to xiemu, we were all in the state of "high-ness" . People started bawling, emo-ing on all the hard work put in, jumping up and down, cheering like there's no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After writing so much, all i'm trying to say is that i've no regrets joining huangcheng. Great friends i made, great fun i had, great time spent. I don't think i'll ever nor do i want to forget my time contributed to huangcheng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;黄城夜韵2009真的让我的梦想起飞了:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zi-highing now. haha:)&lt;br /&gt;falling into phd later..:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-5190512954832003160?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/5190512954832003160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=5190512954832003160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/5190512954832003160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/5190512954832003160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2009/04/last-night-officially-marks-end-of.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-200621781553012147</id><published>2009-04-20T22:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T23:19:33.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 more days to go!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some posters for this yr's show(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326790313865801282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ztOQ1C2Uqho/SeyPkWL2bkI/AAAAAAAAAOk/P9b7Htc4d60/s320/ying.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326788295069900882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 343px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ztOQ1C2Uqho/SeyNu1lZoFI/AAAAAAAAAOc/voKYH6CZ2XY/s320/bahchormee.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the bahchormee looks quite delicious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326793001460156402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ztOQ1C2Uqho/SeySAyQRx_I/AAAAAAAAAOs/n2ZESaZSQzY/s320/lunhui.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-200621781553012147?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/200621781553012147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=200621781553012147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/200621781553012147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/200621781553012147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2009/04/2-more-days-to-go-some-posters-for-this.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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/_ztOQ1C2Uqho/SeyPkWL2bkI/AAAAAAAAAOk/P9b7Htc4d60/s72-c/ying.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945014.post-8065304271520056853</id><published>2009-04-16T23:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T23:47:42.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I think if ever a GP essay comes out as : why is GP important, i can surely ace that paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well i have the perfect answer - to defend yourself in times of need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And i would have the best elaboration and examples to substantiate my point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I don't understand why i'm always portrayed as that bad, mean and evil character. As if every fucking mistake's my fucking fault. Thanks ah. So what if i tried lamenting and asking for help, what's the help dude? At the end of the day, the whole "negotiation/thrash out" ( mind the inverted commas) ended up having the tables turned on me. wtf? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;oh i'm so sorry i'm not eloquent enough to rebut or to build up my argument. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;oh i'm so sorry i felt awkward during the whole f-ing thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;oh i'm so sorry that i found the whole thing laughable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;oh i'm so sorry that i found what you said so fucking and really fucking ridiculous that i can't be bothered to rebut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;my problems? what about yours? all the while, you've been talking big about all the problems and link every single thing to me. why can't you just open your freaking eyes and see for yourself the effort we put in and the problems you created. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;the reason why i keep quiet? cos you won't like whatever i'm gonna say if i really do "explode". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And even though this's damn anti climax now, but quote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"You won't like me when i'm angry"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Just because i've never ever scolded and thrashed out at anyone in my whole ~18 years of my life doesn't mean i can't and will not do it. I just don't wanna make things awkward and ruin everything and also by doing that, it would mean what ever's much left of the relationship between us is completely over. And i mean COMPLETELY. C-O-M-P-L-E-T-E-L-Y. If it wasn't for everyone else, i would have left and leave you in a lurch. Then we'll see what happens. So you know what, i'll stay off your path and you'll stay off mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And one thing i'm really sorry about:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I can't stand you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-8065304271520056853?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/8065304271520056853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=8065304271520056853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/8065304271520056853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/8065304271520056853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-think-if-ever-gp-essay-comes-out-as.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-5610053461006662716</id><published>2009-04-15T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T22:58:35.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Ok i'm blogging for the sake for blogging....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but whatever..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;10 more days to go before bump in!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Omit the sunday and it's 9!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Omit the school curriculum time and sleeping time, it's half of 216 hours = 108 hours&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Omit wednesdays and thurs which basically we can't do much = 60 hours!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;DIE DIE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and problems arising..AAAHH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ok i'm not being high here.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not being a vain pot here -.-(grr)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Very often, there's only a fine line of difference between just right and overboard.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it takes experience and exploration to know if you've found the right balance.&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/7945014-5610053461006662716?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/5610053461006662716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=5610053461006662716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/5610053461006662716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/5610053461006662716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2009/04/ok-im-blogging-for-sake-for-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-4451077032806778058</id><published>2009-04-12T00:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T03:27:48.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know why but i'm in a reflective mood now.&lt;br /&gt;Huang cheng's making me like this for some time, especially as we're nearing bump in.&lt;br /&gt;Just brings back memories of huang cheng 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what has been happening for past saturdays, today was fully dedicated to huang cheng again. Zong cai 1. I must say it was indeed quite disappointing. Standing at the backstage, watching the actors act. As a J2 and in the exco as well, i guess it affects me more than some. All our hard work and planning for the past nearly one year, the result really relies on the J1s. I don't remember how it was like last year, maybe it's the same situation, maybe it's worse but it doesn't matter now. What matters most now is that i believe we can do it! (: Yup i strongly believe these last 5 days will make a GRREEAATTTT difference!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm i think what caused me to be so reflective now would be the seniors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, it really brought back the feeling of huang cheng 08 when we were all noob J1s.(not that we're very pro now). I just felt a sense of security when they spoke. haha&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, though they didn't really speak much, but the speech/lecture/reprimand was spot on. The sense of urgency and everything, we really don't have it la. I've been quite stressed during the show, running up and down, doing time check but still it felt very different from last year. It feels like no one understands the need to be uptight and urgent in everything we do backstage? And for one, we don't sleep when we're scolded. Maybe we aren't that fierce this year and that's why. However somehow, no matter how much we say, the message just doesn't seem to get through? I've no idea why. I know many of us are at our wits' end and nothing seems to work. Hence the many outbursts, break downs, sighing everyday, mood swings. Yes we are that stressed out. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad things aside,&lt;br /&gt;"look around you, you might never see your friends anymore after huang cheng's over"&lt;br /&gt;"this is the last time all of you will work together for a production"&lt;br /&gt;These words caused me to feel a myriad of emotions. Somehow it described what i've been feeling for some time. The loss i predict i'll feel after huang cheng's over. Despite some unhappiness or unpleasant moments during the huang cheng preparation, i had fun. I know i'll miss the days we spent having discussions, putting our brains together to come up with concepts, slacking at b101, taking random photos, niao-ing people, doing retarded stuff, being lame etc. Huang cheng has also got me to know many great people&lt;br /&gt;hell i'll even miss the long hours of meetings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what will happen on the last show on 26th may&lt;br /&gt;maybe i might just flop onto the floor and start crying or just stone as usual&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is, i know i'll definitely experience phd this year, cos i did last year and it's really very depressing(thus the name phd)&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll consider hanging out at b101 for some time after huangcheng's over. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;up till this very minute, we still have 13 more days to go. let's jiayou bah and enjoy ourselves tremendously:DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-4451077032806778058?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/4451077032806778058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=4451077032806778058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/4451077032806778058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/4451077032806778058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-dont-know-why-but-im-in-reflective.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-8020970568639068494</id><published>2009-04-10T22:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T22:51:57.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;just because.. all the naggings started. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;am i some brainless, emotionless kid who doesn't care about his future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;am i some thick kid who doesn't know tt his studies suck like shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;as if i'm not overwhelmed enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;just have to add on the stress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i should give up some commitments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;do you think i can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fuck i'm nearing the end and you're giving me this shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;no idea what i'm going through, what i'm doing, what i'm overwhelmed with, what efforts i'm putting in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why do i have to put up with the crap you give me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so i'm supposed to mug and do nothing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;no campus life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;don't even understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and why i don't say anything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;this is why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;blows everything up and my ears and heart have to suffer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;i'm fucking falling apart once again because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;so much for support&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;and this was supposedly a good day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-8020970568639068494?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/8020970568639068494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=8020970568639068494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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pissed at the whole system.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we looked worse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;grr the green trenchcoat woman.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-8760315617733765245?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/8760315617733765245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=8760315617733765245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/8760315617733765245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/8760315617733765245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-can-say-its-not-good-day-but.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-401001100137907207</id><published>2009-04-06T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T23:54:43.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i'm sorry i'm not perfect&lt;br /&gt;i don't have perfect IQ or EQ score.&lt;br /&gt;and as accomodatiing i am,&lt;br /&gt;there's a limit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm a just a human after all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-401001100137907207?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/401001100137907207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=401001100137907207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/401001100137907207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/401001100137907207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-sorry-im-not-perfect-i-dont-have.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-2772652337201639536</id><published>2009-04-06T00:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T00:33:17.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>been a pretty hectic week for me, especially with all the runs and rehearsals.&lt;br /&gt;but i must say i'm enjoying the time we are spending together.&lt;br /&gt;and as much as it takes up a whole load of my free time,&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna miss everyone when it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i scalded myself with the hair curler and now i have a scar on my hand&gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-2772652337201639536?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/2772652337201639536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=2772652337201639536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/2772652337201639536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/2772652337201639536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2009/04/been-pretty-hectic-week-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-2108551316199492174</id><published>2009-04-02T23:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T23:32:35.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;sigh sigh sigh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;overwhelmed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-2108551316199492174?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/2108551316199492174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=2108551316199492174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/2108551316199492174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/2108551316199492174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2009/04/sigh-sigh-sigh-overwhelmed.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-6490913737718877430</id><published>2009-04-01T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T23:26:26.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think we had a pretty interesting gp lesson today.&lt;br /&gt;basically we talked abt janitors (genitals), prosmicuous, shotguns, birthrates and etc.&lt;br /&gt;don't you just agree that it was quite a different gp lesson we had?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just reached home&lt;br /&gt;i foresee i shall be damn busy for the following 2 months&gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-6490913737718877430?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/6490913737718877430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=6490913737718877430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/6490913737718877430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/6490913737718877430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-think-we-had-pretty-interesting-gp.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-2457153265397144423</id><published>2009-03-31T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T00:16:27.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;something i realised&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i never was in the picture&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i was merely the one who helps maintain the quality of the picture&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;or you can say i'm the backstage crew of the show&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the one whom you turn to when something goes wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but tends to neglect when everything's okay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but you know what, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i kinda like my role. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to see everything's alright again makes me happy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-2457153265397144423?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/2457153265397144423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=2457153265397144423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/2457153265397144423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/2457153265397144423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2009/03/something-i-realised-i-never-was-in.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-537459528276284325</id><published>2009-03-29T02:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T03:11:53.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;9min past 3am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i'm still awake.&lt;br /&gt;boo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the song..a sense of nostalgia overwhelms me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-537459528276284325?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/537459528276284325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=537459528276284325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/537459528276284325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/537459528276284325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2009/03/9min-to-3am-and-im-still-awake.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-8798124527493682105</id><published>2009-03-27T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T00:06:39.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;shagged...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tired...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;beat...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;exhausted...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bushed...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;worn out...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;drained...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fatigued...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and it's just the beginning&gt;.&lt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what ever happened?? i'm puzzled&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-8798124527493682105?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/8798124527493682105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=8798124527493682105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/8798124527493682105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/8798124527493682105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2009/03/shagged.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-229747500491626697</id><published>2009-03-25T18:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T18:55:27.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dont know what I want&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So dont ask me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I'm still trying to figure it out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't know what's down this road&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm just walking trying to see through the rain coming down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even though I'm not the only one who feels the way I do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945014.post-2632307144046973699</id><published>2009-03-24T21:30:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T00:11:04.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Block tests' finally over. woohoo. haha though today doesn't really feel much of being the last day of block tests since lessons resume the next day!! GRRR..and cca is back to normal as well!!! GRRR (X2). Sigh but oh well, at least there's no more need to cram information into my brain for now. And i can sleep peacefully now without sparing a thought about definition of standard enthalpy change of reaction and reaction mechanisms.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talking about chemistry, today's chemistry paper was LOL. I totally forgot all the mechanisms that i tried so hard to remember the last night. And i had no idea what i did during the test, everything was a blur. I guess i'm gg-fied. haha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ztOQ1C2Uqho/ScjjAZLi2XI/AAAAAAAAAOE/wU-4QmZv5_g/s1600-h/mokozi.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316748956009683314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ztOQ1C2Uqho/ScjjAZLi2XI/AAAAAAAAAOE/wU-4QmZv5_g/s320/mokozi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;OH and i went shopping yesterday (which explains the condition of my chemistry test today) and bought something damn cute! MOKOZI!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yay mine's the green one circled in that sea of mokozis.The biggest one over there! :D Up close would look like the one below. I totally adore his emotion. CUTE!! haha sorry couldn't resist blogging about my mokozi:) oh i bought the red and orange ones too, though smaller. If i have the money, i'll buy the enormous mokozi softtoy and put in my bedroom. But..$$$$ &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316750161443717618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ztOQ1C2Uqho/ScjkGjxagfI/AAAAAAAAAOU/HBJZ6SH5Ejg/s320/mokozi2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ztOQ1C2Uqho/ScjjUQ5fiKI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3MSJ92WIw5s/s1600-h/mokozi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway saw this cartoon on my class blog. watched it and found it quite interesting. An more funny way to learn economics:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;episode 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=" src="http://i383.photobucket.com/albums/oo278/happeestash/happeepillshow/ep1code.swf" width="400" height="200" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="white" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;episode 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=" src="http://i383.photobucket.com/albums/oo278/happeestash/happeepillshow/ep2xf.swf" width="400" height="200" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Back to more lectures, tutorials...and tutorials&gt;.&lt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And thanks for listening to me vent for hours about my problems. I think i was kinda irritating and bugging but yea thanks alot:) i hope you know who you are.&gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-2632307144046973699?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/2632307144046973699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=2632307144046973699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/2632307144046973699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/2632307144046973699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2009/03/block-tests-finally-over.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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/_ztOQ1C2Uqho/ScjjAZLi2XI/AAAAAAAAAOE/wU-4QmZv5_g/s72-c/mokozi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945014.post-2403734352364361904</id><published>2009-03-19T22:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T21:59:59.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am i taken for granted..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if not, why are so many people telling me so..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if not, why do i feel that they don't try their best because they know that i'll be there to tank everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and yet they seem so unappreciative&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am i being too quiet..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;such that they start to take advantage of it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just because i don't retaliate &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just because i can't be bothered&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just because i'm too tired to care&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ever felt that you're invisible in this world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;like you are so insignificant to the rest that you practically don't exist&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cos that's what i'm feeling now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what to do when your personality just doesn't match theirs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when yall don't laugh at the same type of jokes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when yall to share any common topics&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;change and try to match them?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;or just don't give a damn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm confused&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;they say 勉强不是幸福 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so does that mean i should continue being myself and heck care about them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;after all any form of "friendship" would be fake and artificial&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i won't be happy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why then, am i bothered about it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm tired of putting up a strong front&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and suffer alone inside.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yet the hurt will only be understated in words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;who would understand then&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the only one who can resolve this is me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but things will end up piling up &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i'm breaking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;once again , the dam almost broke &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fortunately it didn't&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but ended up with increasing cracks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i don't think it can suffer another blow like this anymore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's on its very last defense&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the result would be disastrous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and irreversible&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and it'll take a very long time to rebuild itself again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is not emoing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's pure sadness and disappointment &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;they are different&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;very different&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this post is incoherent and messy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the state my mind and heart are in now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this girl here doesn't want to be like this either&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she needs lots of plasters, leukoplasts, needles and threads.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she wants to be strong again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she wants to heal and be happy again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&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/7945014-2403734352364361904?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/2403734352364361904/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945014.post-4687935242283081777</id><published>2009-03-18T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T21:46:21.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I guess i'm the only one alone after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never knew reading blogs can be so depressing.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i should break away from reading blogs for some time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-4687935242283081777?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/4687935242283081777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For every thought i had of what could have happened, i lose more hope in us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess distance does drive people apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or.. does the fault lies with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe i'm not putting enough effort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or perhaps i should just let go and face the reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We are in different worlds now and i'm just a small and insignificant part of theirs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't want to feel like a fool anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-3466095842418440196?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/3466095842418440196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=3466095842418440196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/3466095842418440196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/3466095842418440196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-every-thought-i-had-of-what-could.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-5297570411295428301</id><published>2009-03-16T17:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T18:03:55.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just returned home from school and feeling bored. So i did some personality quizzes :D always a good way to kill boredom. Haha i know i know i'm supposed to be studying for 2nd half of bt but whatever la.. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think i did these long time ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The real me&lt;/u&gt;  ( &lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test81.aspx"&gt;http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test81.aspx&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got great self-confidence and you're full of charm. Most guys who get to know you will be attracted to you. You are far from sweet and proper; your intriguing personality fascinates them. Most guys find it easy to fall for a girl like you.&lt;br /&gt;You really care about other people's feelings and are quite serious about the issues that affect your life. You are sincere, and your concern for the well-being of others makes many people want to be your friend.&lt;br /&gt;You are a bright, cheerful and bubbly person. You are thoughtful and considerate, and like to have fun. Everybody feels comfortable around you because of your pleasant nature. When you walk into a room, people's eyes are likely to be drawn to you because of your charm.&lt;br /&gt;Your peers think of you as a fun person, but sometimes you can be a little irresponsible. You can be somewhat childish, and can try to ignore the fact that you will one day need to really grow up and be a mature adult! Perhaps you could start reading good books; they might help you look at the world in a different light. You do want to be taken seriously, right? (this is so untrue!! i think ppl take me too seriously-.-)&lt;br /&gt;Your boyfriend believes that you are a strong and independent person. Your confidence and cheerfulness make you an attractive person to be around, but sometimes you need to pay more attention to what other people, including your boyfriend, are thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;What's your personality love style?&lt;/u&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test80.aspx"&gt;http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test80.aspx&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You desire a love that will last forever. You are quite serious about finding this type of love, and that's why you think carefully about the men that you meet before deciding whether you could really love them. You don't just develop a crush on someone overnight: you look at a person's personality and other aspects of their life before deciding to form an attachment. If a guy doesn't meet your expectations, you would rather be alone. Your love has to be perfect. Be careful though, you could be missing out on some worthy relationships because your standards are so high. (LOL high standards..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Eating Test&lt;/u&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test43.aspx"&gt;http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test43.aspx&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are generally a calm person. You get excited when your favorite band is in town, when you are going on a date with your partner or when you and your friends are dancing. Your friends mean everything to you. You hate it when the summer is over.&lt;br /&gt;You like art, and some poetry. You can throw a party, or help a friend put one together. You usually have no trouble finding dates, but you occasionally hit a dry spell. You like the outdoors, usually, and rainy weather doesn't bother you. You sometimes get jealous of people who are smarter or better looking than you, but you wouldn't hold it against them if you got to know them. You are on good terms with your parents, even though they annoy you once in a while. People tend to think you are reliable and trustworthy. You like animals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-5297570411295428301?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/5297570411295428301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=5297570411295428301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/5297570411295428301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/5297570411295428301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-returned-home-from-school-and.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-6188298720873871868</id><published>2009-03-16T00:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T00:34:48.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I sincerely hope everything will turn out fine on tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;But i shan't get my hopes high.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be disappointed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-6188298720873871868?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/6188298720873871868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=6188298720873871868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/6188298720873871868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/6188298720873871868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-sincerely-hope-everything-will-turn.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-1139249589096522313</id><published>2009-03-15T00:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T00:23:55.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My 2nd toe on my left foot now looks like a freaking brinjal !!! grrr it looks so horrible. Purple and swollen&gt;.&lt; &lt;p&gt;Moderners went to get our bags at bugis st today. Well at least we attempted to. Turned out that the order was wrong, and that lady kinda got scolded by us. We claimed our deposit back and now she has this stock of 19 really ugly starry bags to clear. Retribution!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Headed towards peninsula shopping centre to find new bags after lunch. We spent a very long time of more than 2 hours there trying to find a suitable bag. So first we found this cute and sweet star bag but only 9 were available. Next after a very long search,discussion,pursuasion and a tie break (tie breaker happened to be me&gt;.&lt;), we decided on a plain red one. Alas, there were only 11. Then we started getting all pissed and irritated and sian and the list goes on. In the end, we got the one with black and white stripes. Not bad actually. Been getting lots of good feedback from my family. Now i'm liking our bags more and more every passing moment :DD &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But i guess what got us real pissed was the whole conflict with the stall holders, accompanied with the irritation, disappointment and fatigue. Seriously, where's all the credit and trust needed in a business deal. The whole situation wasn't nice. I thought we were at a risk of getting beaten up or something.&gt;.&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But hey, we gotten our bags after all , right? Let bygones be bygones..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmmm...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; i think i'm a very forgiving person. haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really like the bag now.:D looks quite nice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wasted my whole day away. surprise surprise.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-1139249589096522313?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/1139249589096522313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=1139249589096522313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/1139249589096522313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/1139249589096522313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-6354408884604530213</id><published>2009-03-12T14:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T14:14:05.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Econs.. haha i don't know. I ended right on time, thought i had 2 minutes more and so i started flipping the papers and then "stop writing". Dawned upon me that the paper ends at 9:43. So i guess i'm lucky i ended 2 minutes before 9:45 or i wouldn't have finished the paper. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My handwriting sucks though. I was appalled by my own handwriting. I tried saving it but they just refused to be saved&gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think i have this problem of being over imaginative. It's getting worse.. i actually thought of the "just for laughs" show ending where that green blob comes out and say "mummy...it's over!!" when the teacher said at the end of econs paper " stop writing,it's over" omg i'm seriously crazy. And now and then i'll start getting amused when i thought of some stuff or imagined some stuff happening which in fact has not or will not happen. DIE. Is this some psychotic problem. Can you imagine a girl suddenly smiling as she walks down the street? Won't you think she's a bit unstable? Maybe this is the aftermath of emoing for too long.&gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now my mum thinks sth's going on cos i keep smiling. 0.0 Geez what a laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-6354408884604530213?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/6354408884604530213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=6354408884604530213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/6354408884604530213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/6354408884604530213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2009/03/econs.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-3483488698966211048</id><published>2009-03-11T14:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T14:22:07.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One paper down, more to go.&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell how i've fared in the gp paper but i relatively enjoyed writing paper 1 though. RARE. As for paper 2, haha aq's gg. I don't understand what i wrote. And i can't believe i disagreed with the writer. I actually disagreed with his argument for liberal censorship on pornography and obscenities! Doesn't this reflect that i've no moral values? (which is not true btw) I think the marker's going to have a good laugh over my aq &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm trying my very best.&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/7945014-3483488698966211048?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/3483488698966211048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=3483488698966211048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/3483488698966211048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/3483488698966211048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-paper-down-more-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-6228869480298953165</id><published>2009-03-09T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T21:36:35.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I shall be happy happy happy :DDD&lt;br /&gt;I shan't emo nor be sad.&lt;br /&gt;I shan't let anything or anyone affect my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, it may just be my wishful thinking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-6228869480298953165?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/6228869480298953165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=6228869480298953165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/6228869480298953165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/6228869480298953165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-shall-be-happy-happy-happy-ddd-i.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-2542675938507119525</id><published>2009-03-08T02:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T02:12:44.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm feeling kinda lost. :(&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm thinking too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i wish i'm not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yet i hope it isn't true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-2542675938507119525?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/2542675938507119525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=2542675938507119525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/2542675938507119525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/2542675938507119525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-feeling-kinda-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-5143734474913051639</id><published>2009-03-02T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T21:35:58.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The rain was pouring..&lt;br /&gt;It took me by surprise.&lt;br /&gt;Never knew i would ever feel it&lt;br /&gt;Felt it as their backs vanish in sight,&lt;br /&gt;hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;sharing laughters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the feeling of loneliness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it dawned upon me that everyone's gonna leave sooner or later,&lt;br /&gt;for their own life,&lt;br /&gt;their own world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-5143734474913051639?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/5143734474913051639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=5143734474913051639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/5143734474913051639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/5143734474913051639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2009/03/rain-was-pouring.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-2352744805649845336</id><published>2009-03-01T00:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T00:49:30.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VTbYUd1jUc4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VTbYUd1jUc4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lol they are weird. Oh well, now we know what to do to prepare ourselves for the end of the world. Start playing more video games people! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-2352744805649845336?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/2352744805649845336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=2352744805649845336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/2352744805649845336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/2352744805649845336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2009/03/lol-they-are-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-1474325401675725339</id><published>2009-02-25T17:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T17:37:12.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Met some old friends last night on the way home,&lt;br /&gt;one of the little things that actually make my day:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-1474325401675725339?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/1474325401675725339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=1474325401675725339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/1474325401675725339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/1474325401675725339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2009/02/met-some-old-friends-last-night-on-way.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-4495971239752110351</id><published>2009-02-23T22:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T23:22:57.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so very disgusted by you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every sms you send me:&lt;br /&gt;1.shortens my life by 3 years&lt;br /&gt;2.stops my heart for at least 5 sec&lt;br /&gt;3.increases my blood pressure&lt;br /&gt;4.stimulates the growth of 1 white hair&lt;br /&gt;5.kills 139894 brain cells of mine&lt;br /&gt;6.stimulates growth of 3892757 cancerous cells in my body&lt;br /&gt;7.causes me to puke 1 litre of blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, you're the death of me.&lt;br /&gt;I'll appreciate it if you can just stop ruining my days. I don't ask for more, just this. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm tired of doing such posts. Really i am. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-4495971239752110351?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/4495971239752110351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=4495971239752110351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/4495971239752110351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/4495971239752110351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-so-very-disgusted-by-you.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-5385889913726593799</id><published>2009-02-22T19:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T21:13:46.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think i suck &gt;.&lt; i slept the whole day away when i should have been doing my hw. Blame it on the frequent headaches, the type that makes you feel like puking. They really waste my time, wts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i've been caught up with too many things around me that time's been slipping through my fingers like nobody's business. I've no clear recollection of what happens every day and to only realise that it's the brand new start of another week when i prepare stuff for dance practice on monday. It's not a good feeling. I'm supposed to enjoy my last year of school life.TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This's quite lag but i've been wondering which jonathan tagged my blog. Too many jonathans in my life. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insects should refrain from entering my home. My family's cruel to insects.-.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-5385889913726593799?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/5385889913726593799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=5385889913726593799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/5385889913726593799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/5385889913726593799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-think-i-suck.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-1222834851896684870</id><published>2009-02-20T21:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T21:57:53.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ztOQ1C2Uqho/SZ61jAOl8dI/AAAAAAAAAN0/gUmnoYPqkYw/s1600-h/love_me_if_you_dare_ver1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304877024050278866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ztOQ1C2Uqho/SZ61jAOl8dI/AAAAAAAAAN0/gUmnoYPqkYw/s320/love_me_if_you_dare_ver1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ztOQ1C2Uqho/SZ61qkeqFsI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QmZS6jPB7ZQ/s1600-h/love-me-if-you-dare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304877154040420034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ztOQ1C2Uqho/SZ61qkeqFsI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QmZS6jPB7ZQ/s320/love-me-if-you-dare.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ztOQ1C2Uqho/SZ61TjtZA5I/AAAAAAAAANs/z61e66yH2rY/s1600-h/love-me-if-you-dare.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall recommend a movie to everyone who's reading this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ztOQ1C2Uqho/SZ61qkeqFsI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QmZS6jPB7ZQ/s1600-h/love-me-if-you-dare.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ztOQ1C2Uqho/SZ61qkeqFsI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QmZS6jPB7ZQ/s1600-h/love-me-if-you-dare.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jeux d'enfants(Are you game?/ Love me if you dare)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a french film from writer/director Yann Samuell. Yes, it does seem like a very sappy and gay romance movie judging from the title. But NO, it's a very interesting and fun romance movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A story of two best friends, Julien and Sophie who we see journey through life. Starts of in their childhood and their seemingly playful game in which they dare each other with a rustic tin. The game continues throughout their adult life and begins to spiral out of control, and a hidden love undeclared.(&lt;a href="http://www.flixster.com/movie/love-me-if-you-dare-jeux-denfants"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.flixster.com/movie/love-me-if-you-dare-jeux-denfants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The tale starts, as many classic fairytales do, with two unhappy children. Julien is endlessly energetic and precociously brilliant, but unable to bear the impending heartbreak of his beloved mother's death. Sophie is wildly imaginative, mischievous and determined to be different, yet in search of someone to accept and love her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When they meet one another, everything changes. They begin what seems to be a child's momentary amusement. Every time they exchange a symbolic tin box (a gift to Julien from his mother), the one who takes the toy also has to take a dare. The pranks they force one another to play range from talking dirty in class to crashing a wedding buffet - but each one becomes a little bigger, a little more irreverent, a little riskier than the last. Soon, the game has become something far larger and more thrilling than the sad and disappointing world around them. Despite the constant trouble they get into, Julien and Sophie cannot stop the game's mad, wild and often destructive rush. When Julien's mother passes away, leaving him bereft, the game is the only thing that continues to matter. Even when they go off to college, the game continues, progressing into more difficult, bizarre and often crueler challenges, each and every new dare seemingly a way for Julien and Sophie to drive one another further away, to avoid admitting they are crazily in love with one another. The harder they compete with one another, the less they are able to communicate their emotions. When they finally reach adulthood, Julien growing more serious, Sophie even more of a libertine -- the uncompromising, child-like nature of the game comes into question. Now Julien and Sophie must choose between the game and their careers, between the game and their spouses-to-be, between the game and the conventions of everyday life. Yet . . . how can they resist? Just when they think it all over and life has become banal, the game is afoot again, and they realize they want it to go on and on, without end. It might have taken them a lifetime to say I love you but Julien and Sophie manage in their own inimitable style to capture the moment forever. Julien and Sophie's surreal game is the very essence of love, which can be at once playful and freeing, while also filled with lunacy and destruction. It's a story of two people searching for a kind of pure and primal freedom beyond the structures of banal, everyday existence. It is a fantasy, a cartoon, a fairy tale. The film is also a reflection of how the intense ecstasies and fantasies of childhood haunt us, tempt us and call to us in our adult lives, even as we face mature relationships and grown-up ambitions. ( &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/love_me_if_you_dare/"&gt;http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/love_me_if_you_dare/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watch it. It's good, makes you laugh and cry simulataneously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MtzjUjVQe9Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MtzjUjVQe9Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-1222834851896684870?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/1222834851896684870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can no longer differentiate the dream and reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fuck off bitch.&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/7945014-3731194546169230911?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/3731194546169230911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=3731194546169230911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/3731194546169230911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Well let's see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time i had to walk in the rain was when i sprained my ankle and had to go see the sensei alone. Ankle bandage + puddles of water + rain = never a good outcome. And that was the time when i've ever been so drenched...before today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I was actually ill, (with a flu, sore throat and upcoming fever) it just have to rain when i had no umbrella and no shelter. Thanks man. So i got myself drenched from head to toe, literally, the worst i've ever been in my whole 17+ years of my life, walking miles to the bus stop which is so freaking far away in my flooded shoes. Damn, orchard seriously need to have sheltered walkways. After which, i boarded the air-conditioned bus and endured the chills for the whole ride back home. As expected, my flu has gotten worse and i'm contemplating missing school tomorrow but but but there's physics practical..! which i'll have to do on other day if i miss it. And 2 meetings-.- and the choreo thing and the muscial. SHIT, i'm so screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention the math test on friday which i know nuts about. The physically demanding practice on saturday. More screwed. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-3465913886804824688?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/3465913886804824688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=3465913886804824688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/3465913886804824688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/3465913886804824688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-think-someone-up-there-really-loves.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-6157933373713786812</id><published>2009-02-10T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T21:26:18.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tell me how do you stop the pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-6157933373713786812?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/6157933373713786812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=6157933373713786812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/6157933373713786812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/6157933373713786812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2009/02/tell-me-how-do-you-stop-pain.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-6791311892996619890</id><published>2009-02-07T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T23:13:12.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I look like a jap when i wear glasses...&gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-6791311892996619890?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/6791311892996619890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=6791311892996619890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/6791311892996619890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/6791311892996619890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-look-like-jap-when-i-wear-glasses.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-6332051035163643260</id><published>2009-02-03T21:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T19:46:35.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jensen Ackles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word: hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my god. *swoons*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-6332051035163643260?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/6332051035163643260/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945014.post-8601284262088577154</id><published>2009-01-29T21:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T21:30:48.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;黄城夜韵 2009&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;地点：4月25日，26日&lt;br /&gt;时间：下午2时30分（26日）&lt;br /&gt;            傍晚7时30分（25日，26日）&lt;br /&gt;票价：10元，12元，14元（下午场）&lt;br /&gt;            12元，14元，16元（傍晚场）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to &lt;a href="http://www.hcchisoc.org/"&gt;www.hcchisoc.org&lt;/a&gt; or ask me for more details! PLEASE SUPPORT!!! :DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-8601284262088577154?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/8601284262088577154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=8601284262088577154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/8601284262088577154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/8601284262088577154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-42526-23026-7302526-101214-121416.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-3464030444733760919</id><published>2009-01-27T17:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T17:47:47.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stayed at home all day today and i've come up with a list of movies i want to watch for the first half of 2009. There are so many great movies coming to theatres this year! But damn, i don't think i have the time&gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-3464030444733760919?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/3464030444733760919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=3464030444733760919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/3464030444733760919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/3464030444733760919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2009/01/stayed-at-home-all-day-today-and-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-5509207734986785237</id><published>2009-01-26T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T22:26:25.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been hearing many complaints about how boring bainian is. I must say that i think i've always experience better chinese new years especially since my family does not stick to the tradition of bainian very strictly. Spending chinese new years in malaysia are never boring. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, we've decided to spend 3 days 2 nights over at our gramps' house in malaysia instead of just going for the dinner. I think the trip back was more for shopping than bainian. Spent our days outside the house, doing shopping at nearby shopping centres and the hair salon where some of them did their hair. I think we've combed through nearly every shop in the shopping centres and discover any potential addition to our collection of clothes at home.:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending new years in malaysia is especially different from spending them in singapore since we can play fireworks and all kinds of weird things there, although illegally. I guess that's where the fun comes, the thrill of getting away from the cops.lol. Yup so we have the bumblebee types, frog types, spinning types, shooting and the list goes on. And when the clock strikes 12, the rich neighbouring families will start setting off fireworks, like the ones we see on national day. Literally just burning money actually, since those fireworks cost a bomb. We were surrounded by fireworks last night, feels like you are in the middle of a war with falling shells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing would be the food! haha seriously the food rocks, regardless home or outside. But the problem is i'll get stuffed by my grandma. Turned out that i was too full and puked in the middle of the night. Now i can brag that i've tried eating so much that i vomit=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite being someone with little fancy for kids, i've spot a few children in malaysia that are uber cute. One's my distant relative and he has such great eyes, eyebrows and dimples! And he's so shy, unlike some disgusting ones. I foresee he'll grow up to be a handsome kid. HAHA. Too bad he's only Pri 1.:(( And there was another one at the hair salon. Nice hair and quite naughty, but still very cute.&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if anyone enjoyed their cny as much as i did but oh well...Happy Chinese New Year!=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-5509207734986785237?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/5509207734986785237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=5509207734986785237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/5509207734986785237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/5509207734986785237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2009/01/been-hearing-many-complaints-about-how.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-4838728304480418884</id><published>2009-01-23T23:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T23:55:44.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For some reason i forgot that chinese new year celebrations happened this morning until some people reminded me. I've thought that the whole day was a holiday on which i've spent it by hanging out with my friends.-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the celebrations were quite fun. Basically, we stoned on the 3rd floor of the right wing while the performances went on. Val and siyuan were playing five stones while i was snapping shots of yichan,mel and shaoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we had the street market. I think our class had the weirdest stall. We had a garage sale, which everyone brought stuff to sell: ranging from flag erasers to plushies. Prices were negotiable and we had pretty much fun bargaining with the "customers". And we were selling hugs and kisses. Hugs for $0.50, kisses varying prices with varying people. Wilson was selling his kisses for $1, damn cheap but i think no one bought. Lol wonder why. I think yuwei was selling fortune-telling for $0.10. Surprisingly, 1/4 of our earnings came from hugs, kisses and fortune-telling. Ok maybe not kisses, i think none was bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to meet rv dancers at plaza sing after cny celebrations. Once again, we ate at hong kong cafe. It has become a tradition: to celebrate our birthdays at hong kong cafe. Lol. Walked around to buy more food after eating, met up with edison and hanxie. Watched e.g's reaction to hanxie's choice of new year clothes. haha she seriously can consider the future of a personal stylist. After which we went to springfield and the girls looked through the clothes. I was amused at the conversation going on between hanxie and edi. They were trying to differentiate mini skirts and tubes, and questioning the way to wear tubes. Like wth??? LOL. Then we headed over to cathay, where half of us went to catch a movie while the other half of us stayed and chatted before setting off to our various destinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a very relaxing get-together instead of those crazy times we had in the past. I think we've all matured. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to zijia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-4838728304480418884?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/4838728304480418884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=4838728304480418884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/4838728304480418884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/4838728304480418884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2009/01/for-some-reason-i-forgot-that-chinese.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-5486931688297142772</id><published>2009-01-19T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T22:47:36.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Her mondays are never good.&lt;br /&gt;If only her life is as easy as they thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-5486931688297142772?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/5486931688297142772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=5486931688297142772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/5486931688297142772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/5486931688297142772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2009/01/her-mondays-are-never-good.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-8059332697896758954</id><published>2009-01-12T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T22:44:29.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sitting alone at the bus stop and watching the cars go by. A good time to emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dejection - The want to be good at something and yet you know you can never be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry the water just doesn't stop flowing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-8059332697896758954?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/8059332697896758954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=8059332697896758954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/8059332697896758954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/8059332697896758954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2009/01/sitting-alone-at-bus-stop-and-watching.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-5716644817236181617</id><published>2009-01-11T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T23:44:12.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1.Who is the person who tagged you?&lt;br /&gt;Kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.The relationship between you and her/him?&lt;br /&gt;Classmate=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Your 5 impressions of her/him?&lt;br /&gt;quiet. can be quite lame at times. smart. all-rounded, small?(lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.If she/he becomes your enemy, you will?&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea. should be dao but let's hope this will never happen:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.What will you say to the person whom you like very much?&lt;br /&gt;er i don't know, i doubt i'll say anything about this whole "like" thing. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.The characteristic(s) you love about yourself is... ?&lt;br /&gt;haha better not say here. the list is non-exhaustive.hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.The characteristic(s) you hate about yourself is... ?&lt;br /&gt;i really can't think of anything now. hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.For the person whom you hate the most, you say...?&lt;br /&gt;sorry i won't even bother to talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 12.Pass on this quiz to 5 people:&lt;br /&gt;1. dawn&lt;br /&gt;2.enqi&lt;br /&gt;3. nianci&lt;br /&gt;4. charmanine&lt;br /&gt;5. eunice goh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.What do people feel about you?&lt;br /&gt;er quite dao i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Who do you have a crush on?&lt;br /&gt;lol good question. i have no idea too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.The most ideal person you want to be is... ?&lt;br /&gt;a happy me=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.If no.2 &amp;amp; no.3 were together, what will happen?&lt;br /&gt;if together means being in a relationship, they become lesbians. if together means as friends, i think they can get along quite well.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.What colour does no.1 like?&lt;br /&gt;er..pink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.Say something about no.3.&lt;br /&gt;she's obsessed with cakes-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.Who is no.2?&lt;br /&gt;enqi:) my friend, sec4 sitting partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Talk about no.5.&lt;br /&gt;lol she's quite crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.Who is no.1?&lt;br /&gt;dawn the pro or the sexy babe.:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.Who is the sexiest person amongst them?&lt;br /&gt;lol i think i just answered that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.Is no.4 single?&lt;br /&gt;hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.What is your relationship with no.1?&lt;br /&gt;good friends=), ex classmates and cca mates:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Are no.1 &amp;amp; no.3 good friends?&lt;br /&gt;they don't know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p :)23.What is no.5's surname?&lt;br /&gt;goh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.What is no.1's nickname?&lt;br /&gt;lol sexy babe for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.What things do you wish to say to no.3?&lt;br /&gt;Glad that we met. All the best for the year ahead=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.What will you do to help no.5?&lt;br /&gt;help her in whatever way i can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.Who does no.1 admire?&lt;br /&gt;me=) hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.Where does no.1 live?&lt;br /&gt;singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.Does the 5 of them know who you like?&lt;br /&gt;well i have nth to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.What do you wish to say when you see no.2?&lt;br /&gt;long time no see!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-5716644817236181617?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/5716644817236181617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=5716644817236181617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/5716644817236181617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/5716644817236181617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2009/01/1.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-8849101342648083957</id><published>2009-01-11T00:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T00:52:34.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Looking at some of the people around me, i'm envious of the kind of friendships they have with their friends. It's not that i don't have great friends, i have awesome ones but somehow i still feel incomplete. Maybe this is what we call " not cherishing what you have right in front of you". Maybe i'm expecting too much.  Maybe my friendships are also the envy of the others but i'm just not satisfied. Maybe i'm the problem. I feel horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do love and cherish all my friends of all these years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-8849101342648083957?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/8849101342648083957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=8849101342648083957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/8849101342648083957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/8849101342648083957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2009/01/looking-at-some-of-people-around-me-im.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-3688295441669619187</id><published>2009-01-10T19:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T19:57:09.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now i've learnt to never try completing all holiday hw in 2 days, doing from morning till err..morning -.-  cos i've tried that and am currently disoriented and suffering from backache. But luckily i finished them, or else i might just start tearing papers up and resort to violence&gt;.&lt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more day before school reopens. If only time can rewind...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-3688295441669619187?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/3688295441669619187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=3688295441669619187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/3688295441669619187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/3688295441669619187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2009/01/now-ive-learnt-to-never-try-completing.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-6792466808083514759</id><published>2009-01-09T00:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T01:30:04.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wouldn't say tt the chalet was very eventful, it was more of like an escapade for us from the reality before school officially starts again. Aside from the permanent residence of black ants which appear time to time, arandas is pretty great with the living room and 2 bedrooms. Overall, the living room was converted into an entertainment centre cum gambling den for the two days, with the playstation corner, 2 mahjong tables and any-available-space as the poker cards territory. As for bedrooms, it was initially planned as one for the girls, the other for the guys but all these plans became void when we infiltrated each others' room. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway basically what we did:&lt;br /&gt;playing overnight mahjong, cards and playstation games.&lt;br /&gt;cycling in the afternoon for the girls.&lt;br /&gt;a rare successful truth or dare session with the girls and a few guys.&lt;br /&gt;mahjong stacko -.-( we were bored)&lt;br /&gt;sleeping for some people &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Result: those of us who didn't sleep at all were worn out in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us went to kbox after checking out which we sang till we started dozing off. Now, my voice is hoarse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-6792466808083514759?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/6792466808083514759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=6792466808083514759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/6792466808083514759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/6792466808083514759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-wouldnt-say-tt-chalet-was-very.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-7513128734313726365</id><published>2009-01-07T01:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T01:32:22.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prince leans to the girl in scarlet heels,&lt;br /&gt;Her green eyes slant,hair flaring in a fan&lt;br /&gt;Of silver as the rondo slows; now reels&lt;br /&gt;Begin on tilted violins to span&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole revolving tall glass palace hall&lt;br /&gt;Where guests slide gliding into light like wine;&lt;br /&gt;Rose candles flicker on the lilac wall&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting in a million flagons' shine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And glided couples all in whirling trance&lt;br /&gt;Follow holiday revel begun long since,&lt;br /&gt;Until near twelve the strange girl all at once&lt;br /&gt;Guilt-stricken halts, pales, clings to the prince&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As amid the hectic music and cocktail talk&lt;br /&gt;She hears the caustic ticking of the clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia Plath&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-7513128734313726365?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/7513128734313726365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=7513128734313726365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/7513128734313726365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/7513128734313726365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2009/01/cinderella-prince-leans-to-girl-in.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-2760262409904034215</id><published>2009-01-02T19:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T19:34:42.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't understand why you say one thing to me and another to others. Maybe you should have given a thought of how i feel about the situation and the reasons behind my actions before you judge me. You kept saying that i'm too easily affected by others and i've accepted that previously as i know that's true. Yet now you still say that about me behind my back. You know what, i've been adopting a heck-care attitude to these situations and just joke along with the rest. When did i ever get pissed off or upset when i get teased? NONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really disappointed in you. I thought you understood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-2760262409904034215?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/2760262409904034215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=2760262409904034215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/2760262409904034215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/2760262409904034215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-dont-understand-why-you-say-one-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-1029948058704576711</id><published>2008-12-31T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T23:13:05.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In just a few hours' time, the year 2008 is coming to an end, bringing us into 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at 2008, it has been a pretty great year for me. Going to a brand new school at the start of the year wasn't easy and i was quite uncertain of what lies ahead initially. New people, new cca, new teachers, a whole new environment. I guess i'm what some of my friends call: a late bloomer. I wasn't much of an enthusiast, quite dao at first but i'm glad things worked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2008, i'm happy to say that i've made many great friends, entered great ccas, enjoyed myself in everything i do.&lt;br /&gt;Orientation 1 and 2 which i had tremendous fun,&lt;br /&gt;Dance auditions which i have no idea where i found the courage to go alone&lt;br /&gt;黄城夜韵2008 where i got to know many people&lt;br /&gt;Dance night 2008 Shake! which i spent time doing something i have passion for&lt;br /&gt;Tapestry 2008 which was a brand new experience for me&lt;br /&gt;Blocks and promos which was i don't know, great mugging time?&lt;br /&gt;PW which taught me to appreciate when life was so much better&lt;br /&gt;Dance camp! which was one of the best camp i've ever been to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also glad to say that i've become a better person. Well in opinion, yes. I think i've fulfiled my resolution for 2008 made on the 31 december 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the upcoming 2009, i know it's going to be a damn busy year for me. I've no idea how i'm going to manage but i'm going to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My resolution for 2009: To enjoy every single day of my last year of school life in hwachong.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm playing mahjong. OMG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-1029948058704576711?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/1029948058704576711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=1029948058704576711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/1029948058704576711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/1029948058704576711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-just-few-hours-time-year-2008-is.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-6876229597491624800</id><published>2008-12-29T23:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T23:44:30.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And to think who can play mahjong in a funnier way than my family. It's as if i'm watching a comedy. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-6876229597491624800?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/6876229597491624800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=6876229597491624800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/6876229597491624800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/6876229597491624800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-to-think-who-can-play-mahjong-in.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-1260288527309020993</id><published>2008-12-27T01:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T01:29:18.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>She's so proud of herself. She did not do her signature pose for any photo-taking today but instead, she did thumbs up!=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-1260288527309020993?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/1260288527309020993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=1260288527309020993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/1260288527309020993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/1260288527309020993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2008/12/shes-so-proud-of-herself.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-170814927576951675</id><published>2008-12-25T16:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T16:55:07.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been ages since i've blogged something decent. All my recent posts have been so superficial and meaningless that it seems that i'm blogging for the sake of blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ningxin's frustrated :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy christmas and a merry new year! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-170814927576951675?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/170814927576951675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=170814927576951675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/170814927576951675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/170814927576951675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2008/12/hohoho-happy-christmas-and-merry-new.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-3017846618612002693</id><published>2008-12-24T13:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T13:38:53.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The MAD camp has come and gone. Honestly speaking, it's one of the best camps, maybe the best i've ever been to. Not exaggerating. It wasn't very complicated, just a simple camp and yet i enjoyed myself more than i had in past camps. The atmosphere was great, i could spend the whole two days with people who shared the same passion for dance and it was just loads and loads of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lessons were actually quite interesting. Although i didn't play much of the games, but it was enjoyable looking at them eating all the disgusting food, foaming their hair, getting their faces into whip cream and watermelon. Ciphering was ok. It's slightly different from free-styling with the restraints in space and people looking at you. Oh well, at least i went in once even though i had no idea i did. It was a refreshing experience. Showcase, we just went impromtu at the back and the choreographing part was just amusing. Gifts exchange was hilarious with people snatching presents from one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup everything was pretty cool. =DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-3017846618612002693?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/3017846618612002693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=3017846618612002693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/3017846618612002693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/3017846618612002693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2008/12/mad-camp-has-come-and-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-2880996868846722493</id><published>2008-12-18T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T00:28:19.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It finally dawned on me that there is a great number of foreign workers in this country and it's traumatising. It's terrifying when you're stuck on a bus filled with tons of male foreign labourers on your way to school or home in the middle of the night. We fear them yet the country needs them. What a dilemma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-2880996868846722493?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/2880996868846722493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=2880996868846722493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/2880996868846722493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/2880996868846722493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-finally-dawned-on-me-that-there-is.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-7810670439757841270</id><published>2008-12-16T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T00:20:14.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eUba0WtH-SY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eUba0WtH-SY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this is so lame-.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-7810670439757841270?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/7810670439757841270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=7810670439757841270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/7810670439757841270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/7810670439757841270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-so-lame.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-1039449839799385418</id><published>2008-12-14T01:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T01:06:32.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Russia won!!! =DDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;she looks like she belongs to the winx club. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-1039449839799385418?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/1039449839799385418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=1039449839799385418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/1039449839799385418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/1039449839799385418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2008/12/russia-won-dddddd.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-5803685977743276751</id><published>2008-12-12T00:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:49:46.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just had a meeting from 3.30pm to 9.30pm. &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-5803685977743276751?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/5803685977743276751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=5803685977743276751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/5803685977743276751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/5803685977743276751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-just-had-meeting-from-3.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-9201554138204631142</id><published>2008-12-08T20:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:09:34.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Went back malaysia to visit grandparents and have bbq. Saw the new puppy that we have. Very good looking and...big. So now, we have two dogs=) I realised tt bbq makes people uncivilised and barbaric(!!!)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277436468393424642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ztOQ1C2Uqho/ST04gcdINwI/AAAAAAAAAKo/XI4ytGgkFDA/s320/07122008371.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the new puppy. He's only a few months old!! And yet he's already so big-.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-9201554138204631142?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/9201554138204631142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=9201554138204631142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/9201554138204631142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/9201554138204631142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2008/12/went-back-malaysia-to-visit.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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/_ztOQ1C2Uqho/ST04gcdINwI/AAAAAAAAAKo/XI4ytGgkFDA/s72-c/07122008371.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945014.post-1593329109411905338</id><published>2008-12-04T23:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T23:03:51.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok forgot to add, i bought some books from kino and had two chances at at lucky draw dip. guess what i got??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE DOUBLE SIDED TWILIGHT POSTER&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE SINGLE SIDED TWILIGHT POSTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEY ARE THOSE GENUINE, LARGE SIZED ONES YOU SEE OUTSIDE MOVIE THEATRES. BOTH ARE DIFFERENT DESIGNS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESSSS BE JEALOUS OF ME; ENVY ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE EDWARD CULLEN AT HOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-1593329109411905338?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/1593329109411905338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=1593329109411905338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/1593329109411905338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/1593329109411905338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2008/12/ok-forgot-to-add-i-bought-some-books.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-2173090473791610540</id><published>2008-12-04T21:54:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:52:12.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHERYL LOH !! =DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277401113257955074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ztOQ1C2Uqho/ST0YWgT9zwI/AAAAAAAAAKg/B3wulXCylFk/s320/chery%27s+b%27dae+surprise+squad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha today, the "cheryl's surprise birthday squad" which comprises of eunice.g,eunice.t,nat,fel,jinghui,zijia,huixuan,dawn,munhan,me,chenda and jiayi met at bb mrt station at 8.45am(!!!) for her birthday surprise. Well.. not me, i reached at 8.51am with dawn but it was still early=) Anyway it wasn't a good start at first. One, we waited quite long for a bus at the interchange that will never come. Didn't realise until this lady came and tell us that there's no service. Then we found out that cheryl's awake already. Our initial plan was to ambush her in her bedroom while she was sleeping and take unglam photos/videos of her. sigh apparently she had already suspected our actions and prepared herself for it. Hence we ended up ambushing her outside her toilet and "surprised" her with the spray cans and all. Actually she was pretty calm (contrary to what we expected-&gt;screams and omg's), it was eunice.g who did most of the screamings and jinghui getting high over spraying cheryl. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after eating the cake and cleaning up, we spent our time camwhoring(some of us only) in her bedroom which was so princess-ish(if such word exists) and her living room with random stuff as props while she went to shower. A few had to go off while the rest headed over to cineleisure for lunch and movie next. We had a nice time reminiscing/gossiping/listening over lunch, which was pretty good. Oh and we took really really weird pictures, like us advertising for our foods. if i can, i shall upload them next time.=D After lunch, we did something really traumatising.....WE TOOK NEOPRINTS. I think after this experience, all of us agree that we are too old for neoprints. Eunice.g was very traumatised and disgusted while the rest of us felt weird and awkward in the machine. To think just last year, we created so many poses for neoprints and today, we just took..normal ones.hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did random shopping before going to the movie. The movie was called "Wild Child". As usual, i had no idea what that movie was about till the very last minute. BUT at least i was better than cheryl, she asked me for the name of the show while we were already seated.:X The show was quite nice. It was a chick flick and pretty much cheered me up amongst the numerous cca meetings i had for the past month and am still going to have for the following few months. It's a nice change some times to watch light hearted, heartwarming,humourous chick flicks than gore/horror/suspense/action pack.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as usual, we did what girls do best- shopping. Since i'm not much of a shopper, i tagged along behind them while looking at them try out clothes. It really amazes me how girls manage to shop everywhere they go. One fine example would be yichan who bought a bag while we were on our way to Scream'08. 0.0 But it's quite fun looking at them. I was soooooo tempted to buy this pair of ginger breadman ear studs but it was quite ex.TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year has passed since i graduated from rv and we're now heading towards A'levels AGAIN. Time seriously slips through our hand. It'll be all mugging and cca next year and i'm feeling the stress already, especially when the list of topics for our block test next year is out. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-2173090473791610540?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/2173090473791610540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=2173090473791610540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/2173090473791610540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/2173090473791610540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-cheryl-loh-ddd-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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/_ztOQ1C2Uqho/ST0YWgT9zwI/AAAAAAAAAKg/B3wulXCylFk/s72-c/chery%27s+b%27dae+surprise+squad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945014.post-8635929229897452914</id><published>2008-12-01T21:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T21:18:55.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to collect my passports at the ica building today. It was horrible, the waiting time that is. Reached there at 12.40 and i waited till 4.38 before i could collect mine. Yes i can remember the time correctly since i was fuming and checking my watch consistently. I wasted my whole day away-.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-8635929229897452914?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/8635929229897452914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=8635929229897452914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/8635929229897452914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/8635929229897452914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2008/12/went-to-collect-my-passports-at-ica.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-4987687200041779713</id><published>2008-11-27T22:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T22:56:10.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LOL i spotted something interesting on my way to school today. As usual i was listening to my music and looking at random stuff through the window when this advertisement at a bus stop near the pheonix lrt station caught my eye. It says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" 19% of the people in Choa Chu Kang make love with their lights out".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went o.O, literally and nearly laughed out loud. Seriously, how the hell would they know. Spying? Or did they go door to door in cck to conduct a survey? Anyway i think it was an advertisement for the sale of table lamps placed beside your bed or something. I shan't say which company it is since i'm not sure if i've seen it wrongly. I'll definitely take a picture of it when i get the chance to. It's just too hilarious to miss it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-4987687200041779713?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/4987687200041779713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=4987687200041779713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/4987687200041779713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/4987687200041779713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2008/11/lol-i-spotted-something-interesting-on.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-1978065214688037749</id><published>2008-11-24T00:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T00:36:32.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;SLOW DANCE&lt;/u&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;David L. Weatherford&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever watched kids&lt;br /&gt;On a merry-go-round?&lt;br /&gt;Or listened to the rain&lt;br /&gt;Slapping on the ground?&lt;br /&gt;Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?&lt;br /&gt;Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?&lt;br /&gt;You better slow down.&lt;br /&gt;Don't dance so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Time is short.&lt;br /&gt;The music won't last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you run through each day&lt;br /&gt;On the fly?&lt;br /&gt;When you ask&lt;br /&gt;How are you?&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear the reply?&lt;br /&gt;When the day is done&lt;br /&gt;Do you lie in your bed&lt;br /&gt;With the next hundred chores&lt;br /&gt;Running through your head?&lt;br /&gt;You'd better slow down&lt;br /&gt;Don't dance so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Time is short.&lt;br /&gt;The music won't last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever told your child,&lt;br /&gt;We'll do it tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;And in your haste,&lt;br /&gt;Not see his sorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Ever lost touch,&lt;br /&gt;Let a good friendship die&lt;br /&gt;Cause you never had time&lt;br /&gt;To call and say,"Hi"&lt;br /&gt;You'd better slow down.&lt;br /&gt;Don't dance so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Time is short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music won't last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you run so fast to get somewhere&lt;br /&gt;You miss half the fun of getting there.&lt;br /&gt;When you worry and hurry through your day,&lt;br /&gt;It is like an unopened gift.....&lt;br /&gt;Thrown away.&lt;br /&gt;Life is not a race.&lt;br /&gt;Do take it slower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear the music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the song is over&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-1978065214688037749?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/1978065214688037749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=1978065214688037749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/1978065214688037749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/1978065214688037749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2008/11/slow-dance-have-you-ever-watched-kids.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-3216629119588402484</id><published>2008-11-19T18:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T18:59:12.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm bored. Sigh, I've been spamming animes, mangas and novels to pass time. &gt;.&lt; Just changed my blogskin, decided to keep it simple. Or maybe it's because i'm not in the mood of anything fanciful. I need to find something to do(besides going to school for ccas). TT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-3216629119588402484?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/3216629119588402484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=3216629119588402484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/3216629119588402484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/3216629119588402484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-4062315915580054447</id><published>2008-11-15T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T19:36:25.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everyone's on their way/going/already overseas. I'm jealous &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-4062315915580054447?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/4062315915580054447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=4062315915580054447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/4062315915580054447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/4062315915580054447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2008/11/everyones-on-their-waygoingalready.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-1767021545254085523</id><published>2008-11-14T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T21:27:07.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Modern had an outing yesterday=DD. It felt more like an extended lunch after dance practice actually but we spent a relaxing afternoon together. We went to caroline's house for lunch and gossiped much at the table, then our rest of the day was spent in her home theatre. Watched 2 movies : the notebook and center stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us bawled during the notebook, not going to say who. But seriously, put yourself in noah's shoes: after 7 years of separation and sorrow, you and your loved one have finally reunited, spent few decades together and BAM! Dementia caused her to forget you. You try everyday to help her remember what yall have had together but when you have your hopes high, she reacted violently once again, claiming that she doesn't know you. You're the only one left with all the fond memories. I won't be able to stand that.&lt;br /&gt;The notebook was also supposedly an emotional romance. However, for some reason, we ended up spotting weird stuff like wrong subtitles and nitty witty features, thus succeeding in turning the movie into a comedy. Oh and we also found out what char does at home. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for center stage, we woahed at all the imba moves. We found an imba-nianci guy. Basically our reaction was quite dramatic throughout the show. The show made me think a lot.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the night we headed to far east for dinner, which we went shopping after that. I think the highlight of the shopping would be the doraemon shirt with the teeny weeny protruding nose. Headed home then while the rest returned for the sleepover. TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was fun,wish it had never end.&lt;br /&gt;My feet are coming apart.TT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-1767021545254085523?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/1767021545254085523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=1767021545254085523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/1767021545254085523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/1767021545254085523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2008/11/modern-had-outing-yesterdaydd.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-2185354145322981048</id><published>2008-11-10T23:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T00:25:47.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's another day spent in school. Seriously, I'm spending more time in school than i do at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to have intensive dance practice today but due to my not-yet-recovered ankle injury, i can't go TT. Damn my left ankle. Thus i went for chouwei meeting which doesn't require much of my ankle. The meeting was very short, near 1.5 hours? Then the daodu had to go practise kaisheng. Ok i have a feeling many do not understand what i'm saying but...whatever. lol. So we went to clock tower initially and we realised it wasn't allowed, thus shifted to high school concourse. Hence if you happened to walk past high school at around 2-3pm on 10 november 2008, and heard shoutings, do not fear, it must be us. haha. The rest of chouwei came to join us. I must say i pity jon lee and karen, since they had to endure jasper singing and dancing sexyback all the way from lep room to the high school concourse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to have linner at cineleisure after that ( lunch + dinner = linner). I was feeling so guilty since i was supposed to be at dance, if it wasn't for my stupid ankle. Sensei specifically asked me to rest for a few days after my 2nd consultation on sunday. &gt;.&lt; Anyway the guys went to play pool while the girls and jon lee went to shop at taka for more food. We also went to take a look at the subaru car challenge. 2 words: no life. The cars are quite cheap actually but i guess this challenge serves as entertainment to them. If i have nothing better to do in future, i might go try. Torture yourself, with 5 minutes of break after every six hours and no sleep for few days and nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we had an interesting encounter. I shan't elaborate much here but it involves many balloons.=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to school for another meeting at 6.30, ended and thus i'm here at home, trying to think of something to do once again...-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh because i was so bored, i decided to lend jon quek a helping hand and tagged all the fac outing photos. Haha i bet he has nearly 80 notices now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to clarify, since people have been asking, i wasn't angry or pissed off that day. Also i did not storm off in anger, i just merely went to pick up a call at a quieter place. peace=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-2185354145322981048?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/2185354145322981048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=2185354145322981048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/2185354145322981048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/2185354145322981048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2008/11/todays-another-day-spent-in-school.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-5821421705308786470</id><published>2008-11-08T00:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T00:32:36.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The athena faculty event has come and passed. I would say it's one of the most successful faculty event we've been (not that we've been to many). It may just be a simple steamboat with class, but the event was very interactive. We had games that are very simple yet entertaining, photo taking sessions, song dedications and all. Overall, kudos to the athena faculty committee!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our class was quite imba. After eating steamboat, we ordered 6 extra large pizzas from canadian. Then, inspired by 6N, who was telling ghost stories at our class bence, we decided to have our own SCREAM and went for a night walk at high school. Well, it wasn't really scary. The most exciting part(to me) was ruining the couple's time outside "the kiddy room". As for the rest of the walk, it was mainly just heading towards the third gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm i think i shall just stop here and continue reading stephenie meyer's..=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-5821421705308786470?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/5821421705308786470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=5821421705308786470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/5821421705308786470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/5821421705308786470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2008/11/athena-faculty-event-has-come-and.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-799545679219953270</id><published>2008-11-07T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T01:18:33.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules and regulations :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;1.Each player of this game starts off with 10 weird things/habits/little know facts about yourself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;2.People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 10 weird things/habits/little known facts as well as state this rule clearly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;3.At the end, you need to choose 10 people to be tagged and list their names.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;4. No tags back!&lt;/p&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I've never taken an mrt ride until i'm 12 years old. My first ride was with my family and it was to try out how does taking an mrt ride feel like. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I almost lost three of my toes in secondary 4. Read this post for further details=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i-hope-this-is-not-too-long-for-you.blogspot.com/2007_01_26_archive.html"&gt;http://i-hope-this-is-not-too-long-for-you.blogspot.com/2007_01_26_archive.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I can sprain my ankles (both right and left) more than three times a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I did not dare to spout even a "shit" till i'm secondary 3 i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I was a member of the computer club in primary school. Hmm did robotics and stuff. Surprise surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I was a very serious and studious student till secondary 3. I was never lame till secondary 3. I'm serious here ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I don't like kids. Is this considered weird enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I always sleep at 3 to 4 am during the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I don't fancy sushi. I adore korean food instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I'm short sighted!! I actually wear spectacles but wear contacts to school everyday. Haha how many people are not aware of this??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dawn&lt;br /&gt;Enqi&lt;br /&gt;Eunice Goh&lt;br /&gt;Felicia&lt;br /&gt;Nianci&lt;br /&gt;Charmaine&lt;br /&gt;Valerie&lt;br /&gt;Shaoying&lt;br /&gt;Melissa&lt;br /&gt;Yichan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-799545679219953270?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/799545679219953270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=799545679219953270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/799545679219953270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/799545679219953270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2008/11/rules-and-regulations-1.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-8013446333769223208</id><published>2008-11-06T23:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:13:34.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: #333333 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: #333333 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 5px 5px 5px 35px; BORDER-LEFT: #333333 1px solid; WIDTH: 300px; COLOR: #000000; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #333333 1px solid" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th style="BORDER-RIGHT: #333333 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BACKGROUND: #ffddcc; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; MARGIN: 0px; FONT: bold 13px arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 210px; COLOR: #000000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #333333 1px solid; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Dating Strengths&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BACKGROUND: #ffddcc; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; MARGIN: 0px; FONT: bold 13px arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 210px; COLOR: #000000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #333333 1px solid; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Dating Weaknesses&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: #333333 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: #ffffff; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px/20px arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; VERTICAL-ALIGN: top; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 210px; COLOR: #000000; PADDING-TOP: 3px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; Friendliness - 75%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt; Financial Situation - 69.2%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&lt;/b&gt; Adventurousness - 66.7%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.&lt;/b&gt; Flirtiness - 62.5%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.&lt;/b&gt; Varied Interests - 57.1%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: #ffffff; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px/20px arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; VERTICAL-ALIGN: top; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 210px; COLOR: #000000; PADDING-TOP: 3px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; Appearance - 66.7%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: #333333 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: #333333 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 5px 5px 5px 35px; BORDER-LEFT: #333333 1px solid; WIDTH: 300px; COLOR: #000000; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #333333 1px solid" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BACKGROUND: #ffddcc; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; MARGIN: 0px; FONT: bold 13px arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 300px; COLOR: #000000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #333333 1px solid; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Dating Strengths Explained&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BACKGROUND: #ffffff; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px/20px arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 300px; COLOR: #000000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friendliness&lt;/b&gt; - Your friendliness makes you approachable and fun to be around. A wide circle of friends also works to your advantage on the dating scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Financial Situation&lt;/b&gt; - You've got your financial situation under control, which is a very desirable quality. Be careful to avoid guys who are only interested in your money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Adventurousness&lt;/b&gt; - You are willing to try new things and be spontaneous. You want to get out there and really live, and you will attract people with a similar love of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Flirtiness&lt;/b&gt; - Flirting is a good way to break the ice, and you are a pro at it. Being flirtatious will open up many dating opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Varied Interests&lt;/b&gt; - You don't limit yourself, and that's a dating asset. Your varied interests make you available and interesting to a wider range of guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: #333333 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BACKGROUND: #ffddcc; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; MARGIN: 0px; FONT: bold 13px arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 300px; COLOR: #000000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #333333 1px solid; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Dating Weaknesses Explained&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BACKGROUND: #ffffff; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px/20px arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 300px; COLOR: #000000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Appearance&lt;/b&gt; - Devoting a greater effort at making good first impressions is a must. Try to be fit and develop a style if you want to catch a guy's attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: #333333 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BACKGROUND: #ffddcc; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px/12px arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 300px; COLOR: #000000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.datingdiversions.com/dating_sw_quiz.html" target="_top"&gt;Dating Strengths and Weaknesses Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="300"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="300"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your dating personality profile:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Adventurous&lt;/b&gt; - Just sitting around the house is not something that appeals to you. You love to be out trying new things and really experiencing life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Athletic&lt;/b&gt; - Physical fitness is one of your priorities. You find the time to work athletic pursuits into your schedule. You enjoy being active.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Practical&lt;/b&gt; - You are a down-to-earth individual who is not impressed with material excess. You care about the stuff of like that really matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your date match profile:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Adventurous&lt;/b&gt; - You are looking for someone who is willing to try new things and experience life to its fullest. You need a companion who encourages you to take risks and do exciting things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Practical&lt;/b&gt; - You are drawn to people who are sensible and smart. Flashy, materialistic people turn you off. You appreciate the simpler side of living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Athletic&lt;/b&gt; - You aren't looking for a couch potato. You seek someone who is active and who keeps his body in top shape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 220px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Your Top Ten Traits&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Adventurous&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Athletic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Practical&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Liberal&lt;br /&gt;5. Big-Hearted&lt;br /&gt;6. Intellectual&lt;br /&gt;7. Romantic&lt;br /&gt;8. Wealthy/Ambitious&lt;br /&gt;9. Traditional&lt;br /&gt;10. Sensual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="300"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 200px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Your Top Ten Match Traits&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Adventurous&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Practical&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Athletic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Big-Hearted&lt;br /&gt;5. Conservative&lt;br /&gt;6. Outgoing&lt;br /&gt;7. Funny&lt;br /&gt;8. Intellectual&lt;br /&gt;9. Romantic&lt;br /&gt;10. Traditional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the Online &lt;a href="http://www.datingdiversions.com/"&gt;Dating Profile&lt;/a&gt; Quiz at &lt;a href="http://www.datingdiversions.com/"&gt;Dating Diversions&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-8013446333769223208?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/8013446333769223208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=8013446333769223208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/8013446333769223208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/8013446333769223208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2008/11/dating-strengths-dating-weaknesses-1.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-4810240191901674312</id><published>2008-11-05T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T22:50:35.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woo Obama won!! Lol i'm very satisfied with the results. I think he's very capable and he just made history by being the first black US president. That's what we need, breakthroughs! Obama ftw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with the submission of my final i&amp;amp;r today, PROJECT WORK IS FINALLY OVER!!!!! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't wait for my ankle to heal, then i'll be able to do sports and dance! Badminton, swimming, running, here i come! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just realised that there'll be a movie based on the novel "Twilight" in december. I'm intrigued by the trailer, thus i've decided to try out stephenie meyer's books.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-4810240191901674312?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/4810240191901674312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=4810240191901674312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/4810240191901674312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/4810240191901674312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2008/11/woo-obama-won-lol-im-very-satisfied.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-6400195682724095731</id><published>2008-11-03T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T20:59:25.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is so not my day. Let's just start from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had pw trial this morning in school and let's say that it is not a screw up at all. There were still some coordination problems. The slides have to be improved alot, which is currently what i'm working on. I have to work on my speech, my pronunciation of ( dippers and dipples -.-). My credit and effort was claimed, along with a victory dance. Woots.  Basically i ended pw with fury. I'm feeling quite sorry for zhiyang since i scolded him like twice since i've seen him in the morning. Ask the ones present at the class bench. I was pretty frustrated already with all the changes and well, he was there at the wrong time and place, talking about the wrong stuff. My apologies! But actually, it was quite funny with the original, crispy and extra crispy thing. I spout weird stuff when i'm irritated, especially with lame people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about lame, i'm literally "lame". My ankle wasn't feeling right since i woke up and just when i did pirouettes....fuck. Ooh..put ankles and fuck together and you get an...  ANKLE SPRAIN!! I totally abhor my left ankle now. It sucks man. And it wasn't into half of the training and i had to sit at the side watching them do routines while nursing my fucked-up ankle. I wish i can change my ankle. Knowing that my ankle will definitely not allow me to dance for the rest of the day, i left to see a sensei. And someone up there definitely has something going against meT_T :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It was raining and my slippers ain't exactly slip-proof, which means i had to exert an extra strength to prevent myself from falling. And the soil remnants and puddles of water on the ground did not help either. I was disgusted. Also i had to carry an umbrella, but ending up walking in the rain cos it was too troublesome. Thus i was drenched and it wasn't a short route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sarah left her shoe bag behind so i had to bring it home for her. Not blaming her=)) but ya, another baggage besides my laptop and bag full of clothes and an umbrella in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The nearest bus stop from the sensei was what, a few kilometres away? What the hell. With my injured ankle, it was torture walking on the slippery side-walks in the rain, crossing numerous traffic lights, travelling up "slippery slopes" looking like some damsel in distress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. After the consultation, I had to walk even further than before as the nearest bus stop for the return journey is even further. WTFFFFF.... Bt panjang sucks big time &gt;.&lt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Then i received an sms from my sister that i had to buy tomorrow's breakfast on my way home.( i had not told them about my situation). Thus i had to go lot 1 to buy breakfast, yet another thing added onto my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Oh, the escalator to that floor at lot 1 broke. -.- i had to walk manually dwn the escalators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think 6 points are enough to make my day hellish. The consultation wasn't easy and painless either. Had i been one who screams, i think people over at pasir ris could hear me. But nope, i held it in even though it was uber painful. The sensei was cold and merciless T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home and my mum scolded me. Surprise surprise. She said i can be the spokeperson of the sensei.-.- My sister laughed at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pending overseas trip to genting with dancers. I hope it succeeds and i'll be left to the job of persuading my mom. First round was held at the dinner table just now. Result: FAILED =(&lt;br /&gt;Well as Boxer from Animal Farm always says : " I will work harder"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I might not be able to get well by class outing. How great things turn out this way huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( the word "fuck" is essential to bring across my emotions through this post. Please excuse the use of this word and DON'T SAY I'M VULGAR!! You know who you are, king ant &gt;.&lt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-6400195682724095731?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/6400195682724095731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=6400195682724095731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/6400195682724095731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/6400195682724095731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-is-so-not-my-day.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-7200746384089624320</id><published>2008-11-02T01:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T02:00:01.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time is slipping through our fingers and it bothers me alot that we can never find a time to stop and take a breather. There's always something for us to complete, for us to solve, datelines to meet, and when we've done all that, new problems arises. Is this what life is about? Like geez...after a few decades attending school, we immediately go into work till 62 years old ( if it's still valid ) and if we are filthy rich by then ( most likely not), go tour around the world in our oh-so-strong-and-healthy bodies. Is that even possible? A sad life we have. Maybe all of us are just puppets controlled by someone above, borned to this world for his entertainment and fun.&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been reading random posts. It has come to me that people become more emo nearing the end of the year and we do lots of reflections intentionally or subconciously. Well tomorrow will be better=) Smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just broke my record by waking up at 3.30pm this afternoon.-.-&lt;br /&gt;I'm dreading the arrival of next week. T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-7200746384089624320?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/7200746384089624320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=7200746384089624320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/7200746384089624320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/7200746384089624320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2008/11/time-is-slipping-through-our-fingers.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-6652769786613222265</id><published>2008-10-29T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T21:03:24.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm definitely going to miss my J1 life..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-6652769786613222265?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/6652769786613222265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=6652769786613222265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/6652769786613222265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/6652769786613222265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-definitely-going-to-miss-my-j1-life.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-7949332505781246632</id><published>2008-10-29T00:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T00:52:42.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just reached home one hour ago ( current time is 12.45am), our exco meeting lasted for..hmm 4.5 hours and we are only half way through. Hit our whole new record. Yy and i were contemplating staying over till the principal's address tomorrow. Lol. Things are piling up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently i have :&lt;br /&gt;1. 2 attachments&lt;br /&gt;2. 2 CCAs&lt;br /&gt;3. preparations for 2 events&lt;br /&gt;4. 3 camps&lt;br /&gt;5. multiple lessons on the huang cheng techniques&lt;br /&gt;6. many proposals to write&lt;br /&gt;7. several outings&lt;br /&gt;8. few chalets&lt;br /&gt;and there are more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OVERWHELMED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn i should be sleeping now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-7949332505781246632?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/7949332505781246632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=7949332505781246632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/7949332505781246632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/7949332505781246632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-reached-home-one-hour-ago-current.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-7428972254748748094</id><published>2008-10-27T23:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T23:37:23.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watched my aunt play hotel 626, which i recommended to her. We turned the volume to the max and played several times. Actually it's quite exciting. I covered my ears and squinted my eyes. lol. So if you're bored and has absolutely nothing to do, do try it.=)) It's opened from 6pm to 6am daily.=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-7428972254748748094?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/7428972254748748094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=7428972254748748094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/7428972254748748094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/7428972254748748094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2008/10/watched-my-aunt-play-hotel-626-which-i.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-5851386273894591829</id><published>2008-10-26T00:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T01:04:31.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok it was damn scary please....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL right. I was emotionless all the way, smsing random people, trying to recognise the councilors and doing funny faces at them. I think the most pitiful councilor is the one hanging from the ladder. The ones in the toilet too, given that they have to stay in there and breathe in the oh-so-fragrant fumes. The scariest of all might go to the councilor who crawled out from the bottom of the table when rhea was telling the story. If i'm not wrong, she was chasing us on fours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My group was quite funny and ruined a lot of the stuff that the councilors intended to do to us. We washed hands in the toilet with "bloody" water in the sink and councilors attempting to scare us. And i tried to flick the hair of the councilor with her hair down in front of her face but i was stopped by qihan.=( How anti-climax is that. To add on, we were damn lag so that might be the reason why it wasn't scary at all. Oh, and i got knocked into the door frame of lt 3 by zhiyang. This is why two people shouldn't enter the lt at one time.&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't manage to take part in the maze as there was a 40 minute waiting time. By then, i woudn't have a bus to go home. Oh well, i got the details though.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights of the day:&lt;br /&gt;1. There are SO MANY couples in school.&lt;br /&gt;2. Many showed their humji side today.=P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-5851386273894591829?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/5851386273894591829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945014&amp;postID=5851386273894591829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/5851386273894591829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945014/posts/default/5851386273894591829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/2008/10/ok-it-was-damn-scary-please.html' title=''/><author><name>me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352108220029825355</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-7945014.post-7602995126903512248</id><published>2008-10-24T15:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T15:56:23.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg the amazing things that the human body can perform...it never fail to amaze me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-7602995126903512248?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/7602995126903512248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Crush -David Archuleta&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hung up the phone tonight&lt;br /&gt;Something happened for the first time deep inside&lt;br /&gt;It was a rush, what a rush'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause the possibility&lt;br /&gt;That you would ever feel the same way about me&lt;br /&gt;It's just too much, just too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I keep running from the truth?&lt;br /&gt;All I ever think about is you&lt;br /&gt;You got me hypnotized, so mesmerized&lt;br /&gt;And I've just got to know&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think when you're all alone&lt;br /&gt;All that we can be, where this thing can go?&lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy or falling in love?&lt;br /&gt;Is it real or just another crush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you catch a breath when I look at you?&lt;br /&gt;Are you holding back like the way I do?'&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm trying and trying to walk away&lt;br /&gt;But I know this crush ain't goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayy&lt;br /&gt;Goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has it ever crossed your mind&lt;br /&gt;When we're hanging, spending time girl, are we just friends?&lt;br /&gt;Is there more, is there more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See it's a chance we've gotta take'&lt;br /&gt;Cause I believe that we can make this into something that will last&lt;br /&gt;Last forever, forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think when you're all alone&lt;br /&gt;All that we can be, where this thing can go?&lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy or falling in love?&lt;br /&gt;Is it real or just another crush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you catch a breath when I look at you?&lt;br /&gt;Are you holding back like the way I do?'&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm trying and trying to walk away&lt;br /&gt;But I know this crush ain't goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayy&lt;br /&gt;Goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I keep running from the truth?&lt;br /&gt;All I ever think about is you&lt;br /&gt;You got me hypnotized, so mesmerized&lt;br /&gt;And I've just got to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think when you're all alone&lt;br /&gt;All that we can be, where this thing can go?&lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy or falling in love?&lt;br /&gt;Is it real or just another crush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you catch a breath when I look at you?&lt;br /&gt;Are you holding back like the way I do?'&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm trying and trying to walk away&lt;br /&gt;But I know this crush ain't goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayy&lt;br /&gt;This crush ain't goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayy&lt;br /&gt;Goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayy&lt;br /&gt;Goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayy&lt;br /&gt;Goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945014-7201105283370698339?l=olivejooice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivejooice.blogspot.com/feeds/7201105283370698339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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