<?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-8534796</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:33:42.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>miss jeanniee.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>163</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-112212240340983483</id><published>2005-07-23T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T20:40:04.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gym dinner.</title><content type='html'>omg gym dinner last night was a blast ! :D&lt;br /&gt;okay anyhow c div won first and b div didnt. so i dont really wanna talk bout it anyways hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;we had combined gym dinner with rgs and rjc at swensens. rocks please. hah.&lt;br /&gt;there were like over 50 of us and we were damn loud i swear hahaha. and rgs they're this bunch of sweetie pies my gawd. they gave us so many gifts! and then we surprised them with ice cream la. but i think they still did more. cos gerry bought this cake for pamela. it was her birthday yesterday, happy birthday pam! :]&lt;br /&gt;and i think we all felt bad cos pamelas from ij and gerry paid for the cake herself. myy myy so sweet please. oh wells. then we took lots of photos and it was really fun. heh. and i ate pizza and shared this huge ice cream with venalie and i ate a lil of the cake too. now im so sick of cookies and cream hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;oh then i think joyce took mels phone and we all went to the toilet and read the messages from cavan hahahha. jolene's so cute! she hid inside the cubicle and read it out for us cos people were barging into the toilet hahahha. retardedness. (:&lt;br /&gt;then when we went back outside, most people were leaving already but then the bills were real messy so we stayed back to clear it up. then later left with andrea nicole pamela joyce mel venalie christabel amanda to the train station. met jolene pauline michelle and rebekah beatrice there. we all sat on the floor in the train hahaha talking bout ahem. HAHA. so funnnyyy.&lt;br /&gt;then came home and i was so tired. called bestie and we talked till like twelve plus hah.&lt;br /&gt;today went for cip my gawd so horrible. i hate that doel i swear. i thinkk thats her name okay seriously i dont really remember her queer name. HAHA. shes the most annoying brat around i swear EEKS.  and the best parts that im gonna be stuck with her for like dont know how many months la wtf. EEEEW. hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;alrights and i seriously cannot tolerate someone please. my gawd hes getting on my nerves. and i find him more and more irritating each day hahaha. wth please. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;anyways before i go, just wanted to say this:&lt;br /&gt;RGS YOU GUYS ROCK ! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i really wanna hear you say &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that you know just how it feels&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to have it all and let it slip away, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;can't you see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;even though the moment's gone, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm still holding on somehow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wishing i could change the way the world goes round.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-112212240340983483?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/112212240340983483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=112212240340983483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/112212240340983483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/112212240340983483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2005/07/gym-dinner.html' title='gym dinner.'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-112169736435961620</id><published>2005-07-18T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T22:36:04.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last training. :(</title><content type='html'>omg such a freaking fun and sad day today. HURR. haha.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells they didnt change our places today. gonna change next week i guess. haha.&lt;br /&gt;and im gonna miss the amath and emath tests this friday. HAHA. :)&lt;br /&gt;anyways. after school, left with andrea mel nicole and pamela to novena square to collect the gym shirts. :] damn nice! except that the back pic was a lil small. oh wells. and we're gonna sew our names on it! hahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;yupp then we headed to united square to eat pizza! YUMM. :D cos we all saw the nice nice pizza pictures in the newspaper today hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;and we ate alot i tell you. alot. but lesser than mel and andrea! hahha. mel and andrea gobbled up half of pamela's baked pasta and then they shared another baked pasta and pizza. hahaha. nicole and i shared the lasagne and pizza! and the pizza took damn long to arrive. we were all complaining hahhaa. and melissa kept disturbing her friend sitting infront of us. TSK! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;alrights then after lunch, we went for training! and the taxi drivers are so annoying! they dont allow us into one cab. HURR. irritants. hahaha. so we had to split up. and then mel andrea and i got the cranky driver. omg hes so freaking rude and irritating! he was like hello in the very rude way and he dont know his way around spore, he had to ask us. what a loser please. and he kept cleaning his mouth making those disgusting noises. EEKS. and whatever it is hes just super stupid and crude. hahaha bad bad ride.&lt;br /&gt;anyways then we trained. aaahhhh im so freaking scared for competition on wednesday. and trainings making us more vulgar. HAHA. cos each time we can't pao or do something properly, we'll go "fuck". HAHA. thats team spirit. :] HAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;and yes we kinda freak that eyecandy, daryl out today hahaha. we were like HI DARYL each time we see him. hahah okay actually we only said that twice la. hahhaha. it was so funny please. OH. then mel and i were rolling on the mats HAHAHA. we were synchronised k! dont play play. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;okay then after playing for awhile, we trained seriously. really. haha. and then venalie got super depressed cos she couldnt pao properly and shes super stressed cos that paos like near to one mark. and its quite alot i suppose. ): VENALIE CHEER UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAJITI;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;don't be too nervous on wednesday k. we can do it! just like during training. (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know you know we're had some good times ,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now they have their own hiding place. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can promise you tomorrow, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I can't buy back yesterday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll be there for you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These five words I swear to you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Words can't say what a love can do, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll be there for you!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;melissa, joyce, venalie, amanda, christabel. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love all of you plenty. :] no matter what, we'll stick by each other k. and we'll do our best on wednesday. DAJITI ROCKS. :]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mel joyce and i were just talking bout how we used to find each other irritating last time. and now. we're like damn close. ALL OF US. we have SO MUCH FUN during all these intensive training sessions. we'll do something stupid before and after dinner, and we'll laugh it off like in the middle of some place and people'll stare at us. hahahha. it was so much fun. i'll miss all these times. when we would curse coach for being so biased, bitch bout people, scold that zhaosheng behind his back cos he annoys us twenty four seven. whine during training, the damn tiring road to food haven. having waffles almost everyday for dinner. ran in the rain. looking for scrungies hahaha. complain bout not having space to train. the damn cooling dance studio. freaking out whenever venalie says she wanna cut her hair. venalie cracking our backs with so much force. mel's retardedness. joyce's lame jokes. amanda's sarcastic way of replying. venalie being really sick. I'LL MISS ALL OF THAT. ):&lt;br /&gt;i wanna cry now. today was our last training session. last. hurr. after competition, only memories will be left. i really dont want. i wish we could continue training everyday. yes its super tiring, but we were really happy.&lt;br /&gt;DAJITI05 I'LL MISS ALL OF YOU. I LOVE YOU ALL. WE CAN MAKE IT TO THE FINALS. DONT WORRY. SMILE. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-112169736435961620?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/112169736435961620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=112169736435961620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/112169736435961620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/112169736435961620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2005/07/last-training_18.html' title='last training. :('/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-112134986159834408</id><published>2005-07-14T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T22:04:21.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tsk.</title><content type='html'>omfg wtf. my gawd please. i haven do amath yet and theres like plenty of questions to do, so what the hell am i doing online. HURR.&lt;br /&gt;anyways. training was damn tiring this week. im like drained out of energy. so glad we're NOT gonna train in school tomorrow. cos i really dont wanna stay back tomorrow. HURR.&lt;br /&gt;ohh yeah and we haven finish taping our hoops yet hahaha. and yayys tomorrow we're gonna go out and buy AHEM and our hair accesories! hahahaha. :] the whole of dajiti okay! we rock. :]&lt;br /&gt;and yes yes test on sat. trying the mats on tues. competition on wed. ahhh finals on fri! we must make it to the finals please! oh and if anyone is interested, competition on wenesday's like at round four to five plus in the evening, do come down and support us! :] heh.&lt;br /&gt;alrighty i better go off now. laters! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when it's over,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that's the time I fall in love again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when it's over&lt;br /&gt;that's the time you're in my heart again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;and it never ends.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-112134986159834408?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/112134986159834408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=112134986159834408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/112134986159834408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/112134986159834408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2005/07/tsk.html' title='tsk.'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-112099263483846122</id><published>2005-07-10T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T18:50:34.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I DONT KNOW WHAT IT IS THAT MAKES ME FEEL LIKE THIS I DONT KNOW WHO YOU ARE BUT YOU MUST BE SOME KIND OF SUPERSTAR COS YOU GOT ALL EYES ON YOU NO MATTER WHERE YOU ARE&lt;br /&gt;YOU JUST MAKE ME WANNA PLAY ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CRAVE FOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECRET RECEIPE. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. ahhh training tomorrow! -faints- RGS's gonna be there i suppose. SIGH. oh wells. oh oh i got a new phone. YAYY. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-112099263483846122?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/112099263483846122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=112099263483846122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/112099263483846122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/112099263483846122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-dont-know-what-it-is-that-makes-me.html' title=''/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-112092260151959451</id><published>2005-07-09T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T23:23:22.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sat !</title><content type='html'>omfg i missed cip today! AHH WTH LAH. hahha. cos i had diarrhoea. hahahha. so annoying please. now what am i gonna do hurr. go alone after they've completed theirs? ahhhh i dont want. hurr.&lt;br /&gt;anyways. so i stayed at home and slept the whole day. not really sleep. haah cos you know. had to go to the toilet frequently. HAHA. sick.&lt;br /&gt;ya soooooo i did my homework. yayys. and and and my muscles are aching. hurr. how to train on monday! and did i mention that rgs is damn pro?! my gawd i wanna faint lah please. hahahha. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;and im so sad and annoyed and pissed and depressed and angry and and and. i dont know. hahha. i feel like killing myself. and i'm gonna die of regret. HAHAHA. okay only some people will know what im talking about. hahhaha. oh wells. i wanna go sleep now. bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thats right baby &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm going crazy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i need to be your lady&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i've been thinking lately&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that you and me, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yes we can make it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just ride with me, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;roll with me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm in love with you baby.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-112092260151959451?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/112092260151959451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=112092260151959451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/112092260151959451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/112092260151959451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2005/07/sat.html' title='sat !'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-112065031523358059</id><published>2005-07-06T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T19:45:17.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hurr.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;oh no, there you go again &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're so trying to pretend i don't know exactly what you are thinking about me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but you don't know that i feel the same &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm so tired of playin' games. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you just afraid i won't be feeling you? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but baby, you'll see. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i've got what you need and more &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but you've got to make it yours.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i've got what you want for sure. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so what are you baby waiting for? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;baby, i already know that you want me ,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so what will it take for you to tell me? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm down for you; to be with you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all you've got to say is,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bring it to me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why are you procrastinating? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;leaving me anticipating to be with you; be down for you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all you've got to say is, bring it to me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so now we're all alone &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;got your chance to let me know. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no reason to let time go by,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ain't getting no where. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so if i make a move then would you care? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;could you handle it from there? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you're ready, get your shit together. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cos i ain't ever gonna wait forever. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i've got what you need and more &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but you've got to make it yours &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i've got what you want for sure &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so what are you baby waiting for? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;boy, you got me fantasizing, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;about the things that we could do. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and now my temperature is rising, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what's it gonna take to be with you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-112065031523358059?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/112065031523358059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=112065031523358059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/112065031523358059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/112065031523358059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2005/07/hurr.html' title='hurr.'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-112048423332369575</id><published>2005-07-04T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T21:37:13.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sentosa.</title><content type='html'>today was cool. haha charm's message woke me up. even though i woke up late i was still earlier than emily ong la. HURR. hahaha. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to take the cable car to sentosa, but it was under maintenance or something. HURR. we went at the wrong time la okay. so we took the shuttle bus there. then walked walked walked. got anderson's ice cream! YUMM. then took the tram ride to siloso beach. emy and char tanned there, while charm and i slacked on the mats. hahha. we were bored after taking pictures, so we went to 7 eleven to get drinks for them and ourselves. haha we're nice people i know. :]&lt;br /&gt;haha neways i decided to walk there cos i didnt think that it was THAT far. and when we walked past the tram station, the tram stopped there and drove past us. haha charm was cursing me la. HAHA. oops. and the sun was like scorching hot i swear. i got a tan even though i didnt tan. okay wth. hahaha. so we walked like 12km and finally ot the drinks. we took the tram back la. we're not dumb. HAHA. then ran into charm's cousin. hahha. winks. oh oh i swear the driver went mad. hahhaha they should like install safety belts in the tram. HURR. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;when we got back, char and emy finished tanning already. aha. then we lalaed for awhile before packing up.&lt;br /&gt;took a cab to town cos it was so bloody hot. HAHA. then we were so dumb please. we stopped at cine then we went to cartel and then we decided to walk all the way to the nydc at wheelock to eat. hahahha! oh i saw my fated gwen at cine again! hahha helloo! and eunice and ana and people. alrights so we went ny. and theres this waiter. and charm kept making fun of him. hahahha. tsk! anyways. i had pizza. YUMM. :]&lt;br /&gt;then after lunching, went to walk around. after that charm ditched us to go meet her other half haha. so we continued walking around before settling down at some steps. so not interesting. -looks at emy and char- hahaha. we sat there and started talking about dinosaurs. HAHA. so retarded laa. then after a short while, we all went home.&lt;br /&gt;went swimming when i came home cos i felt so warm. haha my mom forgot how to swim haha so funny please.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. theres school tomorrow. i dont wanna goooooo. hurr. pouts. oh wells. and theres training tomorrow toos. HURR. omg two more weeks to competiton la. aaaah. i hope everything goes well tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you just came into my world,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i just opened the door;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how could i be such a fool,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;now all i think about is you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-112048423332369575?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/112048423332369575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=112048423332369575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/112048423332369575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/112048423332369575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2005/07/sentosa.html' title='sentosa.'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-112014111037013734</id><published>2005-06-30T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T22:18:30.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heh.</title><content type='html'>i love training please. a sense of satisfaction. and excitment cos competition's just round the corner. :] im scared. hahha.&lt;br /&gt;anyways. i swear ms yap is damn queer. haha. after school i handed in this pile of chem holiday assignment to her. and i was like ten people didnt bring, then she was like scream at them. HAHA. my gawd shes hilarious. hahhaha. then julie leong officially declared that we can sleep in her class. HAHA ROCKS. hahahha. :]&lt;br /&gt;okay anyhow lunched with joyce michelle and rebecca. then took bus to ccab. then we did our homeworkk in the air con room! haha rocks please. then when mel came we were teasing her again. cos coughs was there. HAHA. damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;anyhow coach is so annoying la. i swear my hoop was high enough okay and she kept saying i cant pao properly. helloo the hoop and the balls didnt even clash la. whats her problem. HURR. and that zhaosheng is irritating la. kept commenting. HURR. eeyer.&lt;br /&gt;neways i didnt see my eyecandy today. ): hurr. so sad la. hahha. the little rgym girls are so cute. hahaha. but my eyecandy is cuter. yes thanks joyce now i know hes around eleven and his name is daryl(or whatever, hahah i forgot). :] HAHA. and i dont wanna share with you laaaa. you have mc. HAHA. winks.&lt;br /&gt;alrights im so tired and my back is aching so i wanna go sleep now. haha. laters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wont talk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wont breathe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wont move till you finally see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that you belong with me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you might think i dont look,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but deep inside in the corner of my mind,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;im attached to you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;im weak, its true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cos im afraid to know the answer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;do you want me too?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cos my heart keeps falling faster.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-112014111037013734?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/112014111037013734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=112014111037013734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/112014111037013734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/112014111037013734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2005/06/heh.html' title='heh.'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-112004754784126014</id><published>2005-06-29T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T20:19:07.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hurr.</title><content type='html'>today was pretty cool. haha. i didnt felt sleepy at all during ss. and im gonna miss mrs tan. hurr. today was our last lesson with her. i dont want yousuff. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;yeap anyways got scolded by julie leong again during chinese. haha. my my. i find her more and more entertaining and hilarious. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;okay yupp so after school i went to sell the chem answer sheets. HAHA. not literally laaa. okay ya so after that walked to the interchange with yuling and lil charlene. heh. shes so rubbish la. haha. then yuling was still suffering from gastric. so being the usual nice me, i helped her get her book from popular. HAHA. get well soon yuling! :]&lt;br /&gt;then after that i realised something. haha so i went back home. and thus i was late in meeting mel. SORRY mel!&lt;br /&gt;ohh and sorry roy. i didnt know you called. SORRY! and you could have inform me earlier though! haha. oh wells no fate huh. another time! :]&lt;br /&gt;okay then i cabbed to tp la. haha wth. then we ate at macs. HAHA. then we were like 5 mins late for ballet. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;neways! i think we are the oldest in the class. hahha. and its freaking grade 5 la. cos we forgot everything that we learnt. oh wells. hahaha. and my muscles were aching from yesterdays training. ballet just made it worse. and theres training tomorrow. HURR. hahahha. im gonna go get a mc for friday la. cos i dont think i'll be able to walk. HAHA. okay kidding.&lt;br /&gt;yayys got no homework today. heh. im enjoying ballet and rgym. jeas a happy girl! :]&lt;br /&gt;and i cant wait to see my small leeetweer eyecandy tomorrow. MEL AND JOYCE HANDS OFF! HAHA. HES SO CUTE LA. :] hahha he'll grow up to be a fine young man! haha like im damn old. oh wells! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's the only explanation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to the question at hand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;like years of pain gone away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in a single day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there's nothing that compares to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the way you make me feel inside.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-112004754784126014?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/112004754784126014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=112004754784126014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/112004754784126014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/112004754784126014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2005/06/hurr.html' title='hurr.'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-111971257983380186</id><published>2005-06-25T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T23:16:20.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>im so sad laaaa.&lt;br /&gt;firstly, cos im no where close to finishing my holiday homework.&lt;br /&gt;secondly, i know stella ho's gonna kill me on monday cos i didnt collect my emath paper.=/&lt;br /&gt;thirdly, i dont wanna go for jap class tomorrow/anymore. and im wasting daddys money. so hes gonna kill me for that.):&lt;br /&gt;fourth, my paos are so horrible and i have no way to go practise them.&lt;br /&gt;fifth, i haven watch initial d! HURR.&lt;br /&gt;sixth, i want that long skirrrt.&lt;br /&gt;seventh. mommy refuses to buy me that heels from urs.&lt;br /&gt;eight. i feel faaaat. cos i ate this big bowl of rice poured with OIL. EEKS.&lt;br /&gt;nine, i haven recieve any messages from ahem since monday. HURR. ):&lt;br /&gt;tenth. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;I MISS AHEM&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HURR. okay i feel better now. after i've confessed my ten sins/desires. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;i saw ahem online today but i still appeared offline. haha. not that if i appear online we'll talk right. so. ya. and im still waaaiting. HURR. =/&lt;br /&gt;anyways. i must complete all my homework by tomorrow please. to reduce my melancholy. HAHA. emys coming back. yayys. i have something to show you! (: heh. oh and char too. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;haha and anyone whom im close to la. buuuut im not mentioning names. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;okayyy i cant wait to go enrol for ballet on monday! i cant wait for school to be over on monday. its gonna be a damn looong day. HURR. ):&lt;br /&gt;and and and. I MISS MY FRIENDS. ):&lt;br /&gt;so i wanna see them all on monday! and go home right after that. HAHA. i wishh. HURR.&lt;br /&gt;ohh. and i dont know what to get for bestie. her birthdays coming. haha. hello bestie if your reading this, tell me what you want la! hahha save me the thinking. lol. haha okay hint hint ah so that i'll know what to get for you. i know. 5566 DOESNT WORK ANYMORE. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;OHH I THINK I KNOW WHAT TO GET FOR BESTIE ALREADY. (: HEH.&lt;br /&gt;okay i know i sound like im talking to myself huhh.=/ haha oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;ah! and i wanna mention that i think fencing is so cool! i wanna learn how to fence. haha. i know theres this fencing class in united square. anyone interested tell me okay! then we'll go join together!(: hahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;okay im staying awake till like two tonight please. HURR. i wanna do my homeworkk. HAHA. i must be devoted to my studies! -looks at michelle- HAHA. must get my 5 As please. and first, second or third for competiton! haha must remind myself that like everyday? haha i dont wanna stop blogging la. cos i have nothing to do. LOL. okay okay i'll go like dream or something now. haha. ciaos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i never know boy, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if i should stay or go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cos the games that you play&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;are driving me away...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-111971257983380186?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/111971257983380186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=111971257983380186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111971257983380186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111971257983380186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post_25.html' title=':('/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-111962075502507622</id><published>2005-06-24T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T22:02:32.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>training!</title><content type='html'>i tell you. training today was hell please! my gawd. dont know whats wrong with all the coaches la. they were all pmsing today. haha! coach scolded us like hell and then kept making us repeat like small portions of the routine. and we didnt even like did any complete routine today. so annoying! and then that zhaosheng was also scolding his group of people. mel saw will teared. haha. its not funny la. ya so poor thing. okay and anyways. haha venalie is so lame la. she kept teasing me about that person when everyone like dislike that person. HAHA. except for sheryl dear eh? -winks. hahaha.(:&lt;br /&gt;and melissa dear! we must start ballet soon yes!(:&lt;br /&gt;okay so after training, joyce and i went town. wanted to watch ghost train so badly! but they freaking have screwed up time slots! PFFT. hurr. so we ended up watching mr and mrs smith. hahaha. mel we were fated to watch that show la. hahaha. but watch ghost train with us! its just as nice!(:&lt;br /&gt;okay then we went to this cocacola place for lunch. haha the foods nice.(: then after lunch went for the movie! its a damn good show! (:&lt;br /&gt;okay then after the movie we went to that cafe. dont know what friends cafe. HAHA. for the strawberry drinkk! okay i forgot what it is called. hahaha. and that place is so cool please. i wanna go there again!(:&lt;br /&gt;okay then after that we went home. got my emath tys. eeeks. haha. oh! i only completed english and like the first page of amath. wth? i still have two pages of amath! one whole chunk of physics, one whole lot of emath tys. two chem papers! and i bloody hell didnt collect my emath paper. im so dead la. and oh i still have to prepare some stupid chinese oral stuff which i dont plan to do. haha and have to study for that stupid ss test! ss on monday ah! HURR. and to do all those, i have like two days. haah madness please! i dont know how im gonna do all that. HURR. ahhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;and competition is drawing nearer and nearer. im so scared la. HURR. we better get THIRD! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's the way you walk&lt;br /&gt;and the way you talk.&lt;br /&gt;and you realy got style&lt;br /&gt;it's the way you move and&lt;br /&gt;the way you groove&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;i love your smile.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-111962075502507622?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/111962075502507622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=111962075502507622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111962075502507622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111962075502507622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2005/06/training.html' title='training!'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-111927114603775792</id><published>2005-06-20T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T21:09:41.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>hello today rocks.(:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. well. firstly. because i managed to start doing my homeworkk. yayys!&lt;br /&gt;and i started with amath! but i only completed the first page! HAHA. and i have like three more to go. and i haven start on physics yet. haha and i almost spelt physics as psychic. hahah i bet some people do get mixed up right! HAHA. okay i know that was funny. hahahahha! okay kidding. and people please stop uttering rubbishh on my poor tagboard! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;and and and i love my phone please. hahaha not the outside though. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;okay lastly. god bless me for tomorrows training! must must must throw the hoop properly!(:&lt;br /&gt;and and and also. guanyu please chill. haha and god bless guanyus friend rachel's tagboard too. hahaha. (:&lt;br /&gt;i feel so kind and nice.(: hahahha! okay okay i better stop typing now. tah!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's here, it's now, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;open your eyes and see it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;right here, right now, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;open your eyes to love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you've been down on yourself &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thinking something's wrong,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wondering why love has never found you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't you know its been right here all along,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if only you look around you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-111927114603775792?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/111927114603775792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=111927114603775792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111927114603775792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111927114603775792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post_20.html' title='(:'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-111919004242880835</id><published>2005-06-19T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T22:07:22.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ahem.</title><content type='html'>i have to declare something before more people get the wrong idea. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;okay miss noelle yong. first of all. 18th of june yesterday is NOT that stupid one year anniversery okay! hahaha. its just some loser flying home again. haha!&lt;br /&gt;okay i shall be nice. its just &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;*ahem backk in spore again.(:&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt; haha.&lt;br /&gt;okay anyays. i just read my archives. haha omg so stupid la. and this year pass by really fast. haha. dont know why also. and last year was so dumb please. hahha no more what so ever anniverseries. -looks at noelle- hahahha. okay jeas a happy person!(:&lt;br /&gt;and and and i have to complete my homework soon please! and and and! listening to the routine song makes me so so so scared and excited and nervous and tired! and happyy! hahahha. i love that song. and and and. i'd love for competition to be over too. (:&lt;br /&gt;heh. lalala initial d please!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;everytime i breathei take you in,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and my heart beats again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;baby i can't help it,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you keep me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;drowning in your love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-111919004242880835?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/111919004242880835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=111919004242880835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111919004242880835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111919004242880835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2005/06/ahem.html' title='ahem.'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-111891947823586956</id><published>2005-06-16T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T18:57:58.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yayyness. :D</title><content type='html'>omg omg todays training was cool please.(:&lt;br /&gt;the paos were sooo muchh better than tuesday's! and we did all our paos and all really quickly today and that means that we hardly drop our apparatus during the paos. yayness!(:&lt;br /&gt;now i guess we just have to practice more and be &lt;strong&gt;less tense.&lt;/strong&gt; hahaha djt will know what i mean right by less tense. hahahha! okay so i guess we're fine for now!&lt;br /&gt;ahhh one more month to competition! and one more week to school repoens! and i haven done any homeworkk yet! aahhhh. okay i guess i've got to get some workk done pronto!&lt;br /&gt;ohh and i love anna sui's stuff please. so pretty! i must save up and buy that pretty mirror!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if i told you how i feel about you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;would you say the same? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and if i wrote it in a letter,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;would you keep it or throw it away?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i never thought i'd feel the way i'm feeling lately&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when everything you seem to do &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just drives me crazy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-111891947823586956?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/111891947823586956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=111891947823586956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111891947823586956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111891947823586956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2005/06/yayyness-d.html' title='yayyness. :D'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-111874527629727539</id><published>2005-06-14T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T11:14:41.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You and *ahem* are flying high today!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Prepare for a communication breakdown -- stock up on flares and be ready to ask for a jump start. One minute, the two of you are tearing along like this is the autobahn; you've got the chat window going top speed, and messages are flying. The next minute, there's a terrible screeching, crashing noise -- it's one of those 'what the heck do they mean by THAT?' moments, or, worse, one where it seems like they're saying something awful. More likely, you're completely misunderstanding each other. Time for one of those flares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;HAHA. friendster's horoscope thingy is so accurate please. omg. hahaha.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;and i censored the name. so dont bother guessing. hahaha. oh wells. im still angryy. hurrhurr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;anyways. had training today. aahhh please. couldnt throw my hoop today. i almost wanted to cryy. hahaha. my hoop was like so damn low today? bleahh.&lt;br /&gt;alrights. holidays coming to an end soon. and i haven done any homeworkk yet. how great. hah.&lt;br /&gt;and and and. i dont like england. hmmph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-111874527629727539?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/111874527629727539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=111874527629727539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111874527629727539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111874527629727539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2005/06/haha.html' title='haha.'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-111857604938357941</id><published>2005-06-12T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T19:34:09.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>come home soon.</title><content type='html'>it's been two days and i'm missing you already.&lt;br /&gt;never really thought you could mean so much in such a little time.&lt;br /&gt;think about the nights when i'm lying in your bed with my chest resting your head,&lt;br /&gt;now that you're gone i'm here to stay.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm falling down. down down down.&lt;br /&gt;with a bad case of love. love love love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i think i'm falling for you&lt;/em&gt;. you you you.&lt;br /&gt;i think, i'm falling in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you come back all i wanna do is hold you&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;have a blast even though there's nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;hold you close and look you in the eyes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so just come back and i'll tell you how i feel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never knew how easy you could steal my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss you come home soon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos i know that you won't be home when i call you.&lt;br /&gt;you're in England now,&lt;br /&gt;i hope that you'll be home soon&lt;br /&gt;cos i know that you won't be there when i call you,&lt;br /&gt;now .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-111857604938357941?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/111857604938357941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=111857604938357941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111857604938357941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111857604938357941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2005/06/come-home-soon.html' title='come home soon.'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-111823529603233408</id><published>2005-06-08T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T20:54:56.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterday.</title><content type='html'>ooooh yesterday was a blast!(:&lt;br /&gt;had training as usual. haha did with the music continuously. then everyone was like rushing and stuff. was tiring but fun. but then coach started scolding, so everyone was rather serious. heh.&lt;br /&gt;edrea and amelia came to visit us! hahaha. was fun.&lt;br /&gt;then after training, we took pics outside ccab. haha so funny please. then mel and i took at the bus stop also, but her bus came, so we had to stop. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, went town with amelia and edrea. edrea laaaa dont want cartel, so we went nydc. haha. was so fun there. we took pics also. and talked like alot. haha. then! went to walk around. went far east and we tried on the shades! goshh so pretty the shades. i want iwant! but i dont think i'll wear it out. hahahha. its so retro and nice but a lil weird. hahaha. but anyways! it was so funny cos we werent allowed to take pics, but we didnt know so we took and the man dont know haha. and the flash was on please. HAHA. we're brilliant please.(:&lt;br /&gt;yeahh then went home after that. wanted to blog but people kept hurrying me to upload the pics.-glares- hahhaa. then it was like friendster time online yesterday please. haha all the eyecandies. i found amelia her new eyecandy! hahaha. and joyce and i were laughing at some gay pics. HAHHA. i know. so mean. but it was so funny. hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;yeap so that was yesterday. haha. today was so boring. wanted to do chem, but ended up sleeping. hahha. gotta go buy paper tomorrow. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm gonna smile so you can find the courage&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laugh, so you won't see me hurtin'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm gonna let you go in style&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And even if it kills me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm gonna smile&lt;/em&gt; .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-111823529603233408?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/111823529603233408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=111823529603233408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111823529603233408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111823529603233408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2005/06/yesterday.html' title='yesterday.'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-111796012697603740</id><published>2005-06-05T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T23:09:17.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>: D</title><content type='html'>haha today was fun.(:&lt;br /&gt;went for lessons in the morning. weiting was being an ass please. haha. she was drawing the characters on every page of her book?! haha so retarded please. and oh oh. we overheard jon and esther's conversation. HAHA. he was saying about his dates with his girlfriend. HAHA. and they went to watch starwars on the second date and they went to the zoo on their third date? HAHA. so funny please. i was like laughing and laughing. and he refused to let me see the picture he and his girlfriend took. SO MEAN. he showed esther and never show us. fine. haha. i'll forgive him on the account that he sends me jap notes every week. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;anyways. after lesson we walked out to the notice board there. then that guy whom i find so gay and forgot his name(HAHA) was like looking at one of the posters on the board. and there's this racoon? okay i dont know what it is. but it was like standing on two legs. and he went oh its so cool it actually can stand on two legs. so weiting was like ya ya, must be a human in disguise. HAHA. and he was like really? omg how did they do it, it seems so real. OMG PLEASE. HAHA. i was like laughing at the staircase there. he's so guillable! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;okay. then went to great world city for lunch with mommy. aah i swear im never eating at kenny rogers again? i had like a bad bad tummyache. grrr. oh and i saw mrs eugenia lee-tan. hahaha. she was staring at me please. i was so freaked out. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;anyways. ya after that stupid meal. i was like dying please. haha. then i couldnt get my zara skirt.): cos i had to rush to the toilet. HAHA. sounds abit sickk here. but ya! haha.&lt;br /&gt;i shall leave out the details in the toilet. hahaha. then came home. and i was hungry please. ahha. anyhow! enough about that. heh. ooh i can't wait for tuesday. edrea's coming to visit us! yayy yayy.(: haven seen her for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Swallow me then spit me out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For hating you, I blame myself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seeing you it kills me now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, I don't cry on the outside;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-111796012697603740?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/111796012697603740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>i can't even remember when was the last time i saw you.&lt;br /&gt;you just disappeared suddenly. out of sight.&lt;br /&gt;and i miss you so much.&lt;br /&gt;when will i see you again!&lt;br /&gt;my one and only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pair of red earrings!):&lt;br /&gt;oh come back to mommy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-111779084822948365?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/111779084822948365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=111779084822948365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111779084822948365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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much huh. aaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;and. i miss bestie pleaseeeee. ): bestie hurry come back! got so muchh to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What am I supposed to do? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With all these blues, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haunting me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;everywhere &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no matter what I do. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Watching the candle flicker out in the evening glow, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cant let go. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When will this night be over?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I didn't mean to fall in love with you.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-111771098319270566?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-8534796.post-111754302720199336</id><published>2005-05-31T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T20:38:40.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>traaaining.</title><content type='html'>eees. training was like hell today please. so damn tiring. we kept doing all the jumps and the routine so many times. i better lose 5kg today man. haha. fishes can swim in my perspiration please. hahaha. okay that was sick.&lt;br /&gt;ahhh i dont wanna go for training on thursday. either i pray that i fall sick or coach falls sick! hahah okay kidding. i will go for training okayyyy. dont complain. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I don't wanna fall to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to sit and stare at you.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to talk about it,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want a conversation&lt;br /&gt;I just want to cry in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to talk about it,&lt;br /&gt;Cos I'm in love with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-111754302720199336?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/111754302720199336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=111754302720199336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111754302720199336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111754302720199336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2005/05/traaaining.html' title='traaaining.'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-111719990802624257</id><published>2005-05-27T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T21:18:28.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>arts fest.</title><content type='html'>oh yayys arts fest is finally over!(:&lt;br /&gt;but actually i kinda miss rehearsing and the huge dressing room! haha.&lt;br /&gt;okay okay. we had full dress rehearsal on wed. that was the first time we went into the dressing room.(: haha. we shared with the dance people and the ics. it was kinda bigg. and we had so much spare time please. all we did was wait and wait and wait for our turn to rehearse. haha. was kinda boring but now i miss it. hah. oh oh and all of us were starving on wed please. haha. was so retarded and funny. so everyone was like okay lets bring this and that tomorrow to eat. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;then the next day! which was yesterday. haha. we went to the kallang theatre like at 8 in the morning. and yes. waited and waited again. but time passed much faster yesterday. did our make up after lunch i think. then was rushing and stuff. had our last rehearsal that day before lunch. then almost everyone had no appetite to eat lunch. haha everyone was so scared la. besides, lunch was really spicy. haha. and oily. the fishcake especially. felt so grossed out after eating it. haha. okay okay then changed into our outfit and did our make up. then mrs shaaron tan insisted that we put so much glitter la. my gawd. so ugly please. haha. then i removed it just before we were going to perform. heh. oh oh we sneaked out before the concert starts. and we got balloons!(: haha. but i forgot to bring it home. hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;okay anyways. we were all panicking back in the dressing room la. everyone was freaking out. and they were all doing split cos they were scared that they will not be able to jump later on stage. hahaha. then some of us were talking to mrs chiam and the indian teacher. haha. aah im gonna miss mrs chiam!): she's leaving soon. like after competition? aah i dont want competition!):&lt;br /&gt;yeahh then we went down earlier than we were supposed to. cos everyone was so sick of waiting. said a prayer before heading to the stage. then while we were waiting outside the stage, said another prayer. hahah. we were that afraid please.&lt;br /&gt;okay and the routine was quite a success i say! hahahha. we didnt drop anything! yayys.(:&lt;br /&gt;and we were all so happy. hahhaa. after the curtain calls, we all rushed back upstairs to grab our stuff and leave. haha. met up with michelle carmen and seekei and char and phoenix after that. went for supper in town! haha.&lt;br /&gt;but cartel was closing. so we went to starbucks. haven had my coffee since dont know how many years ago! hahahha. after that had to go back home. was close to midnight already. heh.&lt;br /&gt;came back and i swear i could fall asleep standing up please! haha. so i bathed really quickly and just randomly removed my make up and went to bed. haha.(oh i missed the oc! so sad please!)&lt;br /&gt;wanted to go church this morning. but really i was so tired. haha so i woke up later and went for the stupid course in school.&lt;br /&gt;lalaed there for so long. then after that went macs with venalie and amanda before heading to ccab.&lt;br /&gt;aah haven been to ccab for like one month. felt so good to be there again. haha. and all the coaches like all slimmed down? or am i the one who put on weight? haha. okay nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;ran 10 rounds. then did the usual splitings. omg so tiring please. i almost fainted. haha. then coach was recording us today. and we had to redo and redo and redo cos we kept dropping our apparatus. hahhaa. and like some people were watching us from upstairs. so embarrassing please. haha. we spent like one hour doing the routine and another hour watching people do theirs. hahaha. oh then we were like commenting on certain people at the bench there. haha and coach was like recording the routine la. and i think if she replays it, she will be abe to hear our entire conversation! hahahha. cos we werent exactly soft! haha.&lt;br /&gt;then they had some ropes thingy there. and we saw alan climbing up! so scary please. then we were all like omg omg. hahaha. and joyce got a fright when some girl suddenly looked at her when she said that. haha.&lt;br /&gt;left ccab and saw tay jiazhi! hahaha. she got a fright when we called her name. i think all of them there with her did too. hahah. then lalala. went back with mel. the bus was super crowded please. and the train too. ooh came back home and had the bigg bigg bigg meatballs!(: haha yumms.&lt;br /&gt;and now im gonna watch tv. heh. and i think the great spore sales has begun already!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If only&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had the guts to feel this way, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If only&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you looked at me and want to stay.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If only&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd take you in my arms and say, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I won't go, cos I need you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-111719990802624257?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/111719990802624257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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then.</title><content type='html'>woke up today thinking of you. another night that i made my way through.&lt;br /&gt;so many dreams still left in my mind, but they can never come true.&lt;br /&gt;i press rewind and remember when i close my eyes and i'm with you again.&lt;br /&gt;but in the end i can still feel the pain, every time i hear your name.&lt;br /&gt;the sun won't shine since you went away. seems like the rain's falling every day.&lt;br /&gt;there's just one heart, where there once was two.&lt;br /&gt;but that's the way it's gotta be, till I get over you.&lt;br /&gt;walked through the park, in the evening air, i heard a voice and i thought you were there.&lt;br /&gt;i run away but i just can't escape;&lt;br /&gt;memories of you everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;they say that time will dry the tears, but true love burns for a thousand years.&lt;br /&gt;give my tomorrows for one yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;just to know that i could have you here.&lt;br /&gt;when will this river of tears stop falling? where can I run so I won't feel alone? can't walk away when the pain keeps calling.&lt;br /&gt;i've just gotta take it from here on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it's so hard to let go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-111675102605662793?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/111675102605662793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=111675102605662793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111675102605662793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111675102605662793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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will not be enough time for the ending. but actually its not that bad after all. i mean lesser time on stage, lesser mistakes! haha. quick quick get it over and done with!(:&lt;br /&gt;and yes. i cant wait to get the costume! i think we're getting the toga top if the teachers allow. and we're gonna either stick or sew some sequins on it. like those crystals or anything like that. haha. and we're gonna get flowers for our hair! yayys. and venalie! im gonna place the flower just above your ears! i dont care.=p hahhaha. thats mean. haha. but its nice k! (:&lt;br /&gt;and and and. joyce and i wanna like put some body glitters and stuff like that, and everyone will look oh-so-glam! cool huh! haha but the thing is. our backgrounds like some village man. haha so contrusting huh. haha. well we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;and ah! gotta like stay back every single day from today onwards. and gonna miss training! haha i like the latter. (: haha. and the best things that we might not be able to participate during netball carnival. haha better still man! heh. and ya ya ya gottan go back to school on founders day. sucks please. hah.&lt;br /&gt;yayys joyce's coming with me to the acjc gala night. (: can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;and the edison chens date has to be postponed again! cos they're making me stay back on friday! aah! no fate with edison chen please. haha. so sad!&lt;br /&gt;oooooh! we're checking papers tomorrow. let me pass please. haha. alrights. toddles then!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I try to read, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I go to work&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm laughing with my friends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I can't stop &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to keep myself from thinking.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-111632344351167229?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/111632344351167229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=111632344351167229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111632344351167229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111632344351167229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2005/05/tuesday.html' title='tuesday.'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-111589597165023269</id><published>2005-05-12T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T19:19:06.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi!(:&lt;br /&gt;im so happy today! and tired! and im so happy today! and tired! hahaha. okay. im just happy. and tired! hahah. exams are ooooooveeeerrrr!!!(: yayys. hahha.&lt;br /&gt;ya. and so. i totally screwed up my cashbook account. haha. i couldnt even remember the format my gawd. haha. and it is so so so totally wrong please. and i think that questions like 20 marks? haha whatever. and michelles so sad the entire day cos she screwed up her accounts. hahha. and she was like eh console me la. haha! i did okay! and i consoled myself toos. (: hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;newayys! went town with charmainechu char michelle wanyu and ivena. then wanyu and ivena missed the bus. hahahha. then we waited for them at the far east bus stop. bumped into clio ana sandra bev yus becky they all a couple of times. and we couldnt get into house of wax! -glares- hahaha. its okay since we're in school uniform. hurrhurr. jasmine wanted to help us buyy cos her friends supposedly kinda old. but we didnt want to. cos it was kinda late by the time she told us. heh.&lt;br /&gt;then left lido. went for yossshiiiiinoyyyaaaa! haha yumyum. (:&lt;br /&gt;sat there for quite awhile. heh. then went shopping with michelle. which is like only adidas. haha kidding. but mostly adidas! hahaha. and yes get that tube for arts fest man! hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;ooh then bumped into wanyu and ivena at heeren, and ran into sam chui and guanyu too. plus nicole jessica and josceline. hahaha. what a small world.(:&lt;br /&gt;and we went to take neos! so nice. hahha. then went to buy some stuff. so now im superr broke. hah. and we kinda walked into that shop. coincidentally, that shop was playing that song. and i just felt so. i dont know. and i dont plan to give it some thoughts either. i dont want to.&lt;br /&gt;anyhow! and then home sweet home. haha i just feel like sleeping now. but no! i've got a date with the tv tonight! hahaha so many shows to watch tonight. OC OC OC OC OC!!! (: i must must must must not miss tonights episode! haha. oh! and i cant wait for tomorrow! im gonna cut my hair! yayys.(: hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before I leave it all behind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I gotta put you out of my mind this time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stop living a lie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wishing all my feelings was gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gotta get over you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing for me to do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But have one last cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-111589597165023269?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/111589597165023269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=111589597165023269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111589597165023269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111589597165023269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2005/05/hi-im-so-happy-today-and-tired-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-111581076433497174</id><published>2005-05-11T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T19:27:53.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aaaaaamath.</title><content type='html'>haha today was so funny please. went to school with a tummyache. was so scared that i'll be in pain during the paper laa. haha but phew.&lt;br /&gt;and soo unlucky today please. got scolded by ratulangi and eugenia leetan early in the morning. whatever. haha.&lt;br /&gt;uhhhh then. aaamath. ahhh got stuckk on the first question! and i was like freaking out. cos its the first question man! haha. then i just skipped it la. so my first page was like blankk? haha cover page ah. haha.&lt;br /&gt;then lalala the rest was okay. i mean had some weird answers also. haha. then after the paper. beverly michelle and i were like screaming that we cant do the first question. haha then i think ms chye kinda glared at us? hahaha. and then found out almost everyone couldnt do it either! a sign of relieve. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;then rushhed to macs with yuling and michelle for breakfast. we made it just in time. heh.&lt;br /&gt;then when we finished eating, guanyu came. hahaha. and shes so lazy la she was trying to make us help her buy food. haha. tsk tsk!&lt;br /&gt;then we talked as we were waiting for her to finish eating. ahhh cant wait for tomorrow please! the last two papers! hahaha and the best things that i haven ever started on any yet. haha so not in the studying mood today.&lt;br /&gt;anyways anyways. i shall blogg tomorrow. tata!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Could you look me in the eye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And tell me that you're happy now, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you tell it to my face &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;or have I been erased, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you happy now?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-111581076433497174?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/111581076433497174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=111581076433497174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111581076433497174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111581076433497174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2005/05/aaaaaamath.html' title='aaaaaamath.'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-111562776251959534</id><published>2005-05-09T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T16:36:02.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AAH.</title><content type='html'>omg please. hurrhurr. i totally screwed up physics and history. i mean ss was like shit already. i was hoping history could pull my humanities marks up. but nooooo! i wrote like out of point for my essay question. hurrhurr. bloody hell got my facts wrong. mixed up the civil war with the oct revolution. wth. and now im sooo gonna flunkk my humanities. oh wells. quite a number of people wrote out of point too. so i guess it aint that bad afterall. riiiight. ohhh quit consoling myself yes. shut up.&lt;br /&gt;haha anyways. physics aint that great either. i was spotting that refraction will not be tested. but i was like sooo wrong? haha almost the whole paper was on refraction. yes. so you know. im gonna flunkk it too. hope chem pulls me up. not like its brilliantly done. but at least better. hurrhurr.&lt;br /&gt;the only enjoyable moment was the two hour break in between. haha. rocks please. was actually planning to study history. but then ended up talking non stop. hahha. paulines so cute please. we were talking and she'd just interrupt and ask us soemthing about history. HAHA. and sometimes she'll repeat her question. hahahha. and we'll be like telling her whats what. haha. and yuling tan is a live talking textbook please! haha. she can like memorise pratically everything from the textbook la. and we were just like omg. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;oh! then somehow. we got into the topic of that very very very cute guy michelle and i saw the other day. hahah. then we were like thinking which schools has beidge school uniforms. so far. only vj? haha. and yes yes. pauline and i are gonna see each other in vj two years down the road. hahhah.(:&lt;br /&gt;and ya. 715 is sooo not cute please. haha. just realised that after looking at uhh. edison chen. HAHA. and duhhh we talked about edison chen today. yayy initial d! must must must watch that one.(:&lt;br /&gt;ohh and found out benedict goh*coughstocharm. actually won manhunt like some 2767836 years backk. hahahha. and so did julian hee! but duhh the latter's cuter. like sooo much. hahha oops.&lt;br /&gt;and people are coming to my house to watch that wishing show after the exams. set! haha cant wait. (:&lt;br /&gt;aha yes. im coming to this point now. mister chans soooo annoying. hmmph. hes so lazy la. what cannot find the solutions. so we're all gonna fail amath is it. hurrhurr. wth please. he's like the worst teacher anyone can ever get. i dont understand how he qualified to be a teacher in the first place. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;anyways. so glad that we're only left with three papers. can't wait till thursday!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You came along&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just like a song&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And brightened my day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who'd of believed that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are a part of a dream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now it all seems&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Light years away;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-111562776251959534?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/111562776251959534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=111562776251959534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111562776251959534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111562776251959534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2005/05/aah.html' title='AAH.'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-111537375786701496</id><published>2005-05-06T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T18:02:37.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!</title><content type='html'>omg it's over! =O haha.&lt;br /&gt;emath and chem are over!(: claps. haha. i thinkk i totally screwed up section a and b of emath. hurrhurr. and yeahh screwed up chem! -faints- haha. ya slap me please. haha.&lt;br /&gt;but then again. maybe dont. i thinkk i've waken up already. as in. i've actually thought it over, and i came to realise that actually it doesnt matter too much. i know what i want and need now. i dont need another guy to screw my life up. i have my friends. they cheer me up all the time. and thats enough.(: especially BESTIEE and CHARM! :))) i love bestie! yayys.&lt;br /&gt;heh anyways. went tp with michelle after the papers. gawd. it suddenly rained so heavily when we were walking la. haha luckily michelle had an umbrella or i thinkk we would be waiting under the shelter for god knows eternity. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;went to look around for her hairband first. omg tp was like flooded with water. rainwater. dirty rainwater. haha so gross please. good thing we werent wearing slippers? or not we would be washing our feet under uhh dirt mixed with rainwater which means like a lil of acid. okay rubbishh. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;ohh yes! went into more than words. haha then this very very very. very! cute guy walked past. no. rushed past. hahaha.(: and i thought michelle didnt see him. so i didnt mention anything either. haha. then when we were at delifrance, i couldnt take it anymore la. so i asked her if she saw that very very very. very! cute guy outside more than words. haha and she did la! then she purposely didnt say anything. cheekyy! haha. and i thinkk hes from vj? haha dont know man. we should have stalked him. HAHA KIDDING. thats total madness please. i mean i wouldnt even stalk edison chen, why would i wanna go stalk him huh. hahha. but hes really cute(:&lt;br /&gt;anyways! michelle was supposed to meet antonius to collect money$$. haha. then i thinkk he was late or she just didnt see him. haha. she kept going out to the macs there to see if he was there. but sadly he wasnt. hahhaha. then after eating we went to entertainment macs. to see if he was eating there. or rather to see if that very very very. very! cute guy was there. hahaha. but he wasnt! so we left in disappointment. haha kidding laaaa. just trying to sound as drama as possible. heh but yes i know. cmi! :)&lt;br /&gt;then bumped into ivenaaaaa and ceceiliaaaaa. haha sooooo coooool their names end with an aaaaa. neways. michelle bumped into antonius just when she wanted to leave. haha fate. rather queer how fate works. i mean its kinda fascinating. and irritating. cos i only saw that very very very cute guy once. hahaha. nahhhhhhhh that was just a random example. i will not state a bona fite one though. haha god knows who will read this man.&lt;br /&gt;neways. uhhh i shall not be mean and agree with carmen and gang's conclusion and deduction. haha its a hidden secret please.(: only some will know. shhhhh.(;&lt;br /&gt;ohh yes! i better start mugging my physics and history and amath and accounts and chinese. omg so such to do! so little time. haha no actually theres plenty of time. so i shall go sleep first. couldnt sleep last night. haha. soooooo i shall make up for my lost sleep. heh.&lt;br /&gt;alright miss me till then!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm here with my confession &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Got nothing to hide no more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know where to start &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But to show you the shape of my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-111537375786701496?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/111537375786701496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=111537375786701496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111537375786701496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111537375786701496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2005/05/blog-post.html' title='!!!'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-111520860056979422</id><published>2005-05-04T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T20:10:00.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>s.s</title><content type='html'>omg ss sucks please! haha. got a fright when i saw the picture. i had no idea what it was all about. so wrote some crap. luckily i could come up with some. hahhaha. im so gonna fail ss please. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;went town with michelle wanyu and seekei. only for awhile! haha and its really awhile la. left after lunch. and no one was in town please. felt so guilty so we all went home. haha. nahhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;first time i reached home so super early. like around 2. haha. went to sleep for awhile. and it rained huhh. for like the first time ever since 8937242 years. haha.&lt;br /&gt;neways. went through the first three chaps of chem. and i was bored to death. hahah. eeeeee. im gonna mugg later k. really really.(:&lt;br /&gt;ohh yayy! not going school tomorrow! unless im going for emath lesson. hmms. still thinking about it. haha. alrights. gotta go get some work done. laters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sit on the bed alone,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;staring at the phone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He wasn't what I wanted, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what I thought, no.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He wouldn't even open up the door.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He never made me feel like I was special.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He isn't really what I'm looking for.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-111520860056979422?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/111520860056979422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=111520860056979422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111520860056979422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111520860056979422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2005/05/ss.html' title='s.s'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-111504616788247552</id><published>2005-05-02T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T23:02:47.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tralala.</title><content type='html'>i was sooooo fed up this afternoon please. forgot all my amath. and i had to refer backk for most of the sums. grrr. and haha. i haven completed it yet. mister chans sooo gonna kill me. but. who cares? haha. grins.&lt;br /&gt;lalala. guanyu dropped by my house this afternoon. dont thinkk shes soo nice and all to pay me a visit ah. haha. she came with a motive. for the amath w/s! haha. im so disappointed in you la guanyu. hahahha. (:&lt;br /&gt;neways. was doing amath halfway. when mom dragged me out of the house. all the way to parkway. like. too free please. haha. then there she was trying all the clothes in the shopp. haha. so my bro and i went sake to eat first. yeap just nice. after shes done, we're done eating too! hahaha. but still had to wait for my mom to eat though. hah.&lt;br /&gt;after that. went to the cold storage there. browsed through the magazines there. shhhh. hahaha. its kinda illicit. (: heh. then! drama here please. haha. there was this lady with this trolley and bigg basket? haha whatever it is. yeahh she was standing behind me. then i was not looking at her direction and i kinda felt someone hit me. so i turned and look at her. but she didnt look as if she was the one that hit me just now. so i look away. then i felt the hit again! this time i turn abit more. haha. and claps. there stood mister max chua. HAHA. felt so dumb la. i actually thought it was the old lady that hit me. haha. sorry man!(:&lt;br /&gt;then after that left parkway. got home. and amath helloo. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;and now my moms scolding me again. so i've gotta run now. and yes. continue missing me!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even the best fall down sometimes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even the wrong words seem to rhyme&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Out of the doubt that fills my mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I somehow find&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You and I collide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-111504616788247552?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/111504616788247552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=111504616788247552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111504616788247552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111504616788247552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2005/05/tralala.html' title='tralala.'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-111487669169488354</id><published>2005-04-30T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T23:58:11.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aah.</title><content type='html'>ahhh im so screwed please. i haven done my revision yet. and mid years starting this coming week. =O sheesh. im like totally screwed la. ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;and i just realised my dad's actually kinda hilarious. hahah! dinner was so arrgh please. haha. there's this irritating lady who has sucha fucked up face that i sooo felt like slapping her face. i was practically staring at her till my eyeballs almost dropped out. haha nah that was too exaggerating. neways. my dad called her to the table and asked for a cup then she spoke for the first time la, and my dad was like i purposely called her to hear her cute voice. haha! riiight. then i was saying how i felt like slapping her face and all. then my mom didnt allow me to make her take more stuff. haha. since shes so lazy im just trying to help her to exercise by asking her to take some plates and towels and you know. ahha! ya then! my dad asked for bill. then he didnt ask her to the table, so i was like saying how come he doesnt wanna hear her "cute" voice. and he went, i was afraid you might beat her up if i called her here. HAHA. eh im like civilised please. i'll probably just go type a complain letter and send it to the company or something. haha! okay okay im not that mean please. it was just some out of bordom kinda thing. haha.&lt;br /&gt;oh my mom's funny too. haha! cos my brother kept kicking me today. then i was like glaring at him and warned him if he kicks one more time im gonna slap him. hahah. then my mom was like what if edison kicks you? then i was like oh that one, kick a thousand times also nevermind. haha! then my mom was like saying how shes gonna find this surgeon to make this edison chen mask for my bro so that i wont scold him anymore. haha whatever man.&lt;br /&gt;alrights. that was dinner for you. haha. okay i better stop coming online. haha. miss me people!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh I miss you so much &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I long for your love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's scares me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cos my heart gets so weak &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I can't even breathe &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How can you take things so easily &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby why aren't you missing me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-111487669169488354?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/111487669169488354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=111487669169488354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111487669169488354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111487669169488354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2005/04/aah.html' title='aah.'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-111460020789604822</id><published>2005-04-27T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T19:10:07.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>englishh!</title><content type='html'>englishh was so rubbish today please. haha. cannot sleep even when you finish the paper. arrgh. so annoying.&lt;br /&gt;anyways. walked to tp with charm nicole and guanyu. charm thinks her english damn pro. CMI!! hahaha. -winks-&lt;br /&gt;then walked around and then guanyu and nicole had to leave. so charm and i went fork and spoon to have lunch. the most disgusting lunch ever! haha.&lt;br /&gt;after that went entertainment macs. joyce they all were up there. and saw dominic and friends. joyce and grace were so loud man. haha. and joyce's saliva kept dripping la. hahhaha. rather chaotic i say. hurrhurr. ooh then saw pamela too. she didnt look too please, haha. chill girl! :)&lt;br /&gt;anyways, left after awhile. charm went to meet someone. and i went home! hahah. im guai please. :)&lt;br /&gt;amath amath all the way. and yes. someone just disgusts me okay. i dont like him. hurr. haha. and im still pissed at that someone! and he doesnt know please. -faints- hahahha. i'll take a zillion years to chill. unless. hahaha. -winks-&lt;br /&gt;charm! we should go studying again! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;alrights. gotta get some serious work done pronto! till then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm going crazy crazy crazy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just a thinking about you lately &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm going crazy crazy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I can't touch you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;crazy crazy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I can't hold you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;crazy crazy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I can't see you again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-111460020789604822?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/111460020789604822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=111460020789604822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111460020789604822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111460020789604822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2005/04/englishh.html' title='englishh!'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-111450786640671814</id><published>2005-04-26T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T17:32:52.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3 !</title><content type='html'>thanks to everyone who wished me happy birthday today! i love you all loads!! :)))&lt;br /&gt;especially CHARM tarcia audrey GUANYU charlene EMY joyce ALICIA charmaine jiazhi melissa michelle yuling noelle venalie erika phravina! ooh not onion definitely. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;alrightos. took pictures of all the sweet presents. yayy. shall upload them another day. :)&lt;br /&gt;today was so screwed. haha. i forgot to learn my chinese, and i didnt bring any chinese books today. julie leong was rather pissed at me. not as if she didnt for a day. haha. then forgot all my accounts also. so i couldnt balance the whole thing. haha.&lt;br /&gt;then went for some gym thingy. some guys from the kallang thingy wanna watch us? its the arts fest la. haha. couldnt throw the hoops cos the ceiling was too low and i almost broke one of the lights cos i didnt know! oops. haha. had to do it twice cos the dance studio was too small, then we had to go to the hall. the hoops are so dirty please. i wonder if anyone used them since like 829347892375 years ago. haha. had to choreograph some steps on the spot cos we didnt complete it the other time. sooo rushh! oh! and we watched the cldds people perform. omg. their voice can kill please. haha. so loud! and uh they gave us goosebumps. haha. shant say why. go that day and you'll find out. ;)&lt;br /&gt;and i had to bring TWO hoops home cos some people dont wanna bring home la. hurrhur joyce ah. HAHA. and amanda! amandas so lazy la. hahha. oh yes. venalie is sick. awwww. take care dear! get well soon! dont use up all the tissues in spore though. HAHA. kidding! =)&lt;br /&gt;and i miss you emyy!!! love you love you love you!!!&lt;br /&gt;anyways. english mye tomorrow! =O haha im so scared. as in really! haha. i cant wait for it to be over. hurr. haha. alrights. wish me luck! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought that from this heartache, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could escape &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I've fronted long enough to know &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There ain't no way &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And today &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm officially missing you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-111450786640671814?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/111450786640671814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=111450786640671814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111450786640671814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111450786640671814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2005/04/3.html' title='&lt;3 !'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-111417978817554316</id><published>2005-04-22T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T22:23:08.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>infection.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;today! was rather alright. pe was crap please. haha. played with hulahoops. kinda like some hulahoop lesson/competition going on. hahha. funny i must say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and michelle wanyu and i are so going on a diet please. haha. but wanyu broke the rule already! haha. and i did too. couldnt control myself during lunch! hahaha. oops. i'll try again tomorrow. hahahha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;after school! went to have lunch then went home to change. later head to town to meet emy. and alicia and iain were soooo late. haha. we were deciding which movie to watch. for like so long. haha. then iain took damn long to decide whether or not he wants to watch the movie infection with us. and in the end, he decided not to. i wonder whyy huhh. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;neways! went subway to get drinks. then went to the supermarket to get snacks! there was chaos in the supermarket man. hahaha. iain said there was some estacy in the drinks. so he went to try and see if he'll get high like emy and i. haha. and! he just burst out laughing after drinking! hahaha. and alicia was scolding us cos we were making so much noise. hahaha. then we got alicia to try the drink. and nothing happened. hahaha. experiment failed! heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;after that, went up to watch infection. that show was super dumb. hahaha. green red green red. so confusing please. didnt understand the show. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;anyhow. after the show, went to eat. we were taking the coupons from that lady, haha. felt so auntie-fied. haha! cos we were tearing out the coupons outside yoshi befor going in. hahaha. after that, went home. while emy and alicia went to some other place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;and ahh. jap test on sunday? im so gonna flunk it please. hurrhurr. and im gonna start studying tomorrow! hahaha. really man. haha. its time for some serious workk. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mamma mia, here I go again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My my, how can I resist you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mamma mia, does it show again?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My my, just how much I've missed you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, I've been brokenhearted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blue since the day we parted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-111417978817554316?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/111417978817554316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=111417978817554316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111417978817554316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111417978817554316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2005/04/infection.html' title='infection.'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-111365025447130903</id><published>2005-04-16T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T15:22:26.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2.4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;my dad woke up late today? then i thought i was gonna be late for the run la. haha. in the end. i was kinda earlyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;neways. rj is so hugee man! it's sucha nice school. i like! haha. and they have rhythmic gym as a cca? so cool! hahha i wanna go rj! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;the run was terrible please. haha. i was the second batch to run. and we were like dying under the sun. when its our turn to run, we were already quite lethargic. haha and as expected, i started walking on my third round. hahaha. walked with beverly. then ms teo kept asking me to run run run dont stop. bleah. in the end, beverly was faster than me. i was lagging behind her. haha. and yes. i passed. like thank god. haha. felt like puking after the run man. then audrey almost fainted la. so scary. the brilliant thing was that i forgot to bring my bottle. so i was dying of thirst. haha. went to get a drink after that though. felt so much better. lemon tea rocks. haha. then we took like one hour to get out of rj? hahha. then took a bus to j8. went to eat. but wasnt really hungry, so seekei wanyu and i went to walk around. after that carmen and phonix left, then cecilia ivena wanyu seekei and i went to take neos. this group of girls were hogging the machine for eternity man. they took so freaking long. and we actually thought one of them was a guy. haha! oh yes. and bumped into clio and yuslina they all so many times! haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;then left for town after taking neos. so unlucky la! hahahha. bumped into gwen and yuling they all, and they were doing cip. so you know. donated all my coins to them. hahahhaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;was freaking late in meeting char and emy. they ate at long johns. then later accompanied them to get movie tics then went to taka. ate at coffee bean. then after that got some stuff and i went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;was so tired please. when i got home, bathed and i slept like immediately. then alicia called and woke me up. then charm called and woke me up somemore. hahah. fate fate. cannot sleep in peace. called charm. and she was telling me dramatic accounts of her wanting to run/running/walking in the rain. hahah. so retarded please. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;then came online. ate a plate of noodles while waiting for dad to go for dinner. lalala. gonna do some work later. and my accounts book is freaking in school la. hurrhurr. and im so pissed at someone please. so annoying! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But when I need you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're almost here &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I know that's not enough &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when I'm with you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm close to tears &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'cause your &lt;strong&gt;only &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;almost here&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-111365025447130903?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/111365025447130903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=111365025447130903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111365025447130903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111365025447130903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2005/04/24.html' title='2.4'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-111331132283679758</id><published>2005-04-12T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T21:08:42.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crushh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;omg todays assembly was rubbish please.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;emily was like making pull up my socks till like higher than my ankle? then ms shanti came and scold also la. was freaking pissed please. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;neways. amath was good. haha. chan had some band practice going on, so he gave us some work, and poof! off he went. haha. managed to complete it before the period ends though. yayy. hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;okay then fast forward to after school. hahaha. was waiting for dear-oh-charm. hurrhurr. so just talk to gwen yuling and guanyu. was so funny please. hahaha. crapped till the sky dropped man. haha. then i found out someone was sucha hypocrite? tsk. i was so shocked please. i thought she was damn nice. hurr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;then went tp to have lunch with charm. saw alvin on the way. he was like in sucha hurry, then he was panting? hahaha. sneaky sneaky. tsk. went mos to eat after that. then left for training.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;oh gosh. training today was like. real training man. hahaha. it has been ages since we had such strict training sessions. did skipping for like &lt;strong&gt;six hundred &lt;/strong&gt;times? MADNESS. haha. and v-ups, backups, all those for thirty times. that wasnt so bad. the skippings almost killed me. haha. my lunch was like on the verge of coming out. hah. then did spilts till my leg cramped. like ouch. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;oh yes yes. before i go on. that little boy is so cute please! omg omg i crush that little boy. hahaha. kidding la. thats sick. but still. that little boy is so cute! feel like pinching his cheeks. oops. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;alrights. then divided the routine into a few parts. for each part, had to do for like ten times? yeahh. then laoshi always catch me at those parts where im not so good at. grr. hahaha. then sometimes had to redo and redo just because i cant do it properly. felt so bad please. but then again, the others also. its okay, we're a group.=) hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;yeap. then training was supposed to end at seven. then dragged till like seven forty-five. then my brother was like dying of hunger in the car. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i was too. was soo hungry during training. then still must jump here jump there. haha. madness. but this is what i call training. i mean usually, its kinda slack. during the hols last year was madness too. quite tough. had to run like three or five rounds round the track. then everyone was complaining.hahah. so now laoshi only makes us run ten rounds around the auditorium. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;oh wells. had no homework today. yayy. can sleep early. haha. i need the sleep! training drained out all of my energy. alright alright. ciaos! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't fake it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The way I could before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hate you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but I love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't stop thinking of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-111331132283679758?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/111331132283679758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=111331132283679758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111331132283679758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111331132283679758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2005/04/crushh.html' title='crushh.'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-111296612222126951</id><published>2005-04-08T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T15:26:31.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>editing.</title><content type='html'>ahhh today shucked man.&lt;br /&gt;emath was fun. michelle wanyu and i were trying to solve the question for sooooo long. and we were like saying how we should solve it, but then we still cannot get the answer. then suddenly phravina just went: oh is the answer 60? i got it. then the three of us gasped so loud that everyone turned back and look at us. HAHA. so funny man.&lt;br /&gt;amath was boring. almost fell asleep. heh.&lt;br /&gt;then left for temasek poly again. eunice was showing us retarded pictures in her phone. haha. then things went on rather smoothly. we were editing and all, adding the subtitles. then! climax. the subtitles could not be updated. so we called this "mentor" wearing some fake hello kitty jacket to help us. so she was saying that she might take quite some time to help us edit. so she got us to go grab a bite first. uh huhh. neways the sandwich was sooo yummyy! it was from some vending machine la, and it tasted better than the canteen's one. much better.&lt;br /&gt;so we ate and all. then headed back to the lab. wahhhhhh!!! our video was in a bigg mess man. the subtitles were flashing so fast and it kept repeating. hurrhurr. then alexis(however you spell her name)helped us to edit. but! the recurring subtitles could not be deleted. then we had to delete the whole scene and re-import that scene from the cam. like wth.&lt;br /&gt;and charmaine was so scary please. she called and asked what happened. then we told her and she wanted to speak to that fake hellokitty jacket girl. hahahha. but we didnt let her though. anyways. so&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt; sorry&lt;/span&gt; to the group for the screwed video. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;sorry&lt;/span&gt; especially to sarah and charmaine.&lt;br /&gt;then later charm called. and yuling was scolding her. hahaha. damn funny please. yuling was like really pissed at that girl. hahaha. charm and her were like arguing over the phone. tsktsk. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;and so. we have to go back again next tuesdayy. so annoying please. hurrhurr. eunice offered to come with us even though she's not from our group. thanks sweetie!=) even though part of her reason for coming was cos of her 29 wangwangs. HAHA. yesyes, break the record next tues! 50 wangswangs. hahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;waited for michelle for sooooo looong man. she was one of the last to leave the lab. so were we cos we were waiting for her. hahahha. then went up to get her sandwich and took a bus to tampinies interchange. it was kinda cool there. there were quite a number of stalls selling interesting stuff. but too bad we didnt have time to shop there. haha.&lt;br /&gt;rushed for the train. michelle was afraid that she might fall onto the train track. hahahha. then we were sending ring tones to each other in the train. so unfair! the ringtones always seem to sound nicer in eunice's phone! hurrhurr. mine's always the softest. haha. that balladpouradeline&lt;br /&gt;ringtone is damn nice please. i love it! haha. they call it the bala ringtone? HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;then eunice got off first, followed by michelle and i. michelle was so mean please, she tossed the cam to christabel just before the train door close. poor christabel! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh so much homework for the weekend. bleah. emy will be back tomorrow! yayy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I would answer all your wishes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you ask me to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But if you deny me one of your kisses &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't know what i'd do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So Hold me close &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and say three words like you used to do &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dancing on the kitchen tiles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's all about you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-111296612222126951?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/111296612222126951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=111296612222126951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111296612222126951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111296612222126951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2005/04/editing.html' title='editing.'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-111288595115402339</id><published>2005-04-07T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T15:27:22.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>funn!</title><content type='html'>today was sucha fun day man! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;but chinese totally shucked. had spelling. two chapters! and she thinks she is pro at setting papers la. she took out one whole paragraph from the textbook and expect us to fill in the blanks. hahaha. so retarded man. noel and i were chatting for the whole two periods. not like we dont do that, but we didnt sleep today! heh.&lt;br /&gt;english totally rocked today. audrey chye was talking to carmen outside the class for two periods. then inside the class, there was chaos. hahaha. everyone was talking. so fun! my group was like singing songs. hahaha. and i think savina is damn cool please. she could do something to her eyebrows. both her eyebrows were moving up and down so fast! i was like so amazed and i couldnt help laughing. hahahha. and i bet max cant even do that. hurrhurr. hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;went to temasek poly after school. to do that ipw thingy. that school is sooooo bigg! i like i like. hahaha. yuling and i were playing a fool. haha only sarah was doing some real serious work. thats why we couldnt finish in time today. then have to go back tomorrow!!! arrgh. its a friday tomorrow man. i dont wanna spend a fabulous friday at some polyy. hurrhurr. but good thing. handphones are allowed. =) haha. then again. only yuling and i are going back tomorrow. and both of us have no clue about what to do and how to do. just pray that we dont screw up everything man. hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;then. have to take pft tomorrow during pe. shucks please. im gonna fail pull ups again. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well I wonder &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;could it be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I was dreaming 'bout you baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You were dreaming of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Call me crazy, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;call me blind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To still be suffering is stupid &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;after all of this time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-111288595115402339?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/111288595115402339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=111288595115402339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111288595115402339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111288595115402339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2005/04/funn.html' title='funn!'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-111270679495024111</id><published>2005-04-05T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T15:28:25.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>training!!=)))</title><content type='html'>i thought it was raining this morning, so i happily grabbed my jacket out of the house. and it turned out to be real dry. no rain at all. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;amath sucks as usual. haha. and history was pure boredom. heh.&lt;br /&gt;chinese rocks? julie leong was busy entertaining herself. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;accouts was free period. cos they had mass and all. we were eating in class, and yuling was damn pissed at us. haha! was so funny. hurrhurr. haha.&lt;br /&gt;then went for lunch with charm and noel at entertaiments macs. saw dominic desmond grace and victoria jaclyn and jessica they all. hahaha. sat with vic they all and talked for a short while, before heading for training.&lt;br /&gt;and again, ccab was like filled with people. was just in time for training! haha. oh yayy. the class and cca pics are out. quite nice. haha.&lt;br /&gt;training was fun except that laoshi was pmsing again. bleahh. hahaha. and we all know who does venalie likes eh? -winks- hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;the lil boy is so cute! hahaha. and that one that cant run. haha damn funny. will was like teaching that boy how to run faster? and we all laughed at them. cos will was like dont let me catch you when his hand could have just touched the lil boy. and we were like saying will looks oh-so-fatherly teaching the lil boy. hahaha! and the coach was so fierce. he was scolding the lil boy. so poor thing. haha.&lt;br /&gt;and once again, joyce failed in her mission to stare at mister loser and kiwi? hahaha. so dumb man. tsk tsk. oh! and sheryl thinks that a particular someone is cute. joyce and i almost puked. HAHA. im sorry, but ya. hahahahahaha. and i just rhymed again.=) haha.&lt;br /&gt;talking to charm now. omg shes killing me with that stupid song of hers. HAHAHA. and shes talking to herself again. people pray that she dont kill me with that uh. weird behaviour of hers?! hahahaha. kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From the moment you looked at me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And ever since you called my name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You've been everything that I've seen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I know I'm caught up in this game&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My mind is spinning round and around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's something special I have found&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every time I close my eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I can think of is you and me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh baby can't you see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-111270679495024111?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/111270679495024111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=111270679495024111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111270679495024111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111270679495024111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2005/04/training.html' title='training!!=)))'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-111252694349645990</id><published>2005-04-03T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T15:29:11.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>symptoms of you.</title><content type='html'>There's a good kind of pain. An insane kinda sane. when I'm around you.&lt;br /&gt;There's a chill in the heat, feel the sky at my feet cos I adore you, I cant ignore you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ill.&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to take a pill to fix what you do.&lt;br /&gt;Cure can come through, cos baby all I do is suffer from&lt;br /&gt;The symptoms of you.&lt;br /&gt;There's a left kinda right. There's a blind kinda sight. Looking at you.&lt;br /&gt;There is no light in the moon and its winter in June, when I'm without you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ill.&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to take a pill to fix what you do.&lt;br /&gt;Cure can come through, cos baby all i do is suffer from&lt;br /&gt;The symptoms of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it trips me off my feet. I think I'm falling in too deep. Do you feel it too?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-111252694349645990?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/111252694349645990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=111252694349645990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111252694349645990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111252694349645990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2005/04/symptoms-of-you.html' title='symptoms of you.'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-111236056084097741</id><published>2005-04-01T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T15:29:42.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>over .</title><content type='html'>i feel so awake now. haha. cos i just woke up from my nap.=)&lt;br /&gt;school was pretty alright. i actually ran my 2.4! hahaha. i thought i was gonna walk through most of it, but i ran most of it. im proud of myself, after not running for one year? HAHA. okay that was rather off. then did five items. sucks la. jasmine and sheryl were practically snapping at each other. like chill! sheesh. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;then did reflective writing during english. just when i had so much to write, the bell rang. and people were chasing me out of the class. hahha like fineeeeee. hurrhurr.&lt;br /&gt;amath sucks! mister chan cant teach for nuts. we were like shooting him with questions, and he bloody hell re-phrased his sentence. i bet he didnt take lit when he was in school last time. elaborate la uncle! re-phrase re-phrase. hurrhurr. haha. im not gonna ask him anything next time man, i'd rather read the textbook. HURR.&lt;br /&gt;went for lunch with mom after school. i was like falling asleep while i was walking. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;anyhow. then came home. and slept throughout till now. oh i missed the oc last night!!! how can. im gonna set alarm next week man, so that i wont miss it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;alright alright. enough about today. toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cant live without you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't breathe without you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dream about you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;honestly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me that its over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because the world is spinning &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I'm still living&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It wont be right if were not in it together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me that it's over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'll be the first to go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't want to be the last to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-111236056084097741?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/111236056084097741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=111236056084097741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111236056084097741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111236056084097741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2005/04/over.html' title='over .'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-111227806934524073</id><published>2005-03-31T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T15:30:20.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sports dayy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;today was a fun day. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;was late for amath. as usual. it was superr boring. bleah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;then went entertaiment for lunch with charm and char. and then it rained after charm changed into her guides uniform. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;went to get my water before heading to the stadium. we were kinda early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i sat with peiying at the red house there until more people arrived. haha peiying refused to let me go back to blue house la. and i went to take attendance and i was too lazy to go back and look for her. haha oops. sorry babe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;neways, sat with denis and alicia. and charm joined us like once in awhile. melissa and andrea were behind us for awhile. hellooo!!! haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;the runners are so pro! they run so fast. im envious. hurrhurr. hahaha. and charms mad la. she wants to take part next year. uh your on your own babe. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;waited for charm for so freaking long after sports day. she had to like clear the area or something? what can you expect man, guides. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;went to entertaiments toilet. wahhh a sign of relief. HAHA. nehow, saw alicia chan and joan. and that ass-ified jazreel wong. hahaha. the first thing that came out of her mouth when she saw me was shit. idiot la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;then left for town. saw sherwyn at macs! hahaha. he still can tilt his head la. hurrhurr. hahaha. waved at him and all. and charm, didnt know i waved. and she was next to me. haha must be that phone that had her full attention eh. and really really. i think sherwyn looks like toro. hahaha. guanyus gonna go ooooh ah oooooh. HAH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;dined at yoshiiiiiiiinoyaaaaaa. this group of jap ladies. -shakes head- jammed the queue for so loooong that i could have dieeeeeed of hungggggggarrrrrrr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;alright, after dinneeeeer, went to looooook forrrrrr charms shoooooes. and she bloody hell blame me that she cant find any suitable one. like hoy! dont be picky. haha. oh ya. saw wai kiat(however you spell his name). haha and charm hoy him so loud la. and he still can talk so much. hahaha. but his dress sense a bit weird ah. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;alright thats all for today. haha. dratsss. have pe tomorrow. 2.4 huhh. im gonna diiiiiieeeee. and im so tired now. but i have to watch THE OC! and i haven done amath and chem. like. God bless the poor soul, me. hahahhahahha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;okok, i'll stop all this crap. bye for now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if your eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;are the last thing that i see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then i know the beauty heaven &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;holds for me&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/8534796-111227806934524073?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/111227806934524073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=111227806934524073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111227806934524073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111227806934524073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2005/03/sports-dayy.html' title='sports dayy.'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-111218887307270180</id><published>2005-03-30T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T21:21:13.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hurrhurr.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yesterday i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;typed out this whole long essay of what happened, and the whole thing disappeared. hurr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;fine im not fated to post it. no you guys are not fated to view it! hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;neways. i was talking about training and the arts fest in may and all those stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;yeap. we're thinking of doing ballet and all. aiya shall reveal when the time comes. no i mean. go watch us!=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;melissa and i plan to take up ballet lessons again! hahaha. its cool okay. but we're like starting from beginners. hahaha. but we can skip up to a higher level mid-way or something, cos we had ballet lessons before. anyhow, cant wait to start!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;and. today sucked. i mean. ya! sports day tomorrow. drats. amath in the morning. yucky. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;oh ya. i was talking about venalie cutting her hair again. and how she objected to us wanting to do ballet. cos she claims its too girly for her. hahaha. she's like into this bunk-y image now. hurrhurr. i wonder what happened. hahaha kidding. and we're gonna chip in for her hair extentions cos there's no way she's going for competition in her short hairstyle. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;anyhow. gotta go get some work done. tah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wanna tell you the things i've seen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wanna take you to where i've been&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i wish you were here with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't you know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i really miss you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yes i do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeah i really miss you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wanna tell you the weather is fine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when the night comes around you were on my mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i wish you were here with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't you know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss you&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/8534796-111218887307270180?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/111218887307270180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=111218887307270180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111218887307270180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111218887307270180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2005/03/hurrhurr.html' title='hurrhurr.'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-111184514513731919</id><published>2005-03-26T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T15:31:24.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>since you been gone.</title><content type='html'>pretty dull day today. hurrhurr.&lt;br /&gt;met joyce at NINE. in the morning ah. so i had to wake up at eight. sheesh. and my alarm clock fell into the dustbin. HAHA. yeah yeah, im gonna get a new one. i used to have three though, but somehow, im only left with uh one. and it fell into the dustbin. haha.&lt;br /&gt;went j8. got joyces food. i think lil boys in scouts uniform are just so adorable. aww. hahah. but dont worry, i wont prey on them. i think. hahha!&lt;br /&gt;called jessica to ask for directions to her house. waited damn long for the bus. and its so super confusing i promise. i mean a bus is a bus right, there are like two color plates, and only one of them can lead to her house. joyce and i were rather amazed. hurr.&lt;br /&gt;finally we reached her house. but we cant seem to find her block though. haha. and we were kinda lost. we went like one bigg round. and its so not fun. it was so tiring! i promise im never going there again. hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;yeap. finally got down to do some work. but we still managed to do some crap though. and its like really annoying crap. -winks- its a secret. hahaha. jessica was like hurrying us and told us not to play a fool. haha. but you know. its hard. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;spent like three hours there. then headed to town to meet charm for lunch. aiyaaa so annoying la. always cannot decide where to go for lunch. haha. its like a daily problem. tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;but yeah settled in yoshi. ate and then went shopping! without cash. haha! how fun huhh.&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh im in love with that DKNY watch! i want i want i want!!! and that levi's jeans. hurrhurr. just nice. two items. one from mom and one from dad as a bdae gift. hahaha. if theyre that nice. i'll pray hard. hahaha. charm and i were supposed to trade. she was supposed to buy me that jeans and i buy her that denim jacket in return. but then again. we're kinda broke ah. hahaha. its okay. the time will come. haha.&lt;br /&gt;went into so many shops today. tiff and co rocks. hahaha. the rings are so pretty! i like i like i like. maybe daddy could get me two presents? hahaha. in my dreams i supposed. bleahh.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to go for dinner. then charms cousin had to call. so dinner was off. hahaha. planned to head down to parkway to look for my mom. but i didnt know my way there, so went home instead.&lt;br /&gt;emy called. crapped so much. hahaha. but it was fun. neways. come home soon babe!=)&lt;br /&gt;and in my memory. i dont think i have any homework to do. oh ya. maybe that overdue chinese work. jap class tomorrow. drats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How come I'd never hear you say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just wanna be with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guess you never felt that way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But since you been gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cannot breathe for the first time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm so moving on, yeah yeah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-111184514513731919?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/111184514513731919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=111184514513731919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111184514513731919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111184514513731919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2005/03/since-you-been-gone.html' title='since you been gone.'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-111157469134824066</id><published>2005-03-23T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T15:32:09.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>apologectic.</title><content type='html'>so frigging tired today.&lt;br /&gt;and im super duper luper wuper &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;sorry&lt;/span&gt; for the previous post. my apologies.&lt;br /&gt;haha. neways! emath was sucha waste today. stella ho didnt come. we had a relief teacher, and we had test la. sucha pity. for once she wasnt here, and we didnt get a free period. hurr.&lt;br /&gt;assembly was rubbish. tan wil-kee thinks hes damn funny. when hes like. uhh. lame. as in really lame. haha.&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to go for an x-ray today. but. i was too scared. haha. later im like diagnosed with bone cancer? i wont be able to take it! haha kidding. but yeah. still gotta go sometime soon. just delaying. but do wish me luck. and i need &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;courage sweets&lt;/span&gt;!=) any kind soul wanna grant me some? i'll love you for life. haha. but i will really appreciate it though. *hint. just kidding. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;yayy. theres no school tomorrow. and yayy again, cos training tomorrow is cancelled. haha sooo brilliant. oh dear. i forgot all about the handbook. we need to hand in on monday. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;and crap. some idiot called me. but i didnt pick up. it wasnt deliberately though. but yeah i admit i wont pick up if i happened to have my phone with me! haha. but im sure he'll call again. and yeah yeah, partly my fault. never ever talk to strangers. haha. nah. acquaintances more like it. as in. keep a distance from people you dont really know. cos im starting to freak out right now. bleah.&lt;br /&gt;alright. im gonna sleep till i drop. hhahahha. ooh. and im gonna watch the notebook. i just got the vcd. yayy. like finally im watching it. =) laters!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-111157469134824066?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/111157469134824066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=111157469134824066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111157469134824066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111157469134824066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2005/03/apologectic.html' title='apologectic.'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-111149358129453741</id><published>2005-03-22T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T15:32:39.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fucked up.</title><content type='html'>someones sucha&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; bastard&lt;/span&gt;! i swear i could kill him if i ever see him now. lucky him, im not gonna see him anytime soon. fuck.&lt;br /&gt;school sucked today. had amath ca. it was hell. neways. chinese was good. slept throughout. then realised i haven hand in my holiday homework yet. but im in the process of completing it though. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;training was slack. took a cab there. i paid for it? wth. coach went back to china. so there wasnt really anyone to coach us. mister spider cant be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;finished earlier than usual. there was no point training since no one was in the mood to. and some retards kept looking. we stared back. like try looking again, i'll go up and slap your face.&lt;br /&gt;and if anyone thinks that im much more civilised than this, im fucking sorry. you haven seen the other side of me.&lt;br /&gt;anyhow. came back home. ate. came online. and saw what i didnt wanna see? that freak was being a total jerk. i cant believe my eyes. so much for gentle. sweet. -pukes-&lt;br /&gt;its all hypocritical. &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;i hate you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear you can dream about me liking you again. it will never ever happen ever again. i'd rather like an ant. whatever. and. all you're getting is a one word reply, you should know who you are. dont try. and i wont even consider you my friend now. like. go fuck the floor. loser. and yes. you're a total letdown in this world. what the hell are you doing here anyways. making this world an uglier place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-111149358129453741?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/111149358129453741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=111149358129453741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111149358129453741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111149358129453741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2005/03/fucked-up.html' title='fucked up.'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-111140429473525927</id><published>2005-03-21T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T15:33:14.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>but if i let youu go</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Day after day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Time passed away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And I just can't get you out of my mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Nobody knows, I hide it inside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I keep on searching but I just can't find &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The courage to show to let you know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I've never felt love like this before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Night after night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I hear myself say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Why don't this feeling just fade away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;There's no one like you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You speak to my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's such a a shame we're worlds apart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm too shy to ask, I'm too proud to lose &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But sooner or later I gotta choose&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/8534796-111140429473525927?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/111140429473525927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=111140429473525927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111140429473525927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111140429473525927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2005/03/but-if-i-let-youu-go.html' title='but if i let youu go'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-111124036245005687</id><published>2005-03-19T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T15:33:45.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>leadership camp !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;hellooo! im back from camp.=) heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;camp was. kinda fun. and no, your not having sight problems, i said camp was kinda fun. haha. mainly cos it was rather slack. oh wells. let me fill you in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;day one. played some games in the hall. all the way till lunch time, then left for training with joyce and amanda. training was hell. coach left for some reason. so mister spider took over. yes mister spider. like uh oh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;he was telling us if we ever drop the hoop or ball again, we have to do ten times more. and yeah, we dropped like a zillion times. and he just sat there and smile to himself. evil. hurrhurr. but then. he told us to stop, cos it got worse. hahaha. cant help it if we're tired. hahah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;anyhow. went to bathe after that. wheee.=) then went back to school for dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;uhh the food sucks? theres like chicken for every meal. and im not kidding, chicken cooked in all sorts of way. hurr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;after dinner, went to work on the handbook in the ava. was rotting around there. they released us to sleep at like twelve midnight. how brilliant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;day two. i woke charm up. haha im proud of that.=) neways. today sucked. had some "the run" thingy which is like so moronic. hurr. waited for breakfast for soooo long. tsk. then headed to alpha zone for the ropes course. and i thought it'll be some nice place. but no. it was at some ite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;and ite sucks man. no offence. but ya. the people are like uncivilised? rude. loud. rowdy. tsk. then something happened, which caused miss eunice to be teasing me all the time, right till now, she still cant stop. hurrhurr. hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;so the ropes course. flying fox was the most enjoyable. i dont like the alpha zone one though. and abseiling was rather scary. hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;lalala. went back to school after that. bathed and had dinner. then went to the com lab to do some stuff. the handbook that is. ooh supper was awesome. the curry puff was so yummy, but its a lil big though. anyhow. went back to the hall supposedly to sleep, but... hahha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;we ended up having some mbs. hahah go figure out what it means.-winks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;day three. which means today! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;gotta thank the RI soccer people man. cos of them, we could not do "the run". hahah best.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;anyhow. waited for breakfast again. then we left for ccab to take measurements. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;waited at ccab for coach for quite awhile. the guys coach was so annoying la. he pushed us into the sponge pit. and joyce lost one for her socks in there. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;and then coach had to like take measurements right in front of so many people. how embarrassing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;haha. headed back to school after that. and found out we missed the crying session. as in the reflection session. arrgh. i want i want. hurr. oh wells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;luch after that. then continued with some presentation thingy. then! we are dismissed. heh. camp passed so amazingly fast this time. good good. better be like this for future camps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;went for dinner with charm after that. then home sweet home=) i missed my com. and my bed! hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;alright alright. i think its like really long. so i'll stop here. ta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm trying to forget thatI'm addicted to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I want it and I need it &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm addicted to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now it's over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't forget what you said&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I never &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wanna do this again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heartbreaker&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/8534796-111124036245005687?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/111124036245005687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=111124036245005687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111124036245005687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111124036245005687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2005/03/leadership-camp.html' title='leadership camp !'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-111112860233950541</id><published>2005-03-18T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T14:50:02.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wheeee&lt;br /&gt;im back to invade!&lt;br /&gt;wahahahaaa&lt;br /&gt;sorry lar&lt;br /&gt;im feeling kinda bored&lt;br /&gt;and my blogs too up to date&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;so im here to update and&lt;br /&gt;add life to your about 2 days stagnate blog&lt;br /&gt;heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hows the leadership camp?&lt;br /&gt;fun? tiring?&lt;br /&gt;i bet you will say its so not fun&lt;br /&gt;and its damn tiring&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;shant cont&lt;br /&gt;heh&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guanyu OUT&lt;br /&gt;(((((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-111112860233950541?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/111112860233950541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=111112860233950541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111112860233950541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111112860233950541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2005/03/wheeee-im-back-to-invade-wahahahaaa.html' title=''/><author><name>you know you love 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HAHA. nah. then charm called. decided to meet at ps. to get sleeping bag.&lt;br /&gt;so walked around with mom. then headed to ps to meet charm. and alvin. and max.&lt;br /&gt;went mos to have lunch. i mean. accompanied them to eat lunch. haha. i declare max has hearing problems. hahaha. sleeping bag. and he heard as what. s***** ****. hahahah. max im nice. i censored it.=) hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;then we went to carrefour to get my sleeping bag. and sunblock lotion. wanted to get those small bottles of shampoo, but they dont have it. bleah. then we were like static-ing one another there. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;walked over to heeren after that. to get max's pouch. it was quite far. hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;took neos there. it turned out super glittery. hah.&lt;br /&gt;went to starbucks after that. drank and sat for awhile. then charm and i had to rush home. heh. took a cab. luckily there wasnt any queue. phew.&lt;br /&gt;reached home. mom was in a great mood. hahaha. alls good!=)&lt;br /&gt;camp tomorrow. plus training. ahhhh. i feel like falling sick. hurrhur. haha God bless me. survive this camp, and there wont be any more. i hope. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/albums/v707/missjeannie/?current=a.bmp&amp;amp;action=view" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v707/missjeannie/th_a.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-111098309195855887?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/111098309195855887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=111098309195855887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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reading into everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But there's no sign you hear the lightning, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't ever notice me turning on my charm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or wonder why I'm always where you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've made it obvious&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've crushed on you so long, but on and on you get me wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are my very first thought in the morning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And my last at nightfall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are the love that came without warning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need you, I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-111089369260127942?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' 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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-8534796.post-111080635166460148</id><published>2005-03-14T21:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T15:37:19.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whole again</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Looking back on when we first met &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cannot escape and i cannot forget &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby you're the one &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You still turn me on &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can make me whole again &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time is laying heavy on my heart &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seems I've got too much of it since we've been apart &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My friends make me smile &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if only for a short while &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you can make me whole again &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For now I have to wait &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But baby if you change your mind &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't be too late, cause I just can't go on &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's already been too long &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you could make me whole again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-111080635166460148?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/111080635166460148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=111080635166460148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111080635166460148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;joined noel and rebecca in kfc until charm arrived. then waited for doms at amos. after that went up to look at the timings for the movie. but no boogeyman. so decided to head to lido. then there was this coke thingy outside cine where they gave free coke. i took it even though i had another bottle in my hands. hahha. and then rejected max's call twice cos i had two bottles in my hands. oops. sorry for that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;and then! i spilled the coke. haha i dont know how also. it just spilled when i was hitting both bottles together. oops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;didnt watch any movie in the end. cos max had to leave for competition. so decided to rot around. then later derrick and a friend joined us. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;ooh! that man at the wheelock underpass is so nice! as in. his singing. its like so soothing. hahaha. i love passing by there. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;then went all the way to raffles city. hmms. i wonder who suggested going there ah. *coughs. cos theres nothing to do there. hahaha. anyhow! max left for com, then the rest of us went to walk around. uh then derrick and friend left also. so doms charm and i went to suntec. bad choice. we were like stuck in fox for one hour? hahaha. the crowd was terrible. couldnt even get out of fox. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;finally we u-turned back to city link. doms left to meet his friend. so charms and i went to subway at raffles city to eat. after that saw this sick couple. hahahah damn funny! charm was pretty amused. hurr. hahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;then went to cards n such. the books there are whoa. so poetic. i like.=) hahahha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;then decided to go home. but went to town instead. to look for my earrings! wahhh. doms and charm can go fly kite man. they teamed up to suan me. thanks ah thanks ah. so in the end i couldnt find my earrings. thanks to them! haha their fault. tsk tsk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;finally went home. mom was in a good mood. phew. tomorrows gonna be pretty busy. oh ya. i haven done any single work yet. im dead. hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-111063483660384586?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/111063483660384586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;tagboard is finally working again. hurrhurr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;[yesterday] went tp for lunch with noel and charm. then left for training. saw two familiar people when walking into ccab. i know one of them is joyce. until i got closer, then i realised the other was audrey! she came to ccab to play. uh. soccer. hahaha. all the way there to play soccer. and i cant imagine her playing. oops. hahahha. anyways. found out somemore stuff. but im not saying.=p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;anyhow. training was kinda slack. laoshi dont allow us to have training on sat! damn. then we cant skip camp. hurrhurr. i cant believe im going for camp. when i just came back from adventure camp. what shit is this man. bleah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;[today] got back our result slip. wahhhh. so screwed la. they gave me a zero for history. cos i didnt take the test. ehh!!!! crap man. no one told me i'll get a zero if i didnt take the test. and freaking annabel chow didnt even say anything! she didnt ask me to take any retest either. wth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;but oh wells its just a paper. a freaking important piece of shitty paper that is. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;stella ho was so annoying today. made us file all those crap. and expect us to listen to her at the same time. sorry ah. cannot multitask. hahha. ya la, then in the end, had to photocopy notes from charmaine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;lalala we won for netball! yayy. b div that is. but its still worth rejoicing for. we beat rgs. haha as usual. but for gym. uh uh. we cant possibly beat rgs, so just rejoice for netball. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;got so much holiday homework. and project work. and stupid camp. i may just pretend to fall sick that day. hurrhurr. i dont know what i might do. hahaha. i really dont wanna go! its freaking 3days and 2nights. oh. maybe i'll go. for the sake of nyaa. bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In my head there's only you now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This world falls on me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In this world there's real and make believe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And this seems real to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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-8534796.post-111037753956261176</id><published>2005-03-09T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T15:42:13.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>youshouldbemine</title><content type='html'>i'm drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I look at you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I can see you wanting more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inside your eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are telling me what you're looking for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A love that's true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone that you can lean on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To pull you through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, baby, I will be the one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna be the one in your life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna be the one by your side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna be the one to show you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, baby, you should be mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't want us to make a mistake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't ever want to see your heart break&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't let you go this time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, baby, you should be mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's been so long, since real love has looked your way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But hold on, be strong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It doesn't have to be a game we play&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I hear you say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How a heartache can feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But now today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You've finally found a love that's really real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know just what you're going through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're never sure just who&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who might be hurting you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But let me be the one to hold you tight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make everything alright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause you should be mine tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-111037753956261176?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/111037753956261176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=111037753956261176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111037753956261176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/111037753956261176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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man.&lt;br /&gt;wahh. this march holidays gonna be damn busy. ss assignment. ipw project. leadership camp. training everyday. madness! there's like not enough time. hahaha. but. i'll always have my ways of squeezing out a teeny weeny lil bit of time out to play.-winks. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;and and and. camp sucks man! the freaking sun burn is killing me. and im starting to peel. hahaha. ew. how sick. bleah. im gonna dip myself in oil man. KIDDING. aha.&lt;br /&gt;training tomorrow! i dont wanna gooooo. ooh by the way i skipped lesson last sunday. ahahah. im brilliant. =)&lt;br /&gt;lalala. thirty three more days before emy returns! yayy. im counting down babe!=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know that &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but I hate you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I know that &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can never escape you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-111019856862960952?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/111019856862960952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=111019856862960952' title='0 Comments'/><link 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would not say its enjoyable either. neutral it shall be. heh.&lt;br /&gt;anyways. i shall not blog about camp. cos its so freaking long. okay maybe a lil. like we slept in tents that are so stuffy and unstable. hahaha. my tent almost collasped. boy oh boy. and it rained on the first day, so there were mud on some of the tents. and we had to clean it up. bleah. and the toilet queue is always so long. but. gala night was fun! ooh the rope course was kinda scary. thirty feet high eh? tsk tsk. and the rope courses instructor was sucha flirt. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;anyhow. after camp. headed to town with charm and char to meet doms and max. at cafe cartel. spent quite a long time there. then went to look for charms coloured band. but couldnt find it. max had to leave halfway &lt;strong&gt;again&lt;/strong&gt;. hurrhurr. forever man. tsk. haha. then later doms met up with his friend, and we left to continue looking for stuff.&lt;br /&gt;charms band was out of stock. have to go back another day. its okay, we shall go together since i need to get that pullover as well! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;ahh im so tired. it has been a long day. i feel like skipping lesson tomorrow. bleah. we'll see. shhhh. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;ooh. stars are so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;a pity it's visible but unreachable.&lt;br /&gt;so no matter how much you desire to have that star,&lt;br /&gt;there is no way you can get it.&lt;br /&gt;but i just love that brightest star i see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At times&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd like to break you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And drive you to your knees&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At times&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd like to break through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And hold you endlessly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-111003632110950666?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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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-8534796.post-110960166930421483</id><published>2005-02-28T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T15:46:06.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rain.</title><content type='html'>rain rain rain. pretty droplets of water.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrows gonna be hell. so many stuff to do tomorrow. and theres training. i haven done split for like five days. theres sure to be muscle ache tomorrow. bleah.&lt;br /&gt;it rained real heavily today. somehow. its just a great time to ponder over some stuff. lots of stuff. from schoolwork to family to friends and so on. and the result is always the same. there wont be any answer. thinking about all those just seem to be only wasting my time, cos in the end, i still cant make any decision. yes, im indecisive. in everything. i cant help it.&lt;br /&gt;but i do love times where i can just be alone and think about some stuff. it is not being anti-social, but really. sometimes, i just feel like being alone. perhaps it is more serene? i dont know. but there are times where i wanna be with my friends too. talk and laugh about anything under the sun. boy, that feels good too.&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is. sleeping is still the best antidote to any problem. shut yourself from the outside world. no problems. no nothing. just happiness. in lala land. the place closest to heaven.=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-110960166930421483?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/110960166930421483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=110960166930421483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;Whenever you're away.&lt;br /&gt;I crawl up in the corner,&lt;br /&gt;to watch the minutes pass.&lt;br /&gt;Each one brings me closer to&lt;br /&gt;the time you're coming back .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take the distance&lt;br /&gt;I can't take the miles&lt;br /&gt;I can't take the time until i next see you smile.&lt;br /&gt;I can't take the distance&lt;br /&gt;and I'm not ashamed that, with every breath i take im calling your name&lt;br /&gt;But I can't take the distance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still believe my feelings&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I feel too much&lt;br /&gt;I make believe you're close to me&lt;br /&gt;But it ain't close enough&lt;br /&gt;Not nearly close enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take the distance&lt;br /&gt;I can't the miles&lt;br /&gt;I can't take the time until I next see you smile&lt;br /&gt;I can't take the distance&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not ashamed&lt;br /&gt;That with every breath i take i'm calling your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've braved fire and i've braved rain&lt;br /&gt;to be by your side, i'd do anything.&lt;br /&gt;I can't take the distance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will go the distance, I will go the miles&lt;br /&gt;thats how much you mean to me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-110950030399808849?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/110950030399808849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=110950030399808849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110950030399808849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110950030399808849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2005/02/distance.html' title='distance.'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-110942005725555937</id><published>2005-02-26T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T15:49:18.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shopshopp.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;wahaha. today was sucha busy day. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;i thought i was supposed to meet charmmy honey at one thirty. but it turned out that we were supposed to meet at one! hahaha. so i was like twenty minutes late. oops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;went coffee bean to get drinks, then to mos to eat. it has been ages since we last went there. hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;after eating, went to get charms shoe bag. then. went around the &lt;strong&gt;whole&lt;/strong&gt; of town to look for some stuff. hahaha. and then finally bought the stuff at john little. by the time we bought the stuff, we were like drained out of energy, and uh half drunk? hahaha. so went starbucks to sit down. for like ten minutes. then went taka to get other stuff. charm was running late for her project. haha, but we still went in to fox to take a look. i bought my black shirt for camp and my white pants! yayy. i think we are going back next week to get other stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;speaking of camp. i still dont feel like going! arrgh. and theres still that retarded leadership camp. ahhhh. just shoot me. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;ooo. haven study yet. and homework. and jap homework. aiya im ignoring the latter. hahaha. alright alright. gotta go get some work done. bleahh. ta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-110942005725555937?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/110942005725555937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=110942005725555937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110942005725555937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110942005725555937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2005/02/shopshopp.html' title='shopshopp.'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-110916936658843484</id><published>2005-02-23T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T15:50:23.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>towning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;ahhhhahahaha. got scolded by joteo in the morning today. whyy? cos i was caught talking during hymn singing. blah. and tomorrow morning have to stand right in front of my class. hahahha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;ss was a total screwed-up. didnt even know what the sources were showing. was just writing all the crap i could come up with. now, thats when crap comes in handy. charm you hear me? hahahha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;camp briefing during assembly. i dont wanna gooo!!!!!! bleah. everyone seems so enthusiastic about it, but not me. hahah i can wait. i dont mind waiting till the end of time. hahah. camp is shit, three days two nights. without handphone! how can. so annoying. the briefing went on for like one hour. hahah. dragged till about two thirty. then had to rush to st.raphael's office to pass ms yap some chem w/s. no. three chem w/s. madness. all the way there with three w/s. and she wasnt there. luckily there isnt chem tomorrow, or not she'll most probably scold me or something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;anyways. went out to the gate to meet charm and doms. and i could hear them at the steps, but they insisted they werent loud. okayokay. haha. walked. no, strolled to tp to meet the rest. then went entertainment macs to eat. max was crapping the whole time there. haha so funny. then left for town, supposedly to get some stuff. then at the train station, max and desmond realised that they got the wrong books. hahahha then they went up to get the right ones. doms charm and i left for town. while derrick waited at the station for them. max joined us later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;we were walking around town the whole day, and returned with nothing back. hahaha, brilliant. except for some neoprints though. we took like eighteen or twenty one shots. haha madness. took till we ran out of poses. and we just realised that we all suck at decorating. haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;found out that it was rather late already, so rushed down to popular to get my tys. and i forgot what pharvina taught me in class! that calculator thingy. i couldnt figure it out. haha nevermind, i shall ask her again tomorrow morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;tomorrow! emath ca! and im like so brilliant. i forgot to bring my book home. and i filed my w/s during emath, cos i was damn free. hahahha. so i have like nothing related to emath now. wow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;aiya i just feel like sleeping. lalala. i wanna sleep. alright i shall go sleep. haha. sweet dreams everyone!=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-110916936658843484?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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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-8534796.post-110907865122494424</id><published>2005-02-22T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T15:52:15.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rush hour.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;wahhhh. okayokay. todays post gonna be real fast and short and. sweeeet! as usual. haha kidding kidding. cos im running out of time! wahhh i like it like that sometimes, haha cos it makes me feel so busy and everything just passes by so fast, that there isnt any time to think about other stuff. but on the other hand, it kinda sucks cos its like rushing through everything. i'd prefer things to go slow actually. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;alright enough about my nonsense. heh. im gonna fail my chinese spelling! i didnt even know there was spelling today. hurrhurr. noelle didnt tell me. hurr noel. hahaha. and that auntie freaking learned her spelling la. tskk. hahaha. i think julie leong was in a terrific mood today. cos i slept in her class. and she didnt scold me. haha, todays actually the first time i slept in chinese class in the year, 2005. clap clap. hope every chinese lesson in future will be like today's! haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;training shucks. hurr. coach was in a foul mood and she scolded like almost everyone. she offered to give us chocolates though. but. but! brilliant melissa declined the offer. why? cos she says that we should be going on a diet. hurrrrr. at least after that chocolate! it wont kill to eat that small teeny lil bar of chocolate, does it? haha. speaking of chocolate. chocomaniaa!!!! i have just only four tics left. any kind soul who wanna buy, contact jeannie immediately! hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;haha ya training. actually we were kinda slack. cdiv were the ones having a hard time. haha. we were like fooling around. heh. making fun of cavan and melissa. which is like veryy fun. haha! venalie purposely throw the ball further so that it can hit cavan, then melissa will have to run after it and get it. and that way, she and cavan will bang. hahahha brilliant eh? of course of course, the materminds were joyce and venalie. i was just laughing. hahaha. but then. it didnt really hit cavan, cos venalie cant aim. hahaha. but still, it was sooo funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;lala. enought bout training. ahh theres training on thursday also. bleahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;ahhhhhhhh! i better go get some work done. ss! its freaking me out. hurrhurr. i dont get a single thing in the textbook. i better like go re-read it ten thousand times. hahaha. ta! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-110907865122494424?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/110907865122494424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=110907865122494424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110907865122494424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110907865122494424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2005/02/rush-hour.html' title='rush hour.'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-110898271300221944</id><published>2005-02-21T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T15:53:03.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!@#$% !!! hurrhurr .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;omg. ms chye was being sucha &lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%"&gt;!@#$%&lt;/a&gt; today!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;first thing in the morning, she was like checking my belt. and she made me sew it during assembly! like fine. so i sew it, and then she made me take out and re-sew again, cos she said that by sewing it one finger spacing apart, doesnt make a difference. wth. ya ya ya, then i had to like stay behind and sew the freaking belt, and i was panicking, cos i dont normally sew anything. okay fine, i dont sew. hahaha. anyways. i sewed it &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;within five minutes. and im proud of that. hahaha. but it was rather screwed. noelle was laughing at it during chinese class, which i dont see whats so funny about that. hahha. it was just a lil messy behind. but who will go see the behind right? ya so anyhow, my point is that audrey chye is such a &lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%"&gt;!@#$%&lt;/a&gt;. hurrhurr. i dont like her. hurr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;julie leong was so funny today. not funny, but funny. hahaha. she was so flushed up cos we changed the spelling date to tomorrow. and just cos of that, she thinks that we screwed up her entire schedule. so dramatic. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;ss was as usual. boring. lalala. oh ya. i forgot to bring sheryl's vcd again. she's been asking me to lend it to her since last week. haha but i keep forgetting. im sorry. hope she doesnt gets the wrong idea that i dont wanna lend it to her, because it really slipped my mind. heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;and just as i thought that monday was gonna end with the distribution of the class caps, i was sooo wrong. ms chye came in and gave a damn long lecture. hurrhurr. for one whole period. yes. lecture us bout not appreciating the class com members, blahblahblah. and she freaking changed our sitting arrangements again. shes damn free man. you should have seen her b****y expression when she was scolding us. so annoying. and mind you, its only february now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;aiya. enough about school. went town with char after school to get some stuff. forgot bout the physic tys again. and the logbook. haha. well, we'll get it another time then. coffee bean rocks.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-110898271300221944?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/110898271300221944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=110898271300221944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110898271300221944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110898271300221944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2005/02/hurrhurr.html' title='!@#$% !!! hurrhurr .'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-110863211050206339</id><published>2005-02-17T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T15:54:38.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>paranoias .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;my appetite's back. =) haha. i get hungry after like one hour. and during the past few days, i just feel like puking each time i eat. but i don't know to rejoice or what. haha cos now i cant stop eating. oops. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ahhh today's so funny. hahaha. Ms chye caught me like a zillion times doing other stuff during her lesson. and she asked if her lesson was boring. haha a lil? oopsy daisy. i was just in a doing-homework-mood during her lesson. and people kept asking why i was so hardworking today cos i was doing homework. uh im guai?! how many times must i say that? hahah kidding kidding! actually i don't know why also, so don't ask me. aha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;during group discussion, we were like gossiping instead of doing report writing. haha. found out some stuff about some people. and it made me realize the exact meaning of "don't judge a book by its cover". i felt bad for misjudging her. There's a side of her i didn't know. until today. i realized that she was actually kinda nice. im sorry for my past critics. God forgive me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;but on the other hand. there are some people who are utterly annoying. i don't know what's up with them man. probably have nothing better to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;im in a rather good mood today. but then again. not really. it sounds confusing. cos even i myself don't really know how i feel. i feel happy, sad, annoyed, depressed, cheery, frustrated, all at the same time. its ironic i know. i cant help it. perhaps its just me and my paranoias. i don't wanna think about it. there are other more important stuff to worry abo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;ut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ACS night of laughter is tomorrow. and im gonna give it a miss. but actually i kinda feel like going. not because im not over someone. but i mean it sounds interesting, besides, a friend is performing. maybe i'll think it over again. oh and there's still that ACS carnival. i have twenty tickets. haha. ahh i shall see if im in the mood to go then. ooh char stole my customer! hurrhurr. hahaha with my permission. haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;lalala. His gentleness makes my heart melts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-110863211050206339?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/110863211050206339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=110863211050206339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110863211050206339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110863211050206339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2005/02/paranoias.html' title='paranoias .'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-110854399441308436</id><published>2005-02-16T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T15:55:08.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>have you ever?</title><content type='html'>i can't seem to do anything right. i cant seem to concentrate on anything. something's holding me back. and i know what it is. but i cant do anything about it. this just sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever needed something so bad, you can't sleep at night? Have you ever tried to find the words but they don't come out right?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had someone steal your heart away you'd give anything to make them feel the same. Have you ever searched for words to get you in their heart but you don't know what to say, and you don't know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever found the one you've dreamed of all of your life you'd do just about anything to look into their eyes? Have you finally found the one you've given your heart to only to find that one won't give their heart to you. Have you ever closed your eyes and dreamed that they were there? and all you can do is wait for the day when they will care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-110854399441308436?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/110854399441308436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=110854399441308436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110854399441308436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110854399441308436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2005/02/have-you-ever.html' title='have you ever?'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-110838644791396530</id><published>2005-02-14T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T15:55:50.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>v dayy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;ahh. ms chye changed everyone's place! soo screwed k. im gonna miss sitting with charmaine! ahhh. gonna miss her laughter man. hahaha. and vanesa and yuling. bleah. i sound as if we're not gonna see each other forever, haha but ya! im gonna miss them soo much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;ms chye spoiled the entire valentine's mood man. bleahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;anyhow. waited for char to finish her guitar. ya la dumped me for that guitar huhh. hahaha. headed to town. saw desmond at taka. then went to paragon's starbucks. sat at the cushion! wheee. so comfyy. then waited for charms to call. she did. at like five plus, then found out that doms pangsehed us! haha nah. heard that his mom wanted him to go home. so yeah. then only glen and charms came to meet us at cine. oh wells. then desmond came too. with his friend. and alvin insisted that that was desmonds mom. haha we're not dumb alvin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;went bk to eat. max joined us halfway. for like uhh five minutes? then he went to meet his friends at marche. like leave us alone! haha kididng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;walked around. cant find the nice balloons! bleahh. then went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;oh yes. thanks glen for the gift. really nice. but im sorry i didnt get anything for you. bleahh. birthday or something yeah? haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;ahh i dont wanna go school tomorrow. its gonna be boring. without charmaine they all. bleahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-110838644791396530?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/110838644791396530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=110838644791396530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110838644791396530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110838644791396530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2005/02/v-dayy.html' title='v dayy.'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-110828613341847487</id><published>2005-02-13T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T15:56:17.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;v day. will never be what i want it to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;it's not that i dont want to stay. but everytime you come too close i move away. i wanna believe in everything that you say, cause it sounds so good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sometimes I run. Sometimes I hide. Sometimes i'm scared of you. But all I really want is to hold you tight, treat you right, be with you day and night. baby all I need is time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i don't wanna be so shy. everytime when i'm alone, i wonder why. hope that you will wait for me. you'll see that you're the only one for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;jap class was horrible today. i didnt do my homework cos i didnt go last week. haha. max told me not to go. hor max! bad bad boy. tskk. haha kidding kidding. anyhow. couldnt understand a single word she said. she spoke so fast that i felt as if i was in mars. haha. told you im good at rhyming. kidding! but yeah. then had to copy lots of notes from my sitting partner. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;speaking bout partner. charlene tans abandoning me for her guitar! can you believe it? she chose the guitar over me! hahaha. we're vday partners char! how could you! you broke my heart. hahahha. ahhhh. i need my ice blended mocha now!!!! i had a sleepless night. that cannot-sleep-disease struck me. ooh. hahahha. i need the sleeping pills! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-110828613341847487?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/110828613341847487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=110828613341847487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110828613341847487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110828613341847487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2005/02/sometimes.html' title='sometimes.'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-110813352260513927</id><published>2005-02-11T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T15:56:54.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dots.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;wahhh. school was pretty alright today. received back the test papers. did better than i expected. phew.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;ahhh. life sucks. at least mine does. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-110813352260513927?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/110813352260513927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=110813352260513927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110813352260513927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110813352260513927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2005/02/dots.html' title='dots.'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-110796466980882497</id><published>2005-02-09T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T15:57:23.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new year .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;booo!!! hiii eveyone! happy lunar new year!=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;new years boring. really. i spent my two days rotting at my grans house. playing cards. actually gambling more like it. oh yes, and doing amath. sheesh. without the logbook! hahah. mister chans gonna get pissed again. oh wells. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;haha collected angbaos. the amusing things that all my aunts are like actually comparing who's angbao packet is the cutest. wow. interesting eh? anyways winnie the pooh won. cos lil rachel loves it. awww. sucha cutie pie.=) ooh cutie pie! emyy! we found your cutie pies name!!! can't wait to tell you!;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;yeap. that should be all for ney year. i mean. almost. since theres atill tomorrow. last day. great cos i wont be stuck at my grans house. bad because i'll be stuck in school. hahhaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;to char: hahah so sad eh. im gonna get some lousy phone man! my moms constantly nagging at me. haha for three days already!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;to max: haha i thought you love stoning? kidding. anyways happy new year! and go get some sleep yeah? hahhaa. cheer up!=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;to charm:happy new year!!!!=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-110796466980882497?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/110796466980882497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=110796466980882497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110796466980882497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110796466980882497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2005/02/new-year.html' title='new year .'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-110776957834756025</id><published>2005-02-07T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T15:57:47.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>phone lost. =(</title><content type='html'>oh sheesh! i lost my phone!!!!!!!! moms so pissed at me. and daddys not gonna know bout this. cos he'll kill me for sure. ahh im on my own! but i'll choose to look on the bright side: i'll go think of which phone to buy. haha. any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is screwed up. and so are youu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-110776957834756025?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/110776957834756025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=110776957834756025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110776957834756025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110776957834756025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2005/02/phone-lost.html' title='phone lost. =('/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-110766336160573557</id><published>2005-02-06T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T15:58:51.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmms .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;sheesh. theres amath and emath tests tomorrow. and im not studying yet. why why why. ahhhh no mood. hahha. and i pretended that i couldnt wake up this morning, so that i dont have to go for jap class. haha. feel bad, but hey at least i can skip todays lesson! even if i go, i'll most probably end up sleeping in class too. so i would rather sleep at home. hahaha. i feel like im wasting money going for jap class. cos i dont enjoy it at all. in fact im not at all interested in learning it. its like learning for the sake of learning. but i cant quit. daddy will skin me alive. hahha. cos i just told him i dont wanna play the piano anymore. and he&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;killed me. heh. i learn from my mistake. riiiight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;by the way. someones blissfull now. i know. i feel sour. really sour. it just isnt right to feel happy eh? i mean maybe its only me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;so now. its really over. its not my choice anymore. it just have to end here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;changing my com isnt that bad after all. look at the colors man! hahah. its making me happy. maybe a lil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt; ahhhh, emyy called yesterday! hahahha. misssss her man. i have so much to tell that ass. hahahha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;ooh. yesterday. went for amath lessons first in the morning. chanyewchoong was in a great mood. hahah. so lessons went on peacefully. then later went home, got changed, and went to city hall to meet charm and char. on our way to esplanade, saw my cousin. i pray that he doesnt tells his mom im out. cos im supposed to be doing a project. and his mom wil obviously tell my mom he saw me kinda thing, and i'll be dead. for lying. i mean, i haven got exposed yet. for the thousands of lies i told. oops. i have no choice. haha. well im sorry! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;anyhow. met up with alvin and max at haagen daz. dominic and glen came later. went in and place our orders. uhh then when we were eating, jude came. sat there for quite some time. we were all asking charm not to go for cath class. haha but charm insisted that she was holy. but in the end, she didnt go? hahahahha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;then left for town. dominic was kinda pissed at us. cos we were talking in groups. uh huhh. felt kinda bad. haha. then everything was kinda fine again. went to cine. bought tickets for flight of the phoenix. then we went to heeren to walk around. took pics at taka. then headed back to cine for the show. i found the show rather boring. hahah. almost fell asleep in the cinema. after the show, went to taka. then from there went home. today taka was so unfun, cos there wasnt any static going on. haha. me and charm kept trying, but still there wasnt. only slight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;came home. and went out again. for dinner. then came back and went online! it feels good to go online, after so many months of deprivation. hahaha. then as usual, got chase to bed. ahh charm tried to send me the songs yesterday but failed, hahhaha. first she got disconnected then i got disconnected. haha no fate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-110766336160573557?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/110766336160573557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=110766336160573557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110766336160573557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110766336160573557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2005/02/hmms.html' title='hmms .'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-110753334184735079</id><published>2005-02-04T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T15:59:21.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back in action. heh.</title><content type='html'>oh man! im back! believe it or not, but i am! hahahhaha. yayyyyyyy!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;its been dont know how many depressing weeks of being offline twenty four seven. hahaha. and now the computer's in my room! hurray! hahahhaha. i know people missed me!(:&lt;br /&gt;and. i miss emyyyyy!!!! i miss emyyyy!!!!! emyy come back!!!!!! NOW!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;today! i forgot what i did. hahha. ooh. chan yew choong is back for amath. yucks. hahhaha. and oh yes! &lt;strong&gt;happy birthday mayy!!!&lt;/strong&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;oh. i must say this. charmaine yeo hasnt been helping me at all! hahahha. by constantly reminding me that i cant on online and make me even more depress when i already am at the last stage of depression. hah! kidding. hahhaha. and last but not least charms a moron! hahahhaha. (:&lt;br /&gt;and guanyu you can stop adding nonsenstical stuff to my blog. cos its alive again. hahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;okayokay. shall go do my stuff. amath tomorrow! ew! haha. tada!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-110753334184735079?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/110753334184735079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=110753334184735079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110753334184735079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110753334184735079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;jea loves guanyu. jea loves guanyu.&lt;br /&gt;jea loves guanyu. jea loves guanyu.&lt;br /&gt;jea loves guanyu. jea loves guanyu.&lt;br /&gt;jea loves guanyu. jea loves guanyu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry lar. im just feeling bored. pooooof&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guanyu ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-110717728415665606?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/110717728415665606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=110717728415665606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110717728415665606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110717728415665606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2005/01/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-110673085847455179</id><published>2005-01-26T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T17:14:18.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>guanyu to the rescue&lt;br /&gt;jeas blog is officially getting rusty again&lt;br /&gt;-grins-&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;jea had a bad day today&lt;br /&gt;cause im constantly trying to read her diary&lt;br /&gt;which she &lt;strong&gt;dont&lt;/strong&gt; allow me to read&lt;br /&gt;poooof. so im constantly trying to snatch the book from her&lt;br /&gt;and shes has found a good way of keeping it away from me&lt;br /&gt;shall not say what&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;and now&lt;br /&gt;she should be off with charlene and charm to find emy&lt;br /&gt;to eat dinner and supper&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;thats what ive heard&lt;br /&gt;oh wells&lt;br /&gt;dont know what to type&lt;br /&gt;shall sign off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guanyu the greatest of the greatest&lt;br /&gt;-WIDE GRIN-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-110673085847455179?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/110673085847455179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>monday. cant you believe this? its only monday! oh man. &lt;br /&gt;anyhow. jasmine sure enjoyed herself scaring me during english. hahaha. i just got a fright okay. im so not scared! hahahahha. &lt;br /&gt;i was smiling all the way till ss today. ss sucks. the subject is already boring, plus the fact that the teacher is sucha retard doesnt help at all. phrase of the day: "use your brains! im gonna test you on your command of english". someone tell me who ever said that? hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;and during pc, ms chye read out this reflective compo of a classmate's, which she thought really touched her. so everyone was like trying to guess who it was. and then ms chye looked at me like real long as she said her last sentence, and then almost half the class turned back to look at me. as i got a fright, i found it so hilarious that i started laughing, and then the whole class thought i was the one that wrote that compo! i found it really funny that i couldnt stop laughing, so i was shaking my head, saying its not me. hahahha. while many still shot me the it-is-you?-look. hahahhahah. oh god. hahaha. thats pc for you. ooh. theres like this presentation of yourself to do. its really moronic i swear. and its freaking gonna be my turn soon. oh man! &lt;br /&gt;grans came over today. yayy. to bake pineapple tarts. yumm.=) &lt;br /&gt;ah lala. i dont wanna go for training tomorrow. bleah. oh-so-boring. &lt;br /&gt;alright. gotta go get some work done. dammit. that sounds urber familiar. i know i know. hahhaha. i know who ever said that to me. hahhahahhaha. but yes! gotta  get my stuff done! toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-110596298674376261?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/110596298674376261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=110596298674376261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110596298674376261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110596298674376261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2005/01/monday.html' title=''/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-110586764973646267</id><published>2005-01-16T17:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T16:00:29.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ahhh !</title><content type='html'>oh no. no. nono. nononono. no. no! this is so shit man. ahhhh. i felt so sour after confirming he has a crush. uh huhh. when i thought hes over. ah. and then theres that mister-cant-walk-properly. hahaha. and then. and then im freaking listening to that acoustic song now okay. whats up with me! bleah.&lt;br /&gt;anyhow. i cant wait for wednesday! im gonna get my laptop!(: that is. if everything goes smoothly. heh. oh man. i cant wait for the band concert. hahaha. i cant! aiya. if only my msn's still working, then maybe i'll have something more to look forward to! but i shant be greedy. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;so right now. i have some thinking and planning to do. no. make it planning. no more thinking. i've made my choice, so i shall stick to it. =)haha. and i still haven done my amath yet. gotta rush! toodles!=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-110586764973646267?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/110586764973646267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=110586764973646267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110586764973646267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110586764973646267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2005/01/ahhh.html' title='ahhh !'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-110580225384566836</id><published>2005-01-15T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T16:01:06.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>orientation.</title><content type='html'>hello! jeas happy happy today.(:&lt;br /&gt;haha. alright. i was so screwed this morning. i woke up at like nine when i was supposed to be in school at seven thirty! hahaha. but hey, at least i got to school at round nine twenty, a few minutes before i was supposed to perform. call me brilliant. kidding! yeap. mel, joyce, venalie, amanda and alex were like telling me they were so scared that i wont come in time. but oh wells i did. hahaha. sorry peeps for me being late! shaaron tan was like:jeannie you're very late. -shakes her head- like whatever. obviously i know that i was really late. and her comments didnt help. aha.&lt;br /&gt;during the first performance, we dropped the ball, and the second one, amandas hoop rolled out and they dropped the ball too. haha. it was kinda messy, but no doubt we enjoyed ourselves.=)&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why. but i was in a rather good mood today. no. very good mood. hahaha. i said hi and waved to like everyone i know in school today. hahhaa. oh yes. we were dragging the sec ones to join rhythmic gym, and of course other ccas were too. and this group of sec ones were soo snobbish. like hello. they're only sec ones. get a life. they were like: ohmigod. these people are so damn desperate! like do we have a choice? we were like forced to do so. yeah man they suck.&lt;br /&gt;anyhow. went to look for charmaine with charlene after orientation ended. both of them wanted to join sailing. hahahha. then me and char headed to town, while charm had to stay in school for guides? but she just couldnt go town.&lt;br /&gt;yeap. char was like saying we would see many people in town today. and yes, quite a number. oh god. that bruum car was so annoying! i swear hes a jerkass man. shit him. and another moron dont wanna reply me. like fine, i dont care. morons man. and then saw that car lah. char doesnt learn from her mistakes. tsk. haha kidding.&lt;br /&gt;then later we were approached by these people to play some leg game thingy. oh it was so moronic. and they cant find anyone. hahah. char was like feeling helpful, so we agreed to help them. and we help them find people somemore. hahah, we called dominic since we saw him skating a few minutes ago. but he didnt pick up his phone. so, we didnt help much. haha. okay so when they finally got enough people, we started the game. they tied strings round our ankles, and we had to walk at the same time, or not the string will tighten. it was like a caterpillar sort of thing. and everyone was like staring at us. hahha. but it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;anyways. went to meet up with charm in the evening. char had to go home for dinner. so i accompanied charm to risen christ church, to watch judes performance supposedly. met up with gwen at macs. then went to the church together. was supposed to meet grace at the gate, but she was eating, so we went in first. it was really small. hahaha. like everyone can see everyone. the people've got talent. some of them could sing really well. but some werent as good though. but it was a great performance afterall. really liked it. and uh had to rush home after they finished performing, couldnt wait for the results, cos my mom didnt know i was out. oops. hahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;aiya came home. and stupid msn still cant work. oh ya! i want my laptop! its freaking a thousand eight. sponser anyone? haha kidding. gotta do some real begging man. hope daddy feels kind. heh. oh wells wish me luck in getting the laptop! i mean people should look forward to me getting the laptop, cos if i dont, you guys wont see me online! and thats so sad right? hahahhahahhaha. im kidding okay. uhh people like charm and char, save your comments. i know whats coming. haha!&lt;br /&gt;oh before i forget. haha. someone looks oh-so-hot. i feel my heart melting. hahaha. just joking. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-110580225384566836?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/110580225384566836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=110580225384566836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110580225384566836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110580225384566836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2005/01/orientation.html' title='orientation.'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-110562114422056496</id><published>2005-01-13T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T16:01:36.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bastard hurrhurr.</title><content type='html'>ahhhhhhhh. bastard bastard bastard!!! i know whos the biggest bastard in the whole universe!!! like go fuck yourself moron! hmmph. ahhhhhh. i cant believe this. i cant i cant!! it so doest link at all. and yeah. i've been coming up with ten thousand different reasons why you did that. i dont know whats up with me, im still helping you at this moment huhh. when you are being such a bastard. maybe im just consoling myself. hurrhurr. anyways. this is really it man. thats it. its over. dont expect me to go through this again. go through what happened since eighteenth june two thousand and four till now. cos its not gonna happen. ahh. bastard man. screw screw screw.&lt;br /&gt;how how how. i dont know if i can do this. and i dont know what to do in the first place. but i have something to begin with. msn. like continue denying my sign-ins. hurrhurr. aiya. this is sucha screwed up life to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;right enough bout those bastard and stuff. had training today. that artistic coach is so annoying. he was like coaching us. haha. like throw higher and stuff. and he comments on everything we do. and its so irritating cos he was like making some music noise then he will be like surely 100% unsuccessful in chinese. and then we cant concentrate cos hes quite funny lah. hahaha. but it was really annoying. and they are making us stay back tomorrow to mark the positions in the hall. drats. and yes. i cant freaking sign into msn again. for the thousandth time. screw everything.&lt;br /&gt;especially you! you! you! you! you!!!!!! ahhhhhhhhh. i wanna faint. and cry. and die. and ahhhh. when can i ever ever ever have a neutral reaction to what you did? its definitely not now. i pray it'll be soon hurr. cos seriously. im tired of all this. im tired of waiting and hoping and wishing and wanting. the last thing i want now, is to really really forget. erase! everything. till like before 18/6. i hate that day. it makes me miserable. and depress like now. and it gives me a brilliant memory. hurrhurr. and last but not least, i hate christmas. i hate cards. i hate the place that sells cards in taka. i hate coffee bean. i hate cine. i hate the toilet at cine. i hate town. i hate red. i hate guitars. i hate chem. i hate you. at least i will soon.&lt;br /&gt;and yes. thanks charmmy. thanks!!! haha and yes have a great time chatting eh. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-110562114422056496?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/110562114422056496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=110562114422056496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110562114422056496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110562114422056496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2005/01/bastard-hurrhurr.html' title='bastard hurrhurr.'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-110553858074104326</id><published>2005-01-12T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T16:02:36.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gratefulness.</title><content type='html'>yesterday i was posting half way, and im not gonna continue with that post anymore. cos. i'm simply not in the mood to do so. hurrhurr. what the hell is wrong with my damn com? why isnt stupid msn working when i have some important stuff to do? hurr? somebody tell me why! why cant msn work no matter what retarded methods i've tried to "revive" it. hurr! this totally sucks. everything happens for a reason huhh. tell me whats the reason now then? what what what! school just re opened. exams are not round the corner, so whats the 1*beep*2 reason for the breakdown of my msn!?&lt;br /&gt;im running out of time. as in. really out of time. if i cant sign in by next week, i'm gonna cry for sure. really cry man.&lt;br /&gt;and yes, talked about gratefulness during cme today. grateful huhh. oh yeah im so grateful that msn broke down on me. so that i wont continuing wasting my time. huhh. RIGHT. as i've said. its my time. so why do people wanna bother. i mean. fate? god? whatever. this is so screwed man. so retarded. i bet. theres no need for what reformat my com. it will just sign me in automatically after the band concert is over. i swear. fuck this whole thing. im sorry. i just need to be vulgar for this one sec. ahhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;like bye mister chan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-110553858074104326?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/110553858074104326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=110553858074104326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110553858074104326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110553858074104326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2005/01/gratefulness.html' title='gratefulness.'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-110536499311149823</id><published>2005-01-10T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T16:02:58.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!</title><content type='html'>ahhh i still cant sign in! someone save me!!! what on earth is happening!!! hurrhurr. of all time, now?! ahhhhhh. i wanna faint.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-110536499311149823?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/110536499311149823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=110536499311149823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110536499311149823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110536499311149823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2005/01/blog-post.html' title='!!!'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-110526699568904550</id><published>2005-01-09T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T16:03:25.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>soyesterday.</title><content type='html'>ahh. i cant sign in to msn since like last night. hurrhurr. maybe its not so bad afterall. right. anyhow. listening to that song charm sent me the other time. uhh dedicated by ms emy ong. haha. somehow i manage to play it now. something my love eh? hahaha. its a nice song seriously. but then i still think that the other song charm sent me was nicer. :) hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;was rushing through my chem homework last night. gosh. had to re-read the chapter, cos i dont understand a thing it was asking. hahaha. horrible. just finished doing amath. kinda confusing. all those circles. haha. and finished doing accounts too. yayy. ahh i dont wanna go to school tomorrow! late day. and double english and social studies. oh yes. mrs euginia-lee-tans my ss teacher. shes kinda strict and stuff. ew. i dont really like her. hah. shh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can change your life-if you wanna. you can change your clothes-if you wanna. if you change your mind, well, thats the way it goes. but im gonna keep your jeans and your old black hat-cause i wanna&lt;br /&gt;they look good on me. you're never gonna get them back. at least not today, not today, not today.&lt;br /&gt;if its over, let it go and come tomorrow it will seem so yesterday, so yesterday. im just a bird thats already flown away. laugh it off, let it go and when you wake up it will seem so yesterday, so yesterday. haven you heard that im gonna be okay.&lt;br /&gt;you can say your bored-if you wanna. you can act real tough-if you wanna. you can say your torn, but ive heard enough.&lt;br /&gt;thank you. you made my mind up for me, when you started to ignore me. do you see a single tear? it isnt gonna happen here. at least. not today, not today, not today.&lt;br /&gt;if your over me, im already over you. if its all been done, what is left to do. how can you hang up if the line is dead? if you wanna walk, im a step ahead. if your moving on, im already gone. if the light is off then it isnt on. at least. not today, not today, not today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-110526699568904550?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/110526699568904550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=110526699568904550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110526699568904550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110526699568904550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2005/01/soyesterday.html' title='soyesterday.'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-110501470231398780</id><published>2005-01-06T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T16:04:04.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>doubles trouble.</title><content type='html'>had training today! haha. the artistic coach was so so so annoying! haha he kept teasing melissa. so poor thing! anyhow. we practised the "dance" for the orientation today. and it was kinda screwed at first. but i guess it got better. then then then. had to go back to school on sat for banner again! aah.&lt;br /&gt;anyways. had all the horrible periods today. all doubles! double english, accounts, physics and chinese. ooh. we get to go to yunnan the june holidays. its a chinese thing. haha. and have to pay a thousand three hundred to go there. to go to china. kinda waste money?! haha but i think im going. that is. if charms going. noels mom dont allow her. like why?! hahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to char: the almighty me! hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;to noel: your ass! im already the chem rep! hahaha, and your mom dont allow you to go okay. talk so much. hahahhaha. and. why do you wanna go? whos going hurrhurr?! haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-110501470231398780?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/110501470231398780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=110501470231398780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110501470231398780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110501470231398780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2005/01/doubles-trouble.html' title='doubles trouble.'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-110491669730294514</id><published>2005-01-05T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T16:04:47.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>her.</title><content type='html'>helloo!!! i'm back!&lt;br /&gt;anyhow. todays wednesday. the third day of school. first week. yucks. plenty moree to go! right, let me fill you in.&lt;br /&gt;audrey chyes my form teacher. shes nice and all but shes so annoying, changed our places. hurrhurr. and then had to shift class for chinese lesson. all the way to threefour. but its not really far. haha. and im in the same chinese class as jos and noel! and that chinese teachers super boring. hahaha. fell asleep on her first lesson. haha.&lt;br /&gt;then lets see. stella hos my emath teacher. seriously, i dont really get what shes talking about. uh huhh. haha. and that mister-band-chan's my amath teacher. hes really funny but a bit annoying at times. but yeah he can teach. and his spelling sucks. haha! then then. mrs tangs my physics teacher. uhh shes kinda funny. haha. and ms yap's my chem teacher. shes okay i guess, except that she started lesson straight. uh huhh.&lt;br /&gt;mrs siaus my accounts teacher! yayy. shes so hilarious and fun. hahhaha. and last but not least. mister mus's my history teacher. &lt;strong&gt;may's crushed&lt;/strong&gt; that hes not her history teacher. aww. hahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;yes. and i just read somebodys blog. she sucks hell lot. like she thinks shes so great and interesting and fun?! hell noooo. i didnt think that she would even blog such stuff. i used to think that shes really nice and all, but nope. i was wrong. shes like the most hypocritical person ever! and if your ever reading this now. dont doubt. its you. you should know its you. and its okay. you can like confront me in school. and i'll gladly tell you: its so fucking you! im not gonna post your name, in case you go home and cry and sob and tear and whatever, but you should have a rough idea that its you im talking about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-110491669730294514?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/110491669730294514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=110491669730294514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110491669730294514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110491669730294514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2005/01/her.html' title='her.'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-110467444367074799</id><published>2005-01-02T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T16:05:12.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>renewed</title><content type='html'>happy new year everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;a new year. a new start. a new me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow. i didnt go online for two days! so proud of myself. wanted to brag to charm and char they all, but. but none of them are online now! morons. hahha. kidding. see see see. you are long forgotten. i mean. in the resisting process. gonna reach the forgetting process soon!(:&lt;br /&gt;anyways. theres school tomorrow. almost forgot what the term school means. aha. and. i have to stay back tomorrow. on the forst day of school. what rubbish is this man. morons! hahahha. but cant wait to say hi to all tomorrow. if only we can all go back home after saying hi. hahahha. that'll be cool. anyhow. see you guys tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-110467444367074799?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/110467444367074799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=110467444367074799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110467444367074799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110467444367074799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2005/01/renewed.html' title='renewed'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-110441119103593106</id><published>2004-12-30T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T16:05:54.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sympathy.</title><content type='html'>lets see. went for lunch with mom and dad. then went school to get my school books. yeap, then later went to donate lots of stuff for the sri lanka people at some st michael's place. right anyways, then went to novena. took a train to somerset to meet charm. and we were in the same train! cool huhh. haha but we didnt see each other in the train though. anyhow. we were kinda late meeting up with emy. and guanyu. guanyu left after passing us some stuff. supposedly to the library.&lt;br /&gt;then the three of us went to bk for lunch. after that, went heeren to get charms slippers. then walked around and stuff. wanted to drink at coffee bean, but it was full. so went to walk somemore at wisma. then went back to coffee bean. haha. and it was fuller? ahaha. so we went to mos instead. after that, met up with charlene. discussed bout tomorrow and stuff. then went home.&lt;br /&gt;and i was supposed to blog bout charm. and now i forgot what it is. and shes rejoicing right now. haha. ass.&lt;br /&gt;anyhow. some people seriously have nothing better to do. so annoying. and some twits will always remain as twits. twit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-110441119103593106?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/110441119103593106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=110441119103593106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110441119103593106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110441119103593106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2004/12/sympathy.html' title='sympathy.'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-110433081240488769</id><published>2004-12-29T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T16:06:36.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random.</title><content type='html'>oh went ps today. to pay my bills. and the usual nagging. hahaha. anyways thats not my point. well actually i didnt wanna blog, its all charms fault! hahah kidding.&lt;br /&gt;ya charm! shes sooo annoying! haha. always bluffing me huhh huhh. very fun ya! charm should be guilty man. hahaha. wait till i start my cookie crap. (:&lt;br /&gt;[yesterday] went town. with char charm and emy. yeah watched phantom of the opera. like oh god. seriously the songs are quite nice, but i do find it a little boring. not exactly my kind show. was supposed to watch blade trinity with char, but then they didnt have the timings we wanted, so yeah. opera. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;yeap. saw noels *ahem. alone. hahaha. nice dressing i say. anyways. slack around in coffee bean after the movie, till seven!! then rushed home after getting an "important" message from noel. which turned out to be a disaster instead. one i'll always remember. as they say, never repeat ones mistake. yes. i wont. ever ever ever. (:&lt;br /&gt;right then. spent the entire night thinking yesterday. a waste of my time indeed. because i still cant come up with any answers. well, more time should do the trick perhaps? aah.&lt;br /&gt;haha. cant wait for the count down. its gonna be fun.&lt;br /&gt;alright. laters then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-110433081240488769?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/110433081240488769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=110433081240488769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110433081240488769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110433081240488769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2004/12/random.html' title='random.'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-110424028512976454</id><published>2004-12-28T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T16:06:54.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tellme</title><content type='html'>tell me why. tell me why are you such an ass? tell me why are you such a bastard? tell me why are you so annoying? tell me whyy! tell me whyy do i still miss you so fucking much!&lt;br /&gt;just go to hell man. seriously. life would be better without you. i wont ever ever ever! think bout you again. screw you! and by the way. i hate christmas. and you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-110424028512976454?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/110424028512976454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=110424028512976454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110424028512976454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110424028512976454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2004/12/tellme.html' title='tellme'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-110396468776916334</id><published>2004-12-25T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T16:07:28.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ho ho ho</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;merry christmas everyone!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's christmas today. Doesnt seem like it. Okay anyways. I've received messages from almost everyone except from you. No card no message no nothing. We can forget bout the card i know. The least you could do was say thank you? What happened to the "polite" you? huhh. Perhaps i had mistaken you all along. Maybe this is the real you. Or maybe there some misunderstandings in between. like how coincidental. huhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow. Spent my day watching cartoons? Yeah i know. Very interesting indeed. Santa Claus existed in all the cartoons. Thats the joy of watching cartoons. Everything's so happy. so. So unrealistic. But who doesnt wish that it will all come true someday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant do this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-110396468776916334?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/110396468776916334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=110396468776916334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110396468776916334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110396468776916334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2004/12/ho-ho-ho.html' title='ho ho ho'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-110389137113262413</id><published>2004-12-24T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T16:08:19.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>myonlywish.</title><content type='html'>Last night I took a walk in the snow&lt;br /&gt;Couples holding hands, places to go&lt;br /&gt;Seems like everyone but me is in love.&lt;br /&gt;Santa can you hear me?&lt;br /&gt;I signed my letter that's sealed with a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;I sent it off, and just said this&lt;br /&gt;I know exactly what I want this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa can you hear me?&lt;br /&gt;I want my baby, baby&lt;br /&gt;I want someone to love me&lt;br /&gt;And someone to hold&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, maybe (maybe, maybe)&lt;br /&gt;He'll be all my own in a big red bow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa can you hear me?&lt;br /&gt;I have been so good this year.&lt;br /&gt;And all I want is one thing&lt;br /&gt;Tell me my true love is here.&lt;br /&gt;He's all I want, just for me&lt;br /&gt;Underneath my Christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting here&lt;br /&gt;Santa that's my only wish this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve, I just can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;Would I be wrong, for taking a peek?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I heard that you're comin' to town.&lt;br /&gt;Santa can you hear me?&lt;br /&gt;I really hope that you're on your way&lt;br /&gt;With something special for me in your sleigh&lt;br /&gt;Oh please make my wish come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa can you hear me?&lt;br /&gt;I want my baby, baby&lt;br /&gt;I want someone to love me&lt;br /&gt;And someone to hold&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, maybe (maybe, maybe)&lt;br /&gt;We'll be all alone under the mistletoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa can you hear me?&lt;br /&gt;I have been so good this year.&lt;br /&gt;And all I want is one thing&lt;br /&gt;Tell me my true love is here.&lt;br /&gt;He's all I want, just for me&lt;br /&gt;Underneath my Christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting here&lt;br /&gt;Santa that's my only wish this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my letter reaches you in time.&lt;br /&gt;Bring me a love, I can call all mine&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I have been so good so good this year&lt;br /&gt;Can't be alone, under the mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;He's all I want in a big red bow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa can you hear me?&lt;br /&gt;I have been so good this year&lt;br /&gt;And all I want is one thing&lt;br /&gt;Tell me my true love is here.&lt;br /&gt;He's all I want, just for me&lt;br /&gt;Underneath my Christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting here&lt;br /&gt;Santa that's my only wish this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Santa, can you hear me?&lt;br /&gt;He's all I want, just for me&lt;br /&gt;Underneath my Christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting here&lt;br /&gt;Santa that's my only wish this year.&lt;br /&gt;Santa that's my only wish this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-110389137113262413?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/110389137113262413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=110389137113262413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110389137113262413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110389137113262413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2004/12/myonlywish.html' title='myonlywish.'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-110372266619311441</id><published>2004-12-22T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T16:08:42.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dumbness.</title><content type='html'>They say The Truth Hurts. Hahaha. Right. It sureee does!&lt;br /&gt;Yeap. It does. But! It's also the best solution to get out of self-denial. If theres any. Oh. Its the best way to move on with life. Yeap. My point exactly. :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow. Uh. Went tp today. To eat and haha. You wont believe this man. TO POST THE CHRISTMAS CARDS!!! Yeah i know. All the way to tp just to post cards?! Haha, but really, it's like on the way, so yeah. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Yupp yupp. After eating, drank at starbucks. (: yayy. Haha. And then charm messaged me. And boyy. Gave me such a fright! I thought it was who. But yeah! The truth hurts! I mean that i didnt receive the message from someone else. And not that charm messaged me okayy. Haha. Yeah. Meeting them tomorrow. Gonna watch Char perform! Hahahhahahha.&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait. Partly cos that chars performing. And yeah. Cos i wanna get out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. I was like asking my mom which way to post is faster. At the post office, or the posting box downstairs. And she was like, the fastest ways to post it at your friends' houses. Like. Not funny! Hahahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;And. Tan ailing haven call me yet. Like resposibility! Did i spelt that right? Haha. Microsoft word eh? Nonono. Never ever. Hmmph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-110372266619311441?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/110372266619311441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=110372266619311441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110372266619311441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110372266619311441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2004/12/dumbness.html' title='dumbness.'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-110362922883275035</id><published>2004-12-21T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T16:09:12.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ohmigoshness.</title><content type='html'>no wonder people say "theres only a thin line between love and hate". just a teeny weeny incident can cause you to fall over that line. cross over that line. whatever. it may sound really ironic. but trust me. you'll know its just right once you experience it. did i? im gonna find out soon.&lt;br /&gt;charms cycling now. huhh huhh. chars having dinner. but wells. she did helped just now. thanks. but i think i dont need help anymore. after today. it's gonna be soo over. (: at least i think so now.&lt;br /&gt;21st. hmm. im marking down today. also, four more days to christmas. christmas just sucks this year okayy. im not gonna enjoy it i swear. at least not now. im not a slightest bit excited bout it. except that watching char perform on the twenty third. whichs like not christmas yet.&lt;br /&gt;anyhow. i just wanna get out. watch ten thousand movies. stuff myself with food and drinks. or. just sleep the whole day at home till school reopens. at least i'll feel better either way. but the second choice isnt really possible. cos i haven get books yet. theres like piano lessons. and arrgh.&lt;br /&gt;and yes. this christmas's gonna be the most memorable one of all. bad memory that is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-110362922883275035?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/110362922883275035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=110362922883275035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110362922883275035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110362922883275035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2004/12/ohmigoshness.html' title='ohmigoshness.'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-110354863106191254</id><published>2004-12-20T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T16:09:40.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>collide.</title><content type='html'>Todays the dayy. But nothing happened! Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow. Went town today. To get christmas cards.=) It turned out to be a disaster. Yeah. I mean the cards. It's not really what you call pretty and classy and whatever. Its rather screwed. Right! Anyways! Saw quite a number of people at coffee bean today. Uhh. Ty, amos, and gf. Hah. Thad, mikey... and so on. I think they know that we were looking at them? Like the whole group took turns to glance back at us. And. Ty's group left right after me and charm stood up. And thads group left right after emy and char stood up. Like pure coincidence? Maybe. Yeah. Like bumped into them again when we came out of the toilet. Right.&lt;br /&gt;Left for Tangs after that. Wanted to get stickers to stick on the ugly patch in the cards. But sadly, couldnt find any. So went to subway at lido. Sat down and all. Then emy had to leave. So char charm and me went to wisma to walk around. Then went to the train station shortly. Got down at tp with charm. Cos i needed to get stamps. The freaking queue was so super long! Waited like a life time there. Anyhow. Got the stamps eventually. Wanted to get another card, because the ones i got today was hedious. But, didnt get it. Cos there really isnt a nice nice one. And im not even sure if im able to get the address in time. Right. Then went to novena and went for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Came back home. Just as i expected. No one. Oh yes. Uh decided not to blog bout some stuff anymore. As it isnt really what you call, safe. Heh. Anyways, just wish me luckk. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-110354863106191254?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/110354863106191254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=110354863106191254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110354863106191254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110354863106191254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2004/12/collide.html' title='collide.'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-110345150322225248</id><published>2004-12-19T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T16:10:27.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>performancee</title><content type='html'>[yesterday] Went town to meet charm and emy, supposedly to watch noel perform at wheelock. When i reached cine, this charm was standing at the wall there, and it was like a "blind spot", so i couldnt see her. She was happily staring at me while I was walking around like a moron. Haha. Thanks ar Charm. Very smart of you. Hahahahhahha. Anyhow, went for lunch when emy arrived. Yeap. Then Dominic messaged Charm to ask her where she was cos he was at Wheelock and he dont see noel. As it was raining, we stayed in cine for a while before heading down to Wheelock. Yeah we walked in the rain. Uh. When we reached Wheelock, we couldnt find noel either, so we planned to drink and sit at coffee bean. But it was full. So went over to starbucks, and got a place to sit. While we were getting our drinks, this &lt;strong&gt;blind&lt;/strong&gt; caucasian woman just happily missed out emys bag, and put her drink and food on the table and started eating. So we had to like stand outside with no where to sit? Hahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow. Then Dominic came with his south park friend. Hahahhaha. Passed the gifts to charm. And the brand was. Hah. Nice. Yeah we know Charm and noel love the brand alot. ;) Hahahha. Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. There wasnt really any performance, i think partly cos of the rain. So we went to Heeren. No. We went to taka first. Heh. Uh to look at the cards. Christmas cards! :)&lt;br /&gt;Then went to Heeren. Emy tried the churos, but she doesnt think its nice. But it is nice! Okay anyhow. The point is. We saw Christopher Michael Lee! Yeap, took a pic with him. Hahaha. He is kinda cute. But not really tall. Oh ya. Emy and her logic of some smiley thingy. But i wont deny that it kinda worked. Hahaha. Yeah figure it out and maybe you can try it some time eh? Hah.&lt;br /&gt;One freaking more day to go! Oh boy. I think i better get the card ready first. Wish me luck. :) Okay fine. Cards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-110345150322225248?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/110345150322225248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=110345150322225248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110345150322225248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110345150322225248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2004/12/performancee.html' title='performancee'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-110334417090375183</id><published>2004-12-18T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T16:11:15.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>half a year.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;six months.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been two days and I'm missin' you already&lt;br /&gt;Never really thought you could mean&lt;br /&gt;So much in such a little time&lt;br /&gt;Think about the nights when I'm lyin' in your bed&lt;br /&gt;With my chest resting your head&lt;br /&gt;Now that you're gone I'm here to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm fallin' down.&lt;br /&gt;Down down down&lt;br /&gt;With a bad case of love. Love love love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think I'm falling for you. You you you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, I'm falling in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you come back all I wanna do is hold you&lt;br /&gt;Have a blast even though there's nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;Hold you close and look you in the eyes&lt;br /&gt;So just come back and I'll tell you how I feel&lt;br /&gt;Never knew how easy you could steal my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss you come home soon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, I'm fallin' in love&lt;br /&gt;I think, I'm fallin' in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know that you won't be home when I call you&lt;br /&gt;You're in England now, I hope that you'll be home soon&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know that you won't be there when I call you, NOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very nice song indeed. heh. anyhow. december eighteen. very nice day. riiight.&lt;br /&gt;guanyu went china yeaterday. haha. gonna miss her. and counting down to two more days. how very exciting. lalala. and im suppose to go malaysia tomorrow! then grannys going out, so my aunt cant get out of the house, so im not going. hmmph.&lt;br /&gt;alright. its fate. hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-110334417090375183?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/110334417090375183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=110334417090375183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110334417090375183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110334417090375183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2004/12/half-year.html' title='half a year.'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-110312993939747742</id><published>2004-12-16T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T16:11:54.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>backkkkkk.</title><content type='html'>Jesus Christ! i'm back! like finally. haha. anyways.&lt;br /&gt;to everyone: thanks for tagging! missed you guys.&lt;br /&gt;to guanyu: happy updating my blog eh? heh. alright thanks a million!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy back to the point. i shall not elaborate on the trip, but just a few points. yeap.&lt;br /&gt;oh ya! the plane is so annoying! they had to put channel on the screen as short form. i almost died. haha. go figure out whats the short form of channel. heh.&lt;br /&gt;right. went to nanjing on the first day. hmm. the foods not bad and the hotels facilities kinda good too, so overall its considered enjoyable on the first day. but i was freezing my ass off cause i didnt bring a coat with me. haha.&lt;br /&gt;okayy. second day. we went to uhh. ohh ya. wuxi? haha. cant remember. but i bought a coat there. and they gave us like really limited time to shop. had to rush like mad. oh have i mention that we had eggs everyday? as in different kind of eggs. fried eggs, egg with tofu, steam eggs. yeah and the list goes on. ooh and macdonalds for supper almost everyday and ice cream! yumm. cos the food sucks for the following days. haha. aah and french fries for breakfast. cool eh?! hahahhahaha. oh ya! and good grief they had starbucks there, or not i dont know how im gonna survive there. haha.&lt;br /&gt;okok. then then. i forgot bout the rest. lets just jump to shanghai. which is like the most pleasant place ever. civilisation. definitely. the buildings are like whoa. kinda a bit of european style. very very nice. but the foods not exactly great though. a bit weird. they dont serve rice. its just dish and dish and dish. yeap. ohh yes. amazing shopping malls there. and theres this place that sells really cheap stuff and you have to bargain. haha. so fun. oh god but the people there are like filthy. they spit anywhere and everywhere. and they smoke alot too. air pollution rates like the distance between the sky and the ground. and and and. the traffics a major mess. cars crosses anytime and anywhere. and you can be seen standing in the middle of the road with cars passing by you in different directions, horning at you. like yes noise pollution. ew.&lt;br /&gt;anyhow. to the people from the tour group. this auntie d. god. shes like a total control freak. her sons like fourteen which is like the same age as me. and shes like so scared that he'll get lost or something. and she studys with him. studys with him!?!? she drags him out of bed at like four in the morning during exam period to study. goshh. i'd rather kill myself if shes my mom. ask her bout source base questions and she knows how to do it. so freaky. and shes irritaing. i was sitting in front of her in the plane. and she dont let me lean my seat back. why? cos she says she have no space. like fuck off bitch. like go on a fucking diet. i swear i felt like punching her in the face.&lt;br /&gt;ahh. super tired now. like one to two am now. haha. will try to remember more stuff tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;counting five days more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-110312993939747742?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/110312993939747742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=110312993939747742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110312993939747742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110312993939747742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2004/12/backkkkkk.html' title='backkkkkk.'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-110310273417532732</id><published>2004-12-15T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T19:01:08.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tralalalalaaaa...&lt;br /&gt;im back to update afta duno how many daes&lt;br /&gt;cos i had church camp!&lt;br /&gt;omg&lt;br /&gt;i got so much ta tell u lar&lt;br /&gt;haha. shall call u tmr nite! lol&lt;br /&gt;hope u'll b home by dat tym&lt;br /&gt;heehee&lt;br /&gt;sri abt de msgs on ur phone arh&lt;br /&gt;cldnt help it&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;oh wells&lt;br /&gt;missin u loads bestie!!!&lt;br /&gt;heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+guanyu&lt;br /&gt;rawks jeannies world&lt;br /&gt;n everyone noes it! =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-110310273417532732?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/110310273417532732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=110310273417532732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110310273417532732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110310273417532732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2004/12/tralalalalaaaa.html' title=''/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-110256628393723445</id><published>2004-12-09T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T18:33:58.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thursdae. 9 december 2004. 6.34 pm&lt;br /&gt;back to update since im feelin lyk super super bored. heh&lt;br /&gt;bahh bahh bahhhh.. heee.&lt;br /&gt;btw. how was ur appeal?&lt;br /&gt;not notified yet? oh wells. lala&lt;br /&gt;must tell me alrites? hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guanyu(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heyyyy!!! im here to update since ure not in town. hee&lt;br /&gt;argh. im so gonna miss you bestie!!!&lt;br /&gt;by de tym u cum back&lt;br /&gt;its abt tym for me to go overseas alrr..&lt;br /&gt;-pouts-&lt;br /&gt;no one to neh wif for lyk how many daes.. lol&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;must go out when we are &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; free. lol&lt;br /&gt;but emphasize on de [all]&lt;br /&gt;since we r alwaes gg out in 2s n 3s. haha&lt;br /&gt;lalalaalaaaaa.. duno wad to type lar&lt;br /&gt;heee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guanyu(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-110256628393723445?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/110256628393723445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=110256628393723445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110256628393723445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110256628393723445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2004/12/thursdae.html' title=''/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-110242723326672937</id><published>2004-12-07T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T16:12:34.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>losing it.</title><content type='html'>Ohh man. Like &lt;strong&gt;I knew it!!!&lt;/strong&gt; I should have seen this coming man. I mean it always happens, how can I forget this time? But anyways, I did.&lt;br /&gt;Came back home. And you were already gone. Yeah not even a thousand prayers help now. Who doesn’t know that you’re unpredictable? Yeah no wonder I didn’t even thought of the fact that you might be there in the afternoon or evening. Yeah its &lt;strong&gt;fate&lt;/strong&gt; man. It so is. Cos why? I went out this afternoon to get my camera. And then went back at around five plus and waited for my mom till like seven? And then went to do last minute shopping till eight, then had dinner till eight fifteen. Came online at eight twenty. Saw no someone. Thought that he might be late. But then I was wrong. In fact he was early. Must be too early huhh.&lt;br /&gt;Oh god. I still can’t believe this. I mean a long awaited day? Today. I longed for today since last night okay. And now it’s like not happening. And worse still. I’m gonna have a really terrible time in Shanghai. Furthermore, I’ll have to wait like &lt;strong&gt;fifteen&lt;/strong&gt; days more. No. make it sixteen man. Before I can talk to him again. Oh god. Whats the world coming to?!&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow. Today. Went for training. God. Coach didn’t come today. Now coach reminds me of someone. Yeah like thanks man. Gonna have a really hard time during training next time. Anyways. Left at twelve. Mom came and fetch me home to retrieve my receipt for the camera. Uh then dad fetched me to novena, took a train to somerset. Went cine to meet charm and emy. Met joyce outside cine. Told me about some action that went on after I left. Pretty funny. Yeap. Went to get charms ice cream, emy’s kid chocolate, and then my milo and apple pie. After that went to get emy’s cousins present. Then went wisma to get my camera. And bought the memory stick. Right. Then walked around. Went cine’s long johns for fries. And taka’s mos for drinks. And my chilli sause. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Went home after that. Got off at tp with charm. This guy just came up and couldn’t stop blabbering. Charm was like just staring at the ground. Then we just burst out laughing. Haha. Felt so bad. Heh. We couldn’t catch anything he said! Yeah then went to look for my mom at the salon. Waited for like ten thousand years. Stoned there. Well, its my hobby so its alright. Yeah then went to the supermarket to get snacks for the trip.&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy. I really don’t wanna leave tomorrow. Although its only for eight freaking days, but then I’ll miss out so much. I mean. I’ll miss my friends. Charmmyy, Emyy, Char, Guanyu. Yeah the list goes on. And of cos not forgetting someone. I’ll definitely miss coming online. Especially since its my only source to someone. Huhh huhh. Oh wells. When I come back. He wont be around. And then I’ll have to wait somemore. Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. I’m officially depressed now. I feel like killing myself man. And I haven pack yet. And I don’t feel like doing anything. It’s just. Omg. I dunno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-110242723326672937?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/110242723326672937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=110242723326672937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110242723326672937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110242723326672937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2004/12/losing-it.html' title='losing it.'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-110234393849970448</id><published>2004-12-06T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T16:13:18.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ahem.</title><content type='html'>Monday. Training tomorrow. So sick. Anyways, I’ll be leaving on Wednesday morning. Ahhh. And what I want now is just eight simple digits. Okayy.&lt;br /&gt;Youu, Youu!!! What’s up with you may I know. Maybe I suck at hinting, well you know what? You suck at getting the hint! Or perhaps you just rock at acting blur. Huhh. Huhh.&lt;br /&gt;I hinted for like half an hour or so. And you just changed the subject in one minute!?!? Clap clap clap. Very brilliant indeed. Ahh! Damn you! Can’t you like just take the initiative to ask since I’ve already been dropping hints! Huhh!&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow. Tomorrow is the last day man. If I can’t get it tomorrow, I don’t know how I’m gonna survive the next few days in Shanghai. I’ll be keeping my fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;Oh God. What’s the world coming to man. With asses like youu. Haha. Pretty cute one though. Oops. I’m kidding. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Alright alright. In no mood to do anything, So I shall go sleep now. Missing America’s Next Top Model. Oh wells, it isn’t that exciting anymore after knowing who’s gonna win. Okay, ciaos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-110234393849970448?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/110234393849970448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=110234393849970448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110234393849970448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110234393849970448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2004/12/ahem.html' title='ahem.'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534796.post-110223470364930557</id><published>2004-12-05T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T16:13:59.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the end.</title><content type='html'>Sunday. Was supposed to have piano todayy. But somehow, didnt feel like having any lessons, just felt like slacking the entire dayy. And there's this thing running through my mind every second. I wonder when will this come to an end. It's all curosity's fault.&lt;br /&gt;I'be been wondering if this password thingy on my blog actually come to any use. I know it's kinda troublesome sometimes, but oh wells. It's better to be safe than to be sorry. And I don't even know if I'm safe or not. Doesn't even need to see my blog. Just a question, and everything comes out. And that will be my death day huhh. The End for me. I need to do some serious praying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to emy: Damn. I kinda forgot. Haha. And hey! You got in! Congrats. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to guanyu: Oh yes. Feel very hounoured.=) Heh. And excuse mee. Who's the dummyy huhh. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to charm: Yeahyeah. Haha. Who tried a million times and still can't get in? Huhh. Hah. I bet you clicked a lil lighter than usual!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to noel: Haha. You ought to. It's my blog! Hahahhhahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to + charlene: Hey! I don't remember giving you the password! Are you brilliant or what? How did you get in?! Hahahhaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534796-110223470364930557?l=jeaalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/110223470364930557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534796&amp;postID=110223470364930557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110223470364930557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534796/posts/default/110223470364930557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaalicious.blogspot.com/2004/12/end.html' title='the end.'/><author><name>you know you love me;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240546020573335506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
