<?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-11958762</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:09:46.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sOuL mEeTs SoUL on LoVeR'S liPs</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>157</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-5782277497686651767</id><published>2008-10-31T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T21:10:58.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Although it has been a rough couple of weeks for us, I think we made it through perfect. We quarreled, but it meant nothing. We misunderstood but we clarified. We were tired, but we gave in. We were busy, but we tried. Nothing else matters. Really, Nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S I LOVE 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/11958762-5782277497686651767?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/5782277497686651767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=5782277497686651767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/5782277497686651767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/5782277497686651767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2008/10/although-it-has-been-rough-couple-of.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-3071814807807988240</id><published>2008-10-09T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T20:41:41.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>exams are not over but the bulk of it is..im still in the midst of countless projects and assignments.due dates keep piling up and its taking its toll on me.I havent been exercising one bit as soccer has stopped for awhile fo a break. Feel so sluggish with the lack of exercise.. training starts today but i dun think ill be going kuz my stomach hurts like hell!having such bad cramps..but we will see..maybe if i fl a lil better later ill head ver to ulu pandan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cnt wait to see the girls on sunday..this lee so secretive..im really curious to whr we are going! eh! of kuz i will wear properly la..haha..im nt so horrible k..haha..maybe la but not so bad wad..haha..hmm..are we going to watch you perform?are we going to catch a premiere to a movie?? are we watching some hot guys strut their stuff on the runway??hahahahaha..maybe an educational film?or some play?man....im excited!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I've got church before that so i will see u guys there.will msg ya tmrw to ask fer details pantat..wohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are arriving tmrw noon i think..I'm so happy!!haha..yeayea i miss their presence..and ive been doing all the housework and cooking..feel quite proud of myself...i think i can survie haha..although i will survive better if lee is arnd..haha..cooking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you girls many man...&lt;br /&gt;Lays i cnt wait to hear stories..&lt;br /&gt;Lee, i cnt wait to hear more stories!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios fer now.&lt;br /&gt;Gna start project.&lt;br /&gt;Busy busy busy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-3071814807807988240?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/3071814807807988240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=3071814807807988240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/3071814807807988240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/3071814807807988240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2008/10/exams-are-not-over-but-bulk-of-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-1529287679837472431</id><published>2008-09-05T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T03:42:49.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SMENHu8obiI/AAAAAAAAALQ/FRZHdymrglA/s1600-h/SIM+SOCCER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242485867748552226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SMENHu8obiI/AAAAAAAAALQ/FRZHdymrglA/s400/SIM+SOCCER.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SMEM_UPOQ_I/AAAAAAAAALI/4e1OCWIF91I/s1600-h/SIM+SOCCER+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242485723139818482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SMEM_UPOQ_I/AAAAAAAAALI/4e1OCWIF91I/s400/SIM+SOCCER+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SMEM2wTdcSI/AAAAAAAAALA/Lq0nhFgJ28s/s1600-h/SIM+SOCCER+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242485576054960418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SMEM2wTdcSI/AAAAAAAAALA/Lq0nhFgJ28s/s400/SIM+SOCCER+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SMEMvqzJkfI/AAAAAAAAAK4/f7qTl0hJPM8/s1600-h/SIM+SOCCER+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242485454318178802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SMEMvqzJkfI/AAAAAAAAAK4/f7qTl0hJPM8/s400/SIM+SOCCER+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SMEMpUmfQHI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-aixrvGjt6M/s1600-h/SIM+SOCCER+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242485345280278642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SMEMpUmfQHI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-aixrvGjt6M/s400/SIM+SOCCER+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SMEMX0DE0ZI/AAAAAAAAAKo/PiWbYRTlvW0/s1600-h/SIM+SOCCER.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a soccer match on Wednesday this week against NUS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Score was 7-0, NUS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next match is on Wednesday against SMU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Busy busy busy this week and next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 modules, 5 projects, tests studying and soccer!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Niwae..heres a pic of SIM's soccer team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-1529287679837472431?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/1529287679837472431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=1529287679837472431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-5254226632638565732</id><published>2008-08-14T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T04:05:25.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last night was hons bdae party....but before that i had another jamming session with the pantats,,lee and lays..kum couldnt make it..oh well..but we had fun..played a number of songs and just chilled..its always great having them around..acting all nutty and talking nonsense..theres always some form of comfort there..even if its just a short while..anyway, after tht we went fer the AFTER PARTY..haha..well it was fun alrite...we had a FILLING but nice dinner together at riverside indo restaurant..there was soooo much food..but i can officially say that ms luyana ate the MOSTEST!haha..clubbing at pump and arena was awesome..maybe kuz i havent been out like that in the longest time..but it fellt good to be not thinking of assignments and projects and anything other thn nice music to rock to..haha..ARENA was FANTABULOUS i tell u..i love tht american band...very entertaining..i cnt believe i was dancing alot yesterday..i surprised myself..i guess i really was enjying myself a whole lot..haha..there was some happening moments during pump which thush enjyed..licking god noes what off god noes who?????!!!!!hahaha...well im happy she had fun..no pics up yet but im sure lee will be posting them up when there are pics..haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My results are out!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English:A-&lt;br /&gt;Algebra and Trigo: A&lt;br /&gt;Music and Society: A&lt;br /&gt;Psychology: B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GPA: 3.693&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHEWWWW!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-5254226632638565732?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-6011095090311261595</id><published>2008-08-01T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T10:03:23.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>goSHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After not studying for one whole year..i finally remember how studying feels like!!&lt;br /&gt;Its sooooooooooooo tiring and mentally draining!and worst of all..my best fren is here!!!cRAMPZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! gRUMPY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;but noe wad..studying this time round feels so much better thn alevels..maybe kuz i love what im studyng....gurls please pray fer me fer my examz....&lt;br /&gt;lays bdae bbq tmrw....yumyum..&lt;br /&gt;time to slp......&lt;br /&gt;what a day....&lt;br /&gt;studied emotion, stress and health psych..and did math revision..and i havent started learning my music theories...but am quite confident..kuz i paid attention..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man..i think my mum is sooo cool...haha..will update mre abt her when i actually can if nt ill spoil the surprise fer those who dun noe...heeeeee....&lt;br /&gt;cnt wait..................!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NITEY NITE PEOPLE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-6011095090311261595?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/6011095090311261595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=6011095090311261595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/6011095090311261595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/6011095090311261595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2008/08/goshhhh-after-not-studying-for-one.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-4719524818150013818</id><published>2008-07-30T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T21:42:01.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When sch first started it was like dang exciting....new sch..new subjects..a fresh start..more frens..at first everything seemed cool..like everything just fell into place with the frens bit..made quite a few frens..but as the sem is ending..im finally seeing their true colours..haha..like theres this guy..who at first seemed totally nice..and amiable and everything..after being in the same class with him fer sooooooooo lng and sooo many modules we have are the same..im getting FUSTRETEK! haha..as lee would say it..i mean its like so annoying...hes so caught up with himself..he thinks everything is boring..he thinks his life is in shambles..which is crap when its not..he hates how he lks which is crap..he has such low self esteem which is annoying..oh man..hes just not a man man la..or even a guy guy..if theres such a thing even..its like..hes worst thn a gurl..and im not bringing dwn all the gurls out there..haha..anyway...i came to a conclusion..so far..ive only made lke 2 gd frens..its sad but nt  a bad thing either.oh well..im not to hung up on that actually..im more worried bout my exams..my grades at the moment..other thn tht..everything else  just falls under.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so sad tht we couldnt go out on lays bdae itself..i hope she had fun though..we will meet on sat yea gurl n have our own fun..i wonder if miss Mi******** wil be cming..niwae..catch up soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh n lee...gd luck fer ur theory..u cn do it man!&lt;br /&gt;dun stress yea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumz..hows sch man??im jealous of u..haha..im sure ntu is gna be  a hell of alot of fun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i know what pantat says whn sometimes she feels a bit inferior compared to others in nus and ntu..u just cnt help tht feeling,..because everyone just kps comparing..and everyone already has that steoreotype of the different unis..i mean..i dun regret being where i am now..i dun at all..but sometimes tht feeling just appears out of nowhere..like..man....they are so much better thn me..but truth be told..when we graduate..we have the same degree..and what matters..is not where u graduate from...but what you do with that degree afterward. so i have to kp telling myself this evertime my family kps talking abt NUS...kuz im honestly getting quite tired of hearing it over and over and over again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niwae..just wana shout out tht i love you guys..lee lays missing you guys...cnt wait to see u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-4719524818150013818?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/4719524818150013818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=4719524818150013818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/4719524818150013818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/4719524818150013818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2008/07/when-sch-first-started-it-was-like-dang.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-2378254703939251626</id><published>2008-07-13T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T19:54:58.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Due to lee's request..heres my essay on the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;War of the sexes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The war of the sexes has been ongoing for a few centuries now. As we all know, the male and the female species have distinct similarities and differences between them which may or may not cause the occasional conflicts and misunderstandings. The fact still remains that man and woman are two completely different beings, and trying to decipher or analyze them is nothing but futile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was deep in thought, pondering over the stereotypes of men and women, I asked myself if my laptop was either. If I had to choose the gender of my computer, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men as a computer; In order to get their attention, you have to turn them on.&lt;br /&gt;It does not help that technology has become so advanced to the point where cable was invented. More and more sports channels, more and more football matches, less and less time spent with boyfriend or husband. This has become somewhat of a norm and yet, we women just do not get it. It is quite simple really. Men enjoy football and will and only turn their attention otherwise if we woman, assume the role of a computer. Switched off, and his eyes will be fixed on sweaty men chasing a ball. Turned on, and football will suddenly become thrash. Do men only focus on something or someone merely based on impulse? What men consider important at one point maybe redundant the next. Is it that difficult to get a man’s attention?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women as a computer; we search and scan for details like a helpdesk.&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary, we women need not have our engines ignited. We are constantly warmed up and ready to seek for answers to the endless questions we have. In our attempt to search for what we believe are answers, we subconsciously draw comparisons to suit our compatibility mode; to what we assume is right. When women focus on an act of impulse, women, unlike men, consider all the possibilities of ‘everything’ in a ‘something’. Because we are women, it is not in our nature to leave unresolved issues hanging in the air and therefore, it is easier to gain our attention when a topic concerning relationship is being discussed.  When it comes down to details, we pay very close attention to the slightest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men as a computer; they are supposed to help you solve problems, but half the time they ARE the problem&lt;br /&gt;Using the computer is supposedly said to be easier, in a sense that it speeds up the process of things. For example, paying your bills online should be of course, a much quicker process than actually physically making your way to the post office, queuing and then finally paying your, by then, overdue bill. There is also confirming your final schedule or sending your boss an important proposal. Like any other technology, there is bound to be a problem somewhere, somehow between the dates of purchase. From time to time, the computer might hang or there might be some problem with the computers connection and system. Not only does it slow your work down, it makes us do double the work causing the workload to increase, the problem to be bigger and thus more burden. Just like men, when we ask them to do something for us as simple as collecting a birthday gift or helping us to submit an important document within a deadline, they would always say “yes dear”, “of course I will help you dear” or “right away dear”. There is even the occasional promise. However, due to their “wonderful memory”, they simply forget or procrastinate. Ultimately, we women are left to throw out the rest of the garbage; sweep up the remains of the dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women as a computer; reboot application&lt;br /&gt;On the flipside of the coin, when all methods are used and finally exhausted, the computer has to finally shut down and the only way to retrieve all lost data is to reboot the whole system. Not every file would be retrieved. However, there is a consolation that at least some data, despite its level of its importance, would be found and this is a unique quality that us, women posses. As much as want to give up when a relationship shuts down, we still reach down inside to find one last solution to make it work.  It might not be the most attractive, but at least we lay it out on the table. Whether or not one attains the love lost in a relationship, the lost data retrieved would be communication&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The relationship between men and woman is rich in diversity and presents a kaleidoscope of paradoxes. It consists of the male anatomy of thinking and actions at one end of the continuum and the female anatomy of cleaning up after the men, on the other, with a host of communication skills in the middle. Despite all the differences that both sexes experience together or separately, there is always an anti-virus programme to protect the hard disk where the heart lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My laptop is definitely a he.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-2378254703939251626?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/2378254703939251626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=2378254703939251626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/2378254703939251626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/2378254703939251626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2008/07/due-to-lees-request.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-6938492175495875561</id><published>2008-04-21T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T10:15:12.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't undermine your worth by comparing yourself with others,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is because we are different that each of us is special.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't set your goals by what other people deem important,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Only you know what is best for you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't take for granted the things closest to your heart,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cling to that s you would your life,for without them life is meaningless.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't let your life slip thru your fingers by living in the past or future,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By living your life one day at a time,you live all the days of your life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't give up when you still got something to give,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nothing is really over..untill the moment you stop trying.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't be afraid to admit that you are less than perfect,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is the fragile thread that binds us together.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't be afraid to encounter risks,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is by taking chances that we learn to how be brave.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't shut love out of your life by saying its impossible to find,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The quickest way to receive love is to give love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The fastest way to lose love is to hold on too tightly,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the best way to give love is to give it wings.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't dismiss your dreams.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To be without dreams is to be without hope and to be without hope is to be without purpose.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't run thru life so fast that you forget where you have been,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But also know where you are going.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is not a race but a journey to be savoured&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;every step of the way.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-6938492175495875561?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/6938492175495875561/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-6907855712331643917</id><published>2008-04-17T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T22:24:41.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;One things for sure, I am not really what one calls a patient human being. Certain things like fixing a jigsaw puzzle, teaching kids and waiting for a friend who shows up late, i can tolerate.I dun even have to tolerate, ill be patient enough. But when i expect something from someone, and i dun get what i expect, i get really impatient and upset.In the first place, i shouldnt be expecting anything from anyone.Although it took a few hard knocks, Ive learnt to be patient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Endeavor to be always patient of the faults of others for you have many faults and imperfections of your own that require forbearance.If you are not able to make thyself for which thou wishest, how canst thou expect to mold another in conformity to thy will?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-6907855712331643917?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/6907855712331643917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=6907855712331643917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/6907855712331643917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/6907855712331643917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2008/04/one-things-for-sure-i-am-not-really.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-5314071221961356338</id><published>2008-04-05T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:24:31.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/R_eFyekZoMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/dQm0Z5X2MCY/s1600-h/IMG_3343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185760598186107074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/R_eFyekZoMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/dQm0Z5X2MCY/s400/IMG_3343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/R_eFgekZoLI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/rVs1gUz8-Ic/s1600-h/IMG_3340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185760288948461746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/R_eFgekZoLI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/rVs1gUz8-Ic/s400/IMG_3340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/R_eEUukZoKI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/aZ9rD3DCXRQ/s1600-h/IMG_3336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185758987573371042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/R_eEUukZoKI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/aZ9rD3DCXRQ/s400/IMG_3336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/R_eD_-kZoJI/AAAAAAAAAJs/f5ucp0McvK0/s1600-h/IMG_3337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185758631091085458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/R_eD_-kZoJI/AAAAAAAAAJs/f5ucp0McvK0/s400/IMG_3337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I can't believe it myself...I ACTUALLY COOKED!!!!....WE actually cooked!!!!!Well, Trev's been busy with sch assignments and project this week so i thought we could do something different over the weekend..i was reading an article over the internet on how cooking brings a couple closer together..in the majority of the cases!!hahaha...in our case..we din end uo quarrelling!!haha..we ended up working as a team actually...and we came up with the menu together..pan fried snapper with herbs and lemon dressing, spuds with basil herbs and honey ceaser salad..fer desert we had sliced pear with icecream topped with caramel..made by boiling brown sugar and water fer a loooong time..haha..anyway, our luch was really yummy and the fact tht we did it together made it wonderful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;adios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-5314071221961356338?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/5314071221961356338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=5314071221961356338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/5314071221961356338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/5314071221961356338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-cant-believe-it-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/R_eFyekZoMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/dQm0Z5X2MCY/s72-c/IMG_3343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-8353514750099899725</id><published>2008-04-01T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T06:19:03.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I Felt so so happy talking to the girls today..Met Lays and Lee fer a Sakae buffet lunch at Wheelock place this afternoon..As usual we almost immediately placed our usual orders with this "GOBLOK" waiter..haha...anyways..luching with them today felt really great..we talked abt so many things..each of us talking about our own individual lives..what we have been up to..school,relationships,upcoming events,past events....today we mostly talked about Lays decision for her course..what she wants to do in the future etc..we ended up having an intellectual conversation abt it..haha...it was really great talking to them..it made me miss them even more..its very impressive how we always make time for each other..everyweek..its like a give and take situation with us..we say how we feel..its inevitable that we each have totally different opinions.ideas,likes and dislikes..but i think tht is what keeps us together..our ability to adapt to each others differences...love you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-8353514750099899725?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/8353514750099899725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=8353514750099899725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/8353514750099899725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/8353514750099899725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-felt-so-so-happy-talking-to-girls.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-5259326989219070531</id><published>2008-03-31T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T07:45:37.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG!!! IM SO HOOKED ON THE SONG DANGEROUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-5259326989219070531?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/5259326989219070531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=5259326989219070531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/5259326989219070531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/5259326989219070531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2008/03/omg-im-so-hooked-on-song-dangerous.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-4450176797684373042</id><published>2008-03-11T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T11:05:20.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Am currently residing at my bros residence in bukit panjang..at first i thought it was going to be such a hassle to travel from one place to another and food eateries and what not but after a week i am finally starting to get used to this..it is actually a very convenient place..loads of buses and a shopping mall just opposite my block!not bad eh...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am also getting used to the routine arnd this house..its like..i sleep pretty late arnd 2ish because thats the only alone time i get with the tv as everyone gets to bed arnd 11ish 12..so thts when i switch on the tv and be enjoy my few hours of alone time..and than i get awaken by my adorable but mischievious and active godson who wakes me up by jumping on my legs at 6ish in the morning!!!!and it takes so long fer me to go back to sleep again because my parents have teamed up and joined the snoring choir!!!aiyo!!!haha..oh well..im getting the hang of things..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went over to Lays crib on Fri with ice cream and flowers..i think that tht night,although late and all..but i felt that u know..your friends are those you know that no matter what..and i mean no matter what..good or bad news..happy or sad times..they will be there..u just know they will be there..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Came down with the flu over the weekend..went to the British Club with my aunt audrey..it was fun although it was a small gathering..liane got us all ill!!haha..hope she feels better though kuz im feeling much better today..last few days i just wasn't in the mood fer anything..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hmm..tuition has been going alrite..not to bad i must say..kuz my student has been improving..although slowly..i feel that she won't let herself dwn in the end..at least i hope so..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today was the first Salsa lesson at Two Left Feet Dance Studio fer me and Trev..I must say i was little nervous at first..but than a the class started..it grew more fun..OMG!!BUT!! when it was partnering session,,we had to take turns to partner each guy..so that took forever because there were alot of us in the class..to pack i think..very little space..niwae..the instructor started giving out sweets to the guys...i think most of them should have taken and eaten at least 10 of it !!because when we had to pair up and stand really close together..and when some of the guys started talking to me..i nearly fell backwards!!aiyo....!hahaha..class ended late today at 10 ish so it was pretty tiring..my posture and all had to be super straight..heh..oh but i only got to partner Trev once..sniff..but after he lessson, the instructor gave us some time to dance by ourselves and practice with our partners with the music so we just practiced a lil..tht was fun as well..heh!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gna meet the girlies later this evening!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nitey!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-4450176797684373042?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/4450176797684373042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=4450176797684373042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/4450176797684373042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/4450176797684373042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2008/03/am-currently-residing-at-my-bros.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-2132207845226675642</id><published>2008-02-24T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T10:12:24.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I havent been having proper sleep lately..and i cant seem to figure out why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I woke up like every 2 hours last night..and i have been waking up early each morning lately..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;My heart races at night and NO i havent been drinking redbull.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;CRAP..This is soooo not good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Gna try and do some deep breathing exercises now beofre i sleep..hopefully it calms me and allows me to fall back into my rythm of sleep..SIGH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Lays-Get Well soon...remember..ur not alone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Lee-Jangan Tension..hope u feel better soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;gdnite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-2132207845226675642?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-1672972585618191128</id><published>2008-02-24T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T10:20:20.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Its a Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Its 1:26 in the afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;And I'm SOOOOOOOOOOOO upset..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Definition of UPSET??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;According to Oxford dictionary-disturb temper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;YUP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I feel a surge of anger in my blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I am more hurt than anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Truly hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;If it was in the past, things would be different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;No wait.You would be different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;No wait.The way you would mend the situation would be different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I've got no mood whatsoever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I was watching Oprah and i couldnt even watch TV anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I was gna pack my room and i couldnt even put a box together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I was gna go to bbdc and now i dun even wana step out of my room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;AARGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;My heads gna burst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;It's weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;When someone so important to you thinks the worst of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-1672972585618191128?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/1672972585618191128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I am one of those people who believes that &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Valentines Day&lt;/span&gt; is extremely over-rated..I am not saying that i dun feel that way anymore..in fact i still do..but it is still a day in which one feels that certain need or desire to express their feelings of love and passion to their loved ones more so than any other day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well, we decided that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Valentines Day&lt;/span&gt; should not be just a day and so we decided to  spend the whole weekend together, getting surprises after surprises, enjoying good food and most importantly, enjoying each others company.From the start, which was my surprise for him, till the end, which was his surprise for me, it was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;PERFECT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trev picked me up  at around 7-ish and drove us towards our first destination. As always, he never failed to compliment me on how i look that night. Thats one thing i love about him. He is a true gentlemen. He opens doors for me, waits for me to sit before he does..many many things..okok back to the point..he said thta his theme for this Valentine was nooks and corners..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and so we reached our destination-Vivocity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Although its a place where we normally go, he led me to this far end-CORNER in Vivocity, which i have never ever passed..well thats certainly a corner alright..haha...so we stood in front of this restaurant called WOOD. Than suddenly it clicked..i was reading the newspaper recently and there was a write up on this new restaurant WOOD where all the food the cook up is cooked on different types of wood..i was excited..walked into the restaurant and i was amazed at how extravagant the place looked..so chick chang!!!!!hahaha....well..it was fine-dining at its best i must say..he had duck while i had salmon..but we shared..it was soooooooo yummy!!!you could actually taste the wood..haha...the place was certainly gorgeous..from the lights to the scenery which was overlooking sentosa..and oh oh!! we had our own little cubicle dining area..a very intimate setting for a very intimate night..hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After dinner, he drove me to our next destination-Sentosa.  Near Rasa Sentosa to be exact to a place where we had dessert..Barnacles.The scenery was wonderful, the service was excellent and the dessert was super yummilicious...!!!!!!haha..we had chocolate pudding with vanilla ice-cream ..the choclate pudding was sooo damn good...it melted as soon as it touchwed my tongue...and we also had struddle with custard and fruit fillings..YUMMY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After dessert, we took a stroll and ended up on the premises of rasa sentosa..we laid on the beach chairs and just took in each others company..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The night was still young so we drove around Sentosa fer awhile..the rest is a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;MYSTERY&lt;/span&gt;..HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thanx fer a wonderful evening Trev..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-6285216931694655453?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/6285216931694655453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=6285216931694655453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/6285216931694655453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/6285216931694655453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-am-one-of-those-people-who-believes.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-6914270723916623758</id><published>2008-02-18T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:24:35.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What he surprised me with.............</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/R7lK7N_k6NI/AAAAAAAAAJk/EffehPN6VoA/s1600-h/IMG_3282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Maintenance In progress.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Back for service on&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;  Sunday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Februa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;y 17.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-5046577351815993064?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/5046577351815993064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=5046577351815993064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/5046577351815993064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/5046577351815993064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2008/02/maintenance-in-progress.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-5746946905551801030</id><published>2008-01-29T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T09:23:06.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It was Sunday.Went fer mass as usual and was excited because trev was being commisioned as a young adult leader of our church.It was a big thing fer him.That went very well as the priest presented him with this beautiful cross.After mass, as my family headed back to my house fer a gathering, we decided that we should go pay his dad a visit first before heading back home fer dinner.We picked his mum n sis from home and made our way to the hospice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Since my surgery, Ive not paid his dad a visit.But during that time, trev mentioned that his dad wasnt doing that well.He was feeling uncomfortable abit more than usual and that made him feel aggitated.Honestly, i thought that he was still like how he was when i came over to visit him a number of times since he decided to remain in the hospice.I didnt imagine him to be in the state that he was in that Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Trevs mum mentioned that his son and daughter was there, she even mentioned me.I remember aunty saying "Royce, if you can hear us squeeze my hand."And so he did.We sat there awhile,although his eyes wasnt open, i know and im sure he knew that his family was there beside him.After awhile, we decided that we'll head to the cafe for lunch since we havent had any yet.Trevs sis, he n me were talking and trev got a call.It was his mum.I saw the look in his eyes after he put dwn the phone.He din mention anything at all and continued eating.Now i realiza that he din wana worry his sister.A few seconds after, he received another call.This time, we had to leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We rushed up to the room and than everything from here is as clear to me as it happened just a second ago.Uncle was gasping.I really didnt know what that meant.Trev phoned his bro to make his way dwn as quickly as he could.Uncles mum,trevs grandma was sobbing constantly and had to sit dwn several times because her knee was feeling weak.Althoug so, she kept on holding her sons hands, talking to him with short sobs in between.A mothers touch can heal anything.All thi while i sat at the sofa quietly,saying prayers with the family.Shortly after, the nurse came in.She stood at the head of the bed  and said softly that he was going to go soon.The other nurse mentioned that their dad can still hear them so they can talk to him.Aunty burst into tears.I felt paralysed.I was on the verge of crying..on the very edge but i stopped myself.I sucked it back in me.MY mind was telling me.."Who are you to cry?You are not his wife.You are not his children and you are not his mum."I grieved in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We left the room as the fam decided that they each wanted to speak to their dad alone.One by one they went in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Uncle passed away shortly after at 230.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;He has made peace with his family and most importantly God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You will be in my prayers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Trev, im here for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'll answer late night calls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'll lend you both my shoulders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'll try and make you smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'll pray with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'll support you when you need it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'll have more blonde moments fer your expense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'll be your comfort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You know how people say that when their partner is emotionally down or extremely happy, u tend to feel the same way.You are sad when hes sad,happy when hes happy?There are others who think thats aload of rubbish.I beg to differ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'll share your grief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Gdnite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-5746946905551801030?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/5746946905551801030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=5746946905551801030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/5746946905551801030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/5746946905551801030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2008/01/it-was-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-7592362438425070576</id><published>2008-01-22T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T05:58:53.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMGdnesssssssssssssssssss!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I came back frm the dentist nt to lng ago.The surgery was dreadful..extremely dreadful..throughout the 45 mins under the super bright light shining directly into my worried eyes....(wah so drama haha..)i was singing rihanas under my umbrella song!!!!!know why???just imagine,a neighbour of urs is drilling a hole in a wall./the sound of it is already so annoying rite??This time the sound of the drill is directly in your ears!!!Gosh it was dreadful..Rihanna, i love you..HAHA!Oh..and after drilling and tugging at my teeth fer quite some time..i could hear my teeth crack..not just once..but FOUR TIMES!!!!I was wondering why was it cracking that many times..at the end of it, the surgeon told me that he had to cut it up four times kuz of the how my teeth was angled..SIGH..the prosedure was not that painful,but sitting here right now..man the pain is quite excruciating..its the throbbing at that part of the gum that really hurts..hai..but its OVER!!!FINALLY!At least one gd thing came out of it..dentist said my gums are doing great..im cleaning well!haha..a message to everyone..please..please..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ORAL HYGIENE IS VERY IMPORTANT..BRUSHING IS ONE THING,BRUSHING WELL IS ANOTHER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Im off..gdnite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-7592362438425070576?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/7592362438425070576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=7592362438425070576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/7592362438425070576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/7592362438425070576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2008/01/omgdnesssssssssssssssssss-i-came-back.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-8823626771897129172</id><published>2008-01-22T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T01:16:02.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CRAP!!!!!45 more mins and its surgery time..im freakin nervous..after that 5 days of liquid diet man..anyone whose bored at home or what cm ove my plc yea n we can watch dvds together while im recovering..heh..kk gtg..suck it up jo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-8823626771897129172?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/8823626771897129172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=8823626771897129172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/8823626771897129172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/8823626771897129172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2008/01/crap45-more-mins-and-its-surgery-time.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-5655501888401700875</id><published>2008-01-15T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T07:42:50.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Just ended a short conversation with him.I was trying very hard to cheer him up.It was one of those days fer him..I feel heavy hearted each time kuz i know i can only do so much.That doesnt mean im giving up,although each time i try it gets harder.Like i said, im not giving up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-5655501888401700875?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/5655501888401700875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=5655501888401700875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/5655501888401700875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/5655501888401700875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2008/01/just-ended-short-conversation-with-him.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-8785506196477508618</id><published>2008-01-15T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T05:27:26.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Before i get sleepy n lose the momentum of blogging i better give a quick update of what went on fer me today..like as my life is so exciting..haha!..anywae i went fer yoga therapy classes today..i din expect to enjoy it as much as i did..it was soooo much stretching yet so relaxing..at the end where the instructor told us to close our eyes and relax i almost dozed off!!haha..oh oh n when the instructor said something about tightening the genital muscles i couldnt help but laugh so hard in my head till at one point i was out of balance!haha..anyway, it din take me too long to decide that i wana join true yoga..i think its a very gd form of exercise..i signed up fer the 2 day a week package kuz i was thinking since im gna be starting school n all soo enough..doubt ill be able to go that often as much as i really would like to..after yoga me n lays got slightly drenched in the rain..it was so heavy man..but guess who saved the day????&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;MR FONG&lt;/span&gt;..!hahaha..he was on the way fer yoga class as well n he had a huge umbrella..so sweet of him to shelter us to the bustop..i asked him why he din go fer belly dancing class..!!!!ahahaha..he stared at me like i was crazy..ha! me n lays had a late lunch and than headed to search fer lees skinny tie..but the ones that we saw were to expensive and it din make sense to buy..alas we headed home..nothing exciting..but an eventful day..k back to watching dvds...ciaos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-8785506196477508618?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/8785506196477508618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=8785506196477508618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/8785506196477508618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/8785506196477508618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2008/01/before-i-get-sleepy-n-lose-momentum-of.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-6444063029523852043</id><published>2008-01-14T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T08:36:38.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alright alright..i know my blog has been neglected fer a questionable number of months..all i can say is that it needed a break.haha!anyhow,so whats been new with me?well..nothing at all..i'm nt back in school..im currently unemployed..im not getting an education and i have no income..WOW!!I feel like such a bummer..i can only imagine my first day in sch later in may..ill be like..oh gosh...its so weird..so outta touch..i hope i'll be happy..in sch i mean..like u know the course..its modules..the people there..but nthing can beat my frens back at MI yea..sigh..niwae, thts the least of my worries..i just hope i can get back in the rythm of things when sch starts again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okay its like 2008..i was suppose to do this back in 2007 but din get the chance to..i just wana thank lee aka pantat..haha!hmm..well u know fer signing me up fer msu and thn later everything sorta snowballed frm there..haha..i must say that because of you i had the best year by far..when i mentioned to you that i wanted to do something different..something i wouldnt normally do before i turned 21..i had a whole lot more than that yea..so thanx pantat..u mean alot..dun cry ah..later ur lappie spoil..haha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh man..evas leaving fer aussie..thts sad..shes gna be studyin pharmacy n something else which i have no idea whats that..well eva i hope that you get use to the place pretty quick..the lifestyle,environment change n what not..especially the people..ur a smart girl so im pretty sure that you will excel in ur academic yea..remember me back in singapore..the fren who always loan u clothes..haha!oh oh..n her HOME! haha....gna miss u girl..i do hope somehow we keep in contact..msn or something yea..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;gna meet lays fer YOGA trmw...cant wait..i hope ill enjoy it..thn ill decide to sign up fer it and at least ill have something to look forward to apart frm driving which btw is NERVE WRECKING!! and do since im bumming aroung half the time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;hopefully i wun fall asleep crossed legged with my eyes open or something..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALRITEY NITEY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-6444063029523852043?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/6444063029523852043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=6444063029523852043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/6444063029523852043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/6444063029523852043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2008/01/alright-alright.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-9171144828730966781</id><published>2007-08-14T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T05:33:21.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;THROAT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;SOOOOO SORE!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;GULP!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-9171144828730966781?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/9171144828730966781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=9171144828730966781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/9171144828730966781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/9171144828730966781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-throat-is-sooooo-sore-gulp.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-4982290549620566190</id><published>2007-08-08T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:24:38.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/RrlKr3rjanI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sIkjkSkYXGs/s1600-h/me+n+trevor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096186570887883378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/RrlKr3rjanI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sIkjkSkYXGs/s400/me+n+trevor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;SURE&lt;/span&gt; there will be comments by the 2 pantats after puttin up this pic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;hahaha...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;ANYWAY&lt;/span&gt;, this was taken after havin burger king fer dinner..quite some time ago..we had a free simpsons toy. It was Chief Wiggum and it toks too..so kewl..it says" Stop in the name of errrr...i fergt already..haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-4982290549620566190?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/4982290549620566190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=4982290549620566190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/4982290549620566190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/4982290549620566190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-am-sure-there-will-be-comments-by-2.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/RrlKr3rjanI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sIkjkSkYXGs/s72-c/me+n+trevor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-6834261284834422257</id><published>2007-08-07T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:24:39.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/RriMlHrjamI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Md-iF5cnBIA/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095977547714488930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/RriMlHrjamI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Md-iF5cnBIA/s400/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"They say im quintessentially chic. I already know that."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-6834261284834422257?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/6834261284834422257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=6834261284834422257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/6834261284834422257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/6834261284834422257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2007/08/they-say-im-quintessentially-chic.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/RriMlHrjamI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Md-iF5cnBIA/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-5755800072084792673</id><published>2007-08-06T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T01:03:57.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Pantat got into the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;degree course&lt;/span&gt; tht she wanted!!! am so proud of her man..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;she will be done within 3 yrs and she will be only 22-23 while ill be nowhere near finishing and ill be like 25!!sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-5755800072084792673?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/5755800072084792673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=5755800072084792673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/5755800072084792673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/5755800072084792673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2007/08/pantat-got-into-degree-course-tht-she.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-7796911895780905810</id><published>2007-07-29T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T23:02:43.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;It is apparent that indians in general have the capability of getting their groove on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;DANCING..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It is also very apparent that although indian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;..i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CAN'T DANCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;..sad eh?..oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-7796911895780905810?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/7796911895780905810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=7796911895780905810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/7796911895780905810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/7796911895780905810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2007/07/it-is-apparent-that-indians-in-general.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-5256028664078396263</id><published>2007-07-25T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:24:39.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/RqcJ-XrjalI/AAAAAAAAAE8/UKgkPqxRkks/s1600-h/trophy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091048870878866002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/RqcJ-XrjalI/AAAAAAAAAE8/UKgkPqxRkks/s400/trophy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't believe that we received a&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TROPHY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;fer being a finalist in the MISS SINGAPORE INTERNATIONAL!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AWESOME!!! heh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-5256028664078396263?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/5256028664078396263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=5256028664078396263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/5256028664078396263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/5256028664078396263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-cant-believe-that-we-received-trophy.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/RqcJ-XrjalI/AAAAAAAAAE8/UKgkPqxRkks/s72-c/trophy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-1651559422193564328</id><published>2007-06-18T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:24:42.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/RnZYdnIFWRI/AAAAAAAAACM/zmv9CdwOdZA/s1600-h/aaaaahhhh"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077342895649151250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/RnZYdnIFWRI/AAAAAAAAACM/zmv9CdwOdZA/s400/aaaaahhhh" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll be turning 21 in just under a week!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm sure this picture will explain the exact emotion i am feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMGdnessssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-1651559422193564328?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/1651559422193564328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=1651559422193564328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/1651559422193564328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/1651559422193564328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2007/06/ill-be-turning-21-in-just-under-week-im.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/RnZYdnIFWRI/AAAAAAAAACM/zmv9CdwOdZA/s72-c/aaaaahhhh' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-4616422871257540946</id><published>2007-05-23T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:24:42.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/RlRtduhftMI/AAAAAAAAACE/RM84jBemzW4/s1600-h/frenship.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/RlRtduhftMI/AAAAAAAAACE/RM84jBemzW4/s400/frenship.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067795838170805442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A picture speaks more than a thousand words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-4616422871257540946?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/4616422871257540946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=4616422871257540946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/4616422871257540946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/4616422871257540946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2007/05/picture-speaks-more-than-thousand-words.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/RlRtduhftMI/AAAAAAAAACE/RM84jBemzW4/s72-c/frenship.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-3118113445764326637</id><published>2007-05-14T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T07:37:25.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Alright..alright i get the HINT!! Cobwebs n all...haha..i shall update now..im wrking now and i was soooo extremely bored during break todae waiting fer the kids to arrive that i wrote a poem that is sooo different than the poems i usually write..it was done in like 15 mins..and so its a lil selekeh u might sae?haha..mre relaxed sorta poem..niwae..here goes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;When i first knew you liked me,&lt;br /&gt;I could not believe my ears,&lt;br /&gt;I never imagined I was being noticed&lt;br /&gt;Was i that oblivious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started out as merely friends,&lt;br /&gt;And as time flew by we grew closer,&lt;br /&gt;I never knew how fast&lt;br /&gt;could friends turn into lovers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first everything seemed picturesque,&lt;br /&gt;As though we were THE couple in a romantic movie,&lt;br /&gt;But little did I know,&lt;br /&gt;The horror bit was just beginning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Months and years passed&lt;br /&gt;and we never seemed to stop,&lt;br /&gt;Thank God we din need the law,&lt;br /&gt;To stop the constant tug of war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more we tried,&lt;br /&gt;The harder it was to fail,&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I knew,&lt;br /&gt;We were stepping on each others tails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this very moment,&lt;br /&gt;All that is left are memories,&lt;br /&gt;Fragments of good times&lt;br /&gt;And scars of bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm contented with my decision,&lt;br /&gt;That is to move on,&lt;br /&gt;I hope he has made his&lt;br /&gt;Kuz life goes on after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Poem wr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;itten &amp; unedited by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; Joanne Lopez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-3118113445764326637?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/3118113445764326637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=3118113445764326637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/3118113445764326637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/3118113445764326637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2007/05/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-7422300604209801310</id><published>2007-04-29T10:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T10:51:35.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;well since&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;psychology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; intrigues me, im gna be sharing some information and interesting details on selected topics n issues concerning the human mind and behaviour that may be interesting to some of you but rather boring and dry to others.In any case, it fascinates me so here goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Personality psychology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Personality type refers to the psychological classification of different types of people.Personality types are different from personality traits, which come in different levels or degrees.according to type theories,for example,there are two types of people,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;introverts and extraverts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;according to trait theories,introversion and extraversion are part of continuos dimension with many people in the middle.So have you figured out which level are u in?Most likely,you will be part and parcel of the middle ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Psychology of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Psychologists depict love as a cognitive and social phenomenon.A triangular theory of love was formulated by a fellow psychologist whereby even if i tell u his name it would be highly doubtful tht u wld have ever heard of him.haha.anyway,his triangular theory of loveargued that love has three different components.Wanna know what??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Intimacy, commitment and passion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Intimacy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is a form in which two people can share their secrets and various details of their personal lives.intimacy is usually shown in friendships and romantic love affairs.So people out there,dun have a narrow mind yea?intimacy doesnt have to always go under the "sexual" arena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Being intimate with frens just mean that u are able to share ur secrets n personal lives with them.Interesting huh?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;commitment&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;on the other hand is the expectation that the relationship is gna lst forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;The last and most common form of love is sexual attraction and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;passionate love is shown in infatuation as well as romantic love.This led researches to furthur refine the model by separating passion into two independent components:Erotic passion and romantic passion.which im sure is something very interesting to go into depth,but i shall not for now untill i have done more reading and understanding of my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Following developments in electrical theories , sucha s coulombs law,girls im sure u know this..which showed that postive and negative charges attract,analogs in human life,were developed such as "opposite attracts".Over the last century, research on the nature of human mating agress that pairs unite or attract to each other owing to a combination of opposites attract,eg people with disimilar immune systemtend to attract,and likes attract such as personalities,characters,views etc.In recent years, various human bonding theories have been developed described in terms of attachments,bonds,ties or affiinities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some western authorities disaggregate into two main components,the altruistic and narcisistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Another known psychologist..scott peck maintains that love is a combination of the "concern for the spiritual growth of another" and simple narcissism.hmmm...leaves me wondering..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;In combination, love is an activity,not simply a feeling&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Wow,my thoughts are wondering..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-7422300604209801310?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/7422300604209801310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=7422300604209801310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/7422300604209801310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/7422300604209801310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2007/04/well-since-psychology-intrigues-me-im.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-4505189864875798291</id><published>2007-04-28T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T06:51:44.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I'm not a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;not yet a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-4505189864875798291?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/4505189864875798291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=4505189864875798291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/4505189864875798291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/4505189864875798291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-not-girl-not-yet-woman.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-115635754794872486</id><published>2007-04-28T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:24:43.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/RjJHT2xBF9I/AAAAAAAAAB8/4h_gogkWpJo/s1600-h/gdness.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/RjJHT2xBF9I/AAAAAAAAAB8/4h_gogkWpJo/s400/gdness.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058183737934682066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Hahaha..i just saw these pictures with me n pegs...gdness we r sooo wacko man!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/RjJHOGxBF8I/AAAAAAAAAB0/g37hklaGyB8/s1600-h/doll_contest1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/RjJHOGxBF8I/AAAAAAAAAB0/g37hklaGyB8/s400/doll_contest1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058183639150434242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Doesn't this expression look a tad familiar????????!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/RjJGbWxBF6I/AAAAAAAAABk/pnesTlQuS64/s1600-h/haha+again.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/RjJGbWxBF6I/AAAAAAAAABk/pnesTlQuS64/s400/haha+again.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058182767272073122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Now im not only known as&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;pantat&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;lohan&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;j.lo&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;rubber&lt;/span&gt; face&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;as well?! aargh..haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;pEace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-115635754794872486?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/115635754794872486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=115635754794872486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/115635754794872486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/115635754794872486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2007/04/hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/RjJHT2xBF9I/AAAAAAAAAB8/4h_gogkWpJo/s72-c/gdness.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-1375100492670510325</id><published>2007-04-26T22:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:24:43.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/RjGNEGxBF4I/AAAAAAAAABU/Xzp4mxWsn4Y/s1600-h/gurlz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/RjGNEGxBF4I/AAAAAAAAABU/Xzp4mxWsn4Y/s400/gurlz.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057978958188976002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/RjGMfWxBF1I/AAAAAAAAAA8/L38x56Y1bt8/s1600-h/suliza+n+moi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/RjGMfWxBF1I/AAAAAAAAAA8/L38x56Y1bt8/s400/suliza+n+moi.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057978326828783442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/RjGMZmxBF0I/AAAAAAAAAA0/iBSo3WCQ2rc/s1600-h/wee.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/RjGMZmxBF0I/AAAAAAAAAA0/iBSo3WCQ2rc/s400/wee.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057978228044535618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;The night out with my sec sch frens went great..other thn the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; over priced&lt;/span&gt; food at earl swensens...!!!haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;THey are really two of a kind....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-1375100492670510325?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/1375100492670510325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=1375100492670510325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/1375100492670510325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/1375100492670510325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2007/04/night-out-with-my-sec-sch-frens-went.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/RjGNEGxBF4I/AAAAAAAAABU/Xzp4mxWsn4Y/s72-c/gurlz.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-5501967486474990531</id><published>2007-04-24T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:24:45.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/Ri2LXuP2VZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/oIDlwZyV4qY/s1600-h/greek+goddess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/Ri2LXuP2VZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/oIDlwZyV4qY/s400/greek+goddess.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056851196274693522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/Ri0LZ-P2VYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1-YnmLkhFak/s1600-h/bikini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/Ri0LZ-P2VYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1-YnmLkhFak/s400/bikini.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056710497441043842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/Ri0LEeP2VXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/FSblz1A4-AI/s1600-h/grm+bikini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/Ri0LEeP2VXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/FSblz1A4-AI/s400/grm+bikini.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056710128073856370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/Ri0KruP2VWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dmBNIHaNEU8/s1600-h/hahaha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/Ri0KruP2VWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dmBNIHaNEU8/s400/hahaha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056709702872094050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/Ri0KcOP2VVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7sc6Tf3FXLA/s1600-h/yellow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/Ri0KcOP2VVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7sc6Tf3FXLA/s400/yellow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056709436584121682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;This pageant has been such a blast..yes it was dreadfully tiring,especially having to smile practically all the time,something which i am not use to..and not having enough rest because of training and courses that i have to attend to polish myself..but in any case..its an experience that will stay with me for a lifetime.I am sure my friends and family know how i am..actually..how i used to be..tomboyish,not oozing confidence and of coz..extremely shy in front of people especially if its "live"..haha..but..now i can say that i am not all these..i have become more aware of myself and others around me..learnt how to work under pressure..ooze confidence..and of coz..my stage fright has been swept under the carpet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I have my family to thank..for all their support..especially being so confident in me..and this experience has really brot us even more closer together..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Not forgetting my friends..Norliyana,lay hwee,thulasi,kumari,millie,xiao,cynthia,trudy,amanda,eva and the others who gave me their well wishes..i jus wana say a big thank you to all of you..each of you helped me in your own way and fer that im touched..you guys are famous..haha..being the loudest supporters ever!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Encouragement,support and hardwork got me into the top 10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;I am a winner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;and so are the other 17 contestents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;we are winners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-5501967486474990531?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/5501967486474990531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=5501967486474990531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/5501967486474990531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/5501967486474990531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-pageant-has-been-such-blast.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/Ri2LXuP2VZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/oIDlwZyV4qY/s72-c/greek+goddess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-8740889988198302072</id><published>2007-04-18T11:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T11:21:54.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I'm exhausted...todaes training was hectic..routines had to chnge &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;yadayadayada..on top of that..had refitting of the evening gowns..and all&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;the other outfits..haiz..i reached home 20mins ago..shagged!...its 220am&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;now..on the flip side..im so pumped fer this sundae..i think the adrenaline&lt;/span&gt; is kicking in already..countdwn..3 mre daes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-8740889988198302072?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/8740889988198302072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=8740889988198302072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/8740889988198302072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/8740889988198302072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-exhausted.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-117632105598239626</id><published>2007-04-12T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T12:50:55.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's 3.30 am and i can't get to sleep..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think i noe why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's not that i can't get to sleep..its kuz whenever i have any free time at all these days..i jus wana spend it  as long as i can..n as much as i can..u noe..kuz with the pageant coming up n all..schedules pretty tight..and i barely get time to myself..hm..yea maybe thts y im up like an owl..i jus dun want the night to end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-117632105598239626?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/117632105598239626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=117632105598239626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/117632105598239626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/117632105598239626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-3.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-117614031745097463</id><published>2007-04-09T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T10:45:13.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3837/991/1600/883771/me%20n%20msu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3837/991/400/208750/me%20n%20msu.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my frens adlina, eunice n angie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3837/991/1600/111912/ad%20n%20me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3837/991/400/439371/ad%20n%20me.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;perspiring after a hot afternoon of shoot-adlina n me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;girls in blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-117614031745097463?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/117614031745097463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=117614031745097463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/117614031745097463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/117614031745097463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-frens-adlina-eunice-n-angie.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-117570244762082336</id><published>2007-04-04T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T09:06:10.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3837/991/1600/347748/bikini%20msu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3837/991/400/438221/bikini%20msu.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lks comfortable doesnt it??HELL NO!!!...haha...&lt;br /&gt;It's mind taxing,  head bursting, smile freezingly TEDIOUS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;But..................................I can't say that i would give this up fer anything else.&lt;br /&gt;One of a kind experience that cannot be replaced.&lt;br /&gt;MSU 2007.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-117570244762082336?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/117570244762082336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=117570244762082336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/117570244762082336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/117570244762082336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-lks-comfortable-doesnt-ithell-no.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-117541583347762274</id><published>2007-04-01T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T02:23:53.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Pple are still using me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Some of them are even my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;The wallpaper is peeling off slowly bit by bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Give me a lil while longer and you wun see the wallpaper any longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;All you are gna see is the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-117541583347762274?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/117541583347762274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=117541583347762274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/117541583347762274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/117541583347762274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2007/04/pple-are-still-using-me.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-117491634822401878</id><published>2007-03-26T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T20:41:49.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3837/991/1600/772704/msu14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3837/991/400/946621/msu14.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3837/991/1600/871528/msu19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3837/991/400/975043/msu19.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3837/991/1600/973000/msu18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3837/991/400/541101/msu18.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3837/991/1600/468940/msu17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3837/991/400/200656/msu17.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3837/991/1600/871019/432652783_2dacd04198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3837/991/400/905466/432652783_2dacd04198.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3837/991/1600/902227/msu16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3837/991/400/319/msu16.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3837/991/1600/713119/msu15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3837/991/400/4730/msu15.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3837/991/1600/7884/msu13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3837/991/400/271422/msu13.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3837/991/1600/230959/msu12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3837/991/400/39061/msu12.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3837/991/1600/282451/msu9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3837/991/400/894652/msu9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3837/991/1600/465700/msu8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3837/991/400/790191/msu8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3837/991/1600/52669/msu7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3837/991/400/279635/msu7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3837/991/1600/663642/msu3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3837/991/400/911318/msu3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told myself that i wanted to do something drastic, something tht is outta my comfort zone and something that i would never think of doing..all this before i turn 21..well.....GOODNESS GRACIOUS ME...!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wana thank my family and my frens who came  fer supporting me..&lt;br /&gt;THANX PEOPLE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;MUCH LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For mre details..go to www.mediacorp.com.sg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-117491634822401878?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/117491634822401878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=117491634822401878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/117491634822401878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/117491634822401878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-told-myself-that-i-wanted-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-117267864655061292</id><published>2007-02-28T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T08:04:06.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOSH OH GOSH!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Things are happening all at the same time fer me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I hope..I pray..that all goes well fer me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I have my frens..I have my fam..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Thats all i need to get me thru this period..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Good Luck Joanne..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;pEace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-117267864655061292?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/117267864655061292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=117267864655061292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/117267864655061292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/117267864655061292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2007/02/gosh-oh-gosh-things-are-happening-all.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-116961116776597787</id><published>2007-01-24T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T20:43:31.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.d21c.com/TheHeatons/dogs/lightbulb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.d21c.com/TheHeatons/dogs/lightbulb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;WORD OF THE DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PETTIFOGGER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;A lawyer whose methods are petty, underhanded, or disreputable: shyster&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One given to quibbling over trifles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;example sentence:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Charles Dickens was a complete &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;pettifogger&lt;/span&gt;, an unctuous villain whose name became a byword for a falsely humble hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;did you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In its earliest uses, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"pettifogger"&lt;/span&gt; was two separate words: "petti fogger." "Petti" was a variant spelling of "petty", a reasonable inclusion in a word for someone who is disreputable and small-minded.But why "fogger"? It may come rom "fugger" the name of a successful family of 15th -and 16th- century German merchants and financiers. Germanic variations of "fugger" were used for the wealthy and avaricious, as well as for hucksters. In english, a "petti fogger" was originally a small-time operator of a shady business. We're not sure why the word came to be applied specifically to lawyers, but it appears to have initially referred to lower-status attorneys, who argued the smaller less important cases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-116961116776597787?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/116961116776597787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=116961116776597787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/116961116776597787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/116961116776597787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2007/01/word-of-day-pettifogger-lawyer-whose.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-116948380238847159</id><published>2007-01-23T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T08:48:38.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.d21c.com/TheHeatons/dogs/lightbulb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.d21c.com/TheHeatons/dogs/lightbulb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;WORD OF THE DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;DECREMENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;A gradual decrease in quality or quantity&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The quantity lost by diminution or waste&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Example Sentence:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The participants in the sleep deprivation study experienced&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;DECREMENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; in cognitive abilities as the night wore on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;pEace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-116948380238847159?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/116948380238847159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=116948380238847159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/116948380238847159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/116948380238847159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2007/01/word-of-day-decrement-gradual-decrease.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-116869643310321647</id><published>2007-01-14T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T05:53:53.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;This video is a testimony of why i feel that Benji deserved to win the "So You Think You Can Dance" show.....The middle part is the best..Hope you enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j-QgnkARnTQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j-QgnkARnTQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-116869643310321647?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/116869643310321647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=116869643310321647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/116869643310321647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/116869643310321647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-video-is-testimony-of-why-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-116867161526577293</id><published>2007-01-13T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T23:08:03.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This two songs are my fav at the moment.....i think its absolutely meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;Listen to his voice but pay closer attention to his lyrics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fzYfjUQAAWk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fzYfjUQAAWk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/89MitACY1B4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/89MitACY1B4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great isn't it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pEace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-116867161526577293?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/116867161526577293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=116867161526577293' 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style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Went fer a holidae to australia- CHECK&lt;br /&gt;Returned frm trip to australia- CHECK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated christmas with frens n family- CHECK&lt;br /&gt;Overestimated food intake- CHECK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went fer a holidae to Bangkok with frens- CHECK&lt;br /&gt;Returned frm trip to Bangkok WITH frens- CHECK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated Liyanas Bdae n New Year with frens- DOUBLE CHECK&lt;br /&gt;Enjyed Liyanas Bdae n New Year with frens- DOUBLE CHECK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enrolled fer driving lessons at BBDC- CHECK&lt;br /&gt;Attending lessons at BBDC regularly- CHECK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enrolled fer Mandarin course under Cambridge with Liyana- CHECK&lt;br /&gt;Attending n enjoying Mandarin lessons under Cambridge with Liyana- DOUBLE CHECK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro(Josh) enlisted fer army(Commando)- CHECK&lt;br /&gt;Bro(Josh) FINALLY in camp n bald as an eagle- DOUBLE CHECK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makkalz(Vick) enlisted fer army- CHECK&lt;br /&gt;Makkalz(Vick) in camp n bald as an eagle- PENDING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay!! now thats to sum up what has n is happening in my life at the moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pEace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-116862296791714937?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/116862296791714937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=116862296791714937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/116862296791714937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/116862296791714937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2007/01/went-fer-holidae-to-australia-check.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-116539001503469599</id><published>2006-12-05T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T23:26:55.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>be back in 2 weeks.see u guys soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pEace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-116539001503469599?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-116516291659783883</id><published>2006-12-03T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T08:24:30.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOOOHOOO!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud to say that i completed the STANDARD CHARTERED SINGAPORE MARATHON 2006 todae...10KM..Honestly,i was really uncertain that i could complete it fast enuf kuz i din have any prior training before this..haha..but although so..i have no idea how..i managed to clock in a decent timing..im proud of myself..haha..n the rest of my frens who have ran really well todae..gd job guys!Oh n we had medals to..really nice ones..wishedliyana was here to enjy it to..she would have loved the medal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The atmosphere todae was really inspiring..as i was watching the people arnd me run..i felt the need to push on u noe...like i mean..if these people could do it..y cant i..that sorta thing..While running..me n lays spotted some funny logos behind the runners backs..some of them were damn funny like.."i drank prune juice fer breakfast this morning so stay far far awae..!"hahahha..Oh i fergt to pin mine on my back kuz we were pretty rushed in the mrning..but mine was" i'm running in loving memory of megan"...oh like i was saying..the atmosphere was superb i tell u..pple were cheering fer u..middle aged pple running damn fast..aunties uncles children grandfathers grandmothers..all walks of life could be see todae right there at the esplanade..it was such a sight when u are ruuning and behind and ahead of u are thousands of pple running fer a cause..it was great!Oh except fer the part where they lied to us la..haha..apparently its how they motivate pple to run till the finish..us ee,,while i was nearing the end..the sigh on the board put 25m left..so i was like..oh my gosh oh my gosh ...25 m left only joanne just run fast cmon!!!!!!Move that ass of urs!OH Man ya right la..it was not 25m left at all..it was soooo much mre than that..it was reallly sooooooooo much mre..haha..but tht helped me run faster la..so yea..it was great..i actually had goosebumps when i was almost at the finishing line..haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lays!!!My dear lays was lost todae..immediately after the race the route marshalls kept blowing the damn whistles n pushing us to get out of the wae..so the rest of us who completed the race were at one corner of the area..we kept waiting fer lays n looking arnd..but there was no sign of her la..i kept looking fer her..everyone was..we were super worried kuz we were afraid tht something wld have happened to her..see how nice we were..so we kept on searching ns earching n walking n walkin..n finally after duno how loong thn we spotted her..i kept shouting her name out..LAYS!!LAYS!!&lt;br /&gt;haha..damn funny..it was just too crowded..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k i just reached home n off to bed to get my much needed sleep..End of day 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing Liyana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pEace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-116516291659783883?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/116516291659783883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=116516291659783883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/116516291659783883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/116516291659783883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2006/12/wooohooo-i-am-proud-to-say-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-116516181767619366</id><published>2006-12-02T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T08:04:22.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was a success!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to Josh..!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lays and i were like slaves todae..haha..i really felt like one..i have never wirked so hard fer someones party like joshuas birthdae party before..apart frm the hectic grocery shopping..the preparation, coooking, cleaning..making of tuna and egg sandwhiches is no joke la..!It may seem easy..but oh no way man..its no joke when one is preparing in huge amounts..although me n lays painstaking prepared fer joshuas birthdae..it was sooooo rewarding when everything was set up n the guests started arriving..the food looked n i will dare sae tasted good..haha..even the desert liyana..dun worry we din ferget ur part in the birthdae..haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joshuas church frens were really nice people..they were pretty friendly..some of them in fact very friendly..esp this guy..hee came up to us and said..hi..im here to make frens..and shook our hands and said his name..i was shocked..haha..me n lays were super shocked..throughout his whole conversation..i was kept entertained by his confidence and charisma..i din even realize that i was smiling when he w as toking..haha.i think he is quite charming..haha..oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh thanked us a zilion times fer what we did..and he even announced to his whole entire house that the organizers are leaving..and we were like so paiseh la..haha...yea..but reallyy..wad a looooooooonnnnnnnggggggg dae..serious..i had a pounding headache frm the lack of slp ive been having...I hope josh enjyd his birthdae as much as we did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home arnd 11 plus..was sooo damn tired..had my shower everything and it was already 12 plus 1.Have to wake up early fer standered charterd run tmrw..worried..!!!End of dae 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing Liyana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pEace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-116516181767619366?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/116516181767619366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=116516181767619366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/116516181767619366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/116516181767619366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2006/12/it-was-success-happy-birthday-to-josh.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-116516054004647502</id><published>2006-12-01T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T07:42:20.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gosh..i guess it has really becum a routine fer me to wake up early every mrning..i had errands to run rodae n it was such a hectic dae!!Went to register fer driving already..haha beware to all the drivers on the road when i reach that stage!That took quite some time..than after my dad and i went to west mall to buy minced beef n chicken  fer the pasta i was gna make fer joshuas bdae party..i bot a hella lot of beef man..think 1.5kg..yea niwae..than ruxhed home by 2..had lunched..aly liane n nigel came over kuz the electricity in the flat was cut off..after lunched i clened up my humongous pile of mess in the hall!!that took like 2 n a half hrs u noe..goodness it was damn tiring la..my kuzzins kept rushing me kuz they wanted to get an engagement gift fer mel n terry at ikea..so we left..n my dear kuzzin liane was sooooooooo smart..telling us to take 61 kuz its fast..omg la..if we had taken the train i think we would have reached there 45 mins earlier..the bus journey was too long..too too long!Niwae..walked arnd ikea fer quite some time until they decided that there was nthing there to get..so we went to queenswae..i saw the adizero shoes..red..it was really so nice..but they din have my size..all guy sizes..so sad..yea..oh!n i was like super happy kuz i finally found something that my fren has been searching fer for quite some time!...yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i went home..i decided that i should clean up my room..i could not take it anymre..so i did..n boy was it a mess!!i did not finish cleaning until 1230pm..terrible..i kept sneezing frm the dust man..but my room is freaking clean now..its so much neater than before and not cluttered already..thank goodness..so now i lk forward to going home everydae to a clean room.haha..Aftr cleaning my room..i played audition with lays  until 2..and we din even realize..i fergt that i had to wake up at 6 to cook pasta..kuz had to go josh hse early in the mrning to start preparing!!!End of day 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing Liyana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pEace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-116516054004647502?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/116516054004647502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=116516054004647502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/116516054004647502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/116516054004647502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2006/12/gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-116490810104033028</id><published>2006-11-30T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T09:35:01.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yet another early morning wake up fer me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early to head over to Lays house to settle the Thailand trip thingy and to go shopping fer Josh's big birthday party..haha..yea..josh went to collect the school tshirts fer me..and than we met at the polyclininc near my hse..after which we headed to clementi to have sakura lunch with lays..walked to lays hse and than by that time it was already mid afternoon.we took hours figuring out which flights to take..which hotel to stay and what not..and finally we had some work done..it was really mind tiring fer all of us esp me n lays as we had to go and do grocery shooping soon after..at abt 530..we were finished with the thailand thing..haha..so late man..thn me n lays dragged ourselves with the shopping list in our hands..and went on a spree..we actually filled the whole entire trolley man..and people were staring at our trolley..it was overload..!haha...it was overspilling..hahaha...but it was hella of a fun man..we pushed the trolley up n dwn nonstop..until it was 7 looking to save a smuch money as possible..haha..and we did!We sticked withing our budget man..and because we did we were able to get josh a nice big cake..haha..hope he likes it..came back home at 9 only..really exhausted..and my cheek is killing me!!!!!End of day 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing Liyana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pEace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-116490810104033028?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-116490764201258823</id><published>2006-11-29T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T09:27:23.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has become somewhat of a routine for me to wake up early every mrning and so today was no different.Woke up arnd 7 and proceeded to get ready to go to lee's house to collect the koniyaku jelly she "painstakingly" made..haha..yea..so lays came over first and we were on our way.We met lee at mcdonald's first..and than shortly after went to her hse..i never really been to her hse except fer once a year back..but i can still remember how it looked like..gd picture memory i suppose..yea..we listemed to taufiks new cd..while the two kids lays n lee watched kids central, i read a malay magazine..but of course it took me forever to finish the article on taufik..haha..knowing my horendous malay skills..Niwae..we discussed some of the sat party thingy and lee was excited to call josh's frens..haha..esp chris..im sorry lee..i just found out that chris likes someone already..haha..ill still check him out on sat fer u aite?..Yea..me n lays rushed back to my place..stored the jelly..and rushed to the airport..to send lee off..it was suppose to be a surprise..but lee spoilt it..haha..niwae..me n lays made a pit stop to bugis to take some awesome neoprints fer lee..i loved the neoprint alot eventhough i hate neoprints man..haha..yea..niwae..we sent lee off..sobz..oh..and when we were at BK having a lil snack..me n lays saw this yummilicious steward man..oh gdness he looked perfect..his skin was flawless!!and he had a small mole at the side of his mouth to top it off..so so so so so so HOT!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niwae Lays left fer home and i decided to meet kum thush amanda and Raymond fer dinner..wana spend time with them too u see..and so ya..i met them at cityhall..waited fer like 45 mins man..than we went to suntec to have pastamania..otw there something really painful happened to me..i opened the glass door heading to suntec..apparantly that door will close back at u if u push it too hard..i din noe that and so when i opened the door..it slammed back at my face and i injured my cheekbone pretty bad..i felt one of  my teeth actually shift noe.at first i tot it was ok..but when the night was cming to an end..my right side of my face started to get numb..and so i went to see a doc the next dae..gosh..its pretty bad..hai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea..niwae..after meeting kum n all..me n josh decided to hang out..we went to gelare fer waffle icecream..yum!!a large waffle with two scoops of icecream man..haha..and than we headed dwn to the esplanade and went to Harrys to listen to music..it was realy gd..this three guys played really gd music..we just sat there n chilled..haha..felt really gd..thn headed home n rested kuz my cheek bone really hurt..end of day 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing liyana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pEace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-116490764201258823?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/116490764201258823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=116490764201258823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/116490764201258823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/116490764201258823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2006/11/it-has-become-somewhat-of-routine-for.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-116438591549514686</id><published>2006-11-25T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T08:31:55.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Here are some interesting &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;FACTS&lt;/span&gt; that one may or may not know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hyenas regularly eat the feces of other animals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Men are 6 times more likely to be struck by lightning than women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Despite the hump, a camel's spine is straight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The word NEWS is actually an acronym standing for the four cardinal compass points-North East West South&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Elephants are the only animals that cant jump&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Sex is biochemically no different from eating large amounts of chocolates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Under extreme stress, some octupus will eat their own arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. People who are lying to you tend to look up and to their left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. On average, women can hear better than men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. A koala bear sleeps 22 hours of everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. 6% of men propose on the telephone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. The 'G' in g-string stands for groin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. A blue whales heart is the size of a volkswagen beetle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. The height of a bowling pin is equal to its circumference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. There are more fatal car accidents in july than in any other months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Out of all the senses, smell is most closely linked to memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. The weight of air in a milk glass is about the same as one asprin tablet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Male hospital patients fall out of bed twice as often as female hospital patients&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Ants don't sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. To take an oath, ancient Romans place their hand on their testicles..thats where the word testimony comes from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you have learnt a thing or two..!Till than..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pEace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-116438591549514686?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/116438591549514686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=116438591549514686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/116438591549514686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/116438591549514686'/><link 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season...haha..Tis the season to be jolly, FALALALALALALALALA....haha...yea..niwae..after examz..went makan n clubbing..it was really fun..its like ages since we have been controlling ourselves frm entering a club n when we finally did..there were CERTAIN pple...who really really enjyed themselves..hahaha...lays..???are u reading this??Continue watching So u think u can dance..kuz i think u can benefit!haha...niwae..next dae lee vick n kumz helped me out with my xmas tree n decos..it is beautiful..thnx to them!!After tht guess wad?i had to work man..But fer 3 daes only..although so..i can honestly sae it was sheer torture..haha..but i hate to give up so i just continued workin..it turned out pretty alrite after tht..noe why?Money!!!!!haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with lays yesterdae..we had loads of fun at her hse doin stuff..thn we decided to go ikea to do some shopping fer my room..it needs a new look..nt entirely new..just a little deco here n there..so i bot some shoe thingy n some photo frames n stuff..gna get it all dn next week..hint hint lays...haha.yea..thn we met up with the two workin women..kumari n hon..it was fun catching up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This mrning was sooooooooooooooooo fun la..lee josh lays n i went rock climbing n bouldering  at tanjong pagar..we had sooooo much fun..im so afraid of heights..haha..but i really wanted to climb..it was really something different n all..n i had a gd time with part of the UNICORN CLUB!.haha....oh oh...n i entrusted lays with my life todae..haha..im glad to state that since im typing this blog entry tht im still holding on to my life..hahahahaa...niwae thnx to those who belayed me...btw..i shoud wear harnesses n go out..thts when n the only..i repeat..ONLY time that i have a butt man!!wadya think?imagine me walking into a club with a harness on,......hahahahhaha...omgdness..at least it essantuates my ass.niwae i had a gd makan with josh n lee..we went sushi tei..at alot...it was yummy..thn we went to meet up with kumz n thush again..at starbucks..had our coffee n relaxed..wow..wad a life im having..i should get used to this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!!!Im gna play badminton tmrw in a proper court..think it will be fun..thn gna  catch step up with the unicorn club..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a slightly sadder note..lee is going beijing!!!!!!!yea its only fer 5 daes..but...hai..she doesnt understand tht ill feel lonely..she has sorta becum a habit u noe..haha..liek ur so used to having that habit tht when u try n stop it..u will feel sorta uncomfortable??yea..like that...sobz...but im sure she is gna have loads of fun...i hope she does..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another sad note...lays also will be leaving!aaaaaaaaahhhhh..my shifu...u noe wad i mean rite lays?hahaha..manz...hus gna call me late at night n scream at me n entertain me??huh huh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niwae..im having loadz of fun now although i wish tht kumz n all cn spend it with us..but if we wait a lil longer..it will happen..it will..we r gna have a ball of a time ya..thailand..here we come!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pEace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-116428828960064114?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/116428828960064114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=116428828960064114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/116428828960064114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/116428828960064114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2006/11/okok.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-116413298960493449</id><published>2006-11-21T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T10:17:38.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>y rudolf's nose is red?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SCCNy4S_IwU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SCCNy4S_IwU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="225" 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wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-115863319975979706</id><published>2006-09-19T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T19:33:19.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;JUNE SECRETS&lt;br /&gt;Fun to be with. Loves to try new things. Boy/girls LOVE you.&lt;br /&gt;You are very hott. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to&lt;br /&gt;be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed.&lt;br /&gt;Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily&lt;br /&gt;consoled. Honest. Concerned about people's&lt;br /&gt;feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable.&lt;br /&gt;Emotional temperamental and unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly.&lt;br /&gt;spazzy at times. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets.&lt;br /&gt;dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things.&lt;br /&gt;Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive&lt;br /&gt;and forms impressions carefully. Caring and&lt;br /&gt;loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of&lt;br /&gt;sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people&lt;br /&gt;through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties&lt;br /&gt;in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods&lt;br /&gt;about the past and the old friends. Waits for&lt;br /&gt;friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive&lt;br /&gt;unless provoked. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt&lt;br /&gt;but takes long to recover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;pEace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-115863319975979706?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/115863319975979706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=115863319975979706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/115863319975979706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/115863319975979706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2006/09/june-secrets-fun-to-be-with.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-115810686538421659</id><published>2006-09-12T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T17:21:05.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can u believe its 4am now n i cnt slp?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when im in bed these few days my heart beat is racing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can actually feel it thumping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope i scrape thru my gp and hopefully pass.Just pass it kuz its a tedious paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pEace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-115810686538421659?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/115810686538421659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=115810686538421659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/115810686538421659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/115810686538421659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2006/09/can-u-believe-its-4am-now-n-i-cnt-slp.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-115778940909545368</id><published>2006-09-09T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T01:10:09.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im sick n tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pEace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-115778940909545368?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/115778940909545368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=115778940909545368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/115778940909545368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/115778940909545368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-sick-n-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-115752656597006944</id><published>2006-09-06T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T00:09:32.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;He is leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pEace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-115752656597006944?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/115752656597006944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=115752656597006944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/115752656597006944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/115752656597006944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2006/09/he-is-leaving.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-115752689099442080?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/115752689099442080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=115752689099442080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/115752689099442080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/115752689099442080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-115574098250944524</id><published>2006-08-16T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T08:09:47.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Have you ever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cried at night,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking it was bad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever lost a love,&lt;br /&gt;The only thing you ever had,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever screamed out loud,&lt;br /&gt;From pain that you have felt,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever stopped and looked,&lt;br /&gt;At pain that you have dealt,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever questioned someone,&lt;br /&gt;Of love and if its true,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever really wondered,&lt;br /&gt;If they truly feel for you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt abused,&lt;br /&gt;Or worried while you wait,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever made a big huge deal,&lt;br /&gt;Over someone being late,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had them leave,&lt;br /&gt;And watched them walk away,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought of leaving,&lt;br /&gt;But could only sit and stay,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever hurt someone,&lt;br /&gt;And looked at what you’ve done,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been the one that’s hurt,&lt;br /&gt;And thought that you were the only one,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever loved another,&lt;br /&gt;And never told them so,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever tried to tell them,&lt;br /&gt;But didn’t know how it would go,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been alone,&lt;br /&gt;Where no one else could see,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you sat at home remaining unknown,&lt;br /&gt;having nowhere else to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve felt this way before,&lt;br /&gt;I’ve felt and dealt it all,&lt;br /&gt;I’ve even lied,&lt;br /&gt;I’ve even cried,&lt;br /&gt;I’ve even felt the fall.&lt;br /&gt;But nothing makes it better,&lt;br /&gt;The Guilt or the Pain I feel,&lt;br /&gt;I wish it all would go away,&lt;br /&gt;I wish it wasn’t real,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that is not the case,&lt;br /&gt;And it could never be,&lt;br /&gt;It took me too long to open up,&lt;br /&gt;And took me way too long to see, I must;&lt;br /&gt;Own up to mistakes I’ve made,&lt;br /&gt;Get past the pains I’ve felt,&lt;br /&gt;Wipe away the tears that are in my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And reflect on the tears I’ve dealt,&lt;br /&gt;And Tell someone when I love them,&lt;br /&gt;Before they go away,&lt;br /&gt;And maybe if I word it right,&lt;br /&gt;They just might want to stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-115574098250944524?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-115574068205948562</id><published>2006-08-16T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T08:12:33.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Beautiful Irony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I begged you to love me&lt;br /&gt;It couldn't be done&lt;br /&gt;emotion, passion, intimacy-you showed me none&lt;br /&gt;I'm through trying now, my efforts exhausted my drive&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful irony is now you need me in your life&lt;br /&gt;Now you love me, it hit you head on&lt;br /&gt;You show your passion, your fatal flaw is gone&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel this restless disgust&lt;br /&gt;I should be happy, but leave you I must&lt;br /&gt;I'm not fully happy, I'm searching for more&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm destined to be dissatisfied, eternally bored&lt;br /&gt;What answers are there--I pray to the Lord&lt;br /&gt;The sadness engulfs me, it tightens my chest&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for hurting you, for looking at the rest&lt;br /&gt;You're a wonderful person, maybe it is you&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you ARE the one, maybe I won't see it till your gone&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure of the outcome, but I know one thing&lt;br /&gt;This game is definitely through&lt;br /&gt;You didn't love me, now I can't love you.&lt;br /&gt;I am so sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-115574068205948562?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/115574068205948562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=115574068205948562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/115574068205948562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/115574068205948562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2006/08/beautiful-irony-i-begged-you-to-love.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-115547023947900982</id><published>2006-08-13T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T04:57:19.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#87CEFA" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Soft Kisser&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#B5E1FC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/kissingstylequiz/soft-kisser.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your kissing style is understated, but effective&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give soft, sweet, and soulful kisses to your special guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the key: he's got to be special to get your kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you don't just go around kissing anyone&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/kissingstylequiz/"&gt;What's Your Kissing Style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-115547023947900982?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/115547023947900982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=115547023947900982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/115547023947900982'/><link rel='self' 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style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are An Intro-Extrovert!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyouanextrovertorintrovertquiz/intro-extrovert.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you're social - sometimes you're shy&lt;br /&gt;You've got a bit of an Introvert / Extrovert split going on&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy all sorts of situations. Parties, small groups, and alone time.&lt;br /&gt;Too much of one, and you'll long for the other. You need varity!&lt;br /&gt;Chances are, you've got both serious and fun friends - and they don't get along.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/areyouanextrovertorintrovertquiz/"&gt;Are You An Extrovert or Introvert?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-115546978656836255?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/115546978656836255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=115546978656836255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/115546978656836255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/115546978656836255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-are-intro-extrovert-sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-115546946119534493</id><published>2006-08-13T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T04:44:27.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F88B8B" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 40% Boyish and 60% Girlish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A7CEFF"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes.&lt;br /&gt;You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them.&lt;br /&gt;You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howboyishorgirlishareyouquiz/"&gt;How Boyish or Girlish Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-115546946119534493?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/115546946119534493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=115546946119534493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/115546946119534493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/115546946119534493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-are-40-boyish-and-60-girlish-you.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-115520233201755553</id><published>2006-08-10T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T02:32:26.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tears And Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I could surrender my soul;&lt;br /&gt;Shed the clothes that become my skin;&lt;br /&gt;See the liar that burns within my needing.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I'd chosen darkness from cold.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I had screamed out loud,&lt;br /&gt;Instead I've found no meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's time I run far, far away; find comfort in pain,&lt;br /&gt;All pleasure's the same: it just keeps me from trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Hides my true shape, like Dorian Gray.&lt;br /&gt;I've heard what they say, but I'm not here for trouble.&lt;br /&gt;It's more than just words: it's just tears and rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I could walk through the doors of my mind;&lt;br /&gt;Hold memory close at hand,&lt;br /&gt;Help me understand the years.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I could choose between Heaven and Hell.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I would save my soul.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so cold from fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's time I run far, far away; find comfort in pain,&lt;br /&gt;All pleasure's the same: it just keeps me from trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Hides my true shape, like Dorian Gray.&lt;br /&gt;I've heard what they say, but I'm not here for trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Far, far away; find comfort in pain.&lt;br /&gt;All pleasure's the same: it just keeps me from trouble.&lt;br /&gt;It's more than just words: it's just tears and rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pEace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-115520233201755553?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/115520233201755553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=115520233201755553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/115520233201755553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/115520233201755553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2006/08/tears-and-rain-how-i-wish-i-could.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-115470316782456914</id><published>2006-08-04T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T07:53:07.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;People are so difficult to comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has their own set of character traits that differ frm the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why but i feel bothered when the people arnd me make use of others.On top of that, they do that fer their own benefits.But like what i said earlier, their character is such and to me, it may not be necessarily a character that is of a close friend.On the other hand, friends are like chocolate dun u think? They come in so many different flavours and packaging, but in the end it is still chocolate- the best anti-depressent mankind has created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a close friend anyway? Have you asked yourself if you have been a close friend to your "close friends"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you feel upset-Do your close friends sense what is going on and listen to you talk non-stop fer hours about what is upsetting you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you need your close friend beside you at times when you had to face difficult situations that make your heart race a million miles a minute-Does your close friend say" Sure i'll be there..i'll be a turn away whenever you need me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you feel so extremely nervous- Does your close fren support you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you feel shy- Does your close fren make you feel otherwise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you need company every weekend fer dinner- Does your close fren ever say no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you feel sick- Does your close fren ask a simple" Are you okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you haven't had anything to eat-Does your close fren find or buy food fer you just so you can fill your stomach?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you feel as though all hope is lost- Does your close fren tell you to stay strong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your parents neglect to share important information with you and you call your your friend up in the middle of the night, your heart filled with sadness and crying your eyes out-Does your friend tell you to call her back in the morning? Or does she listen to you cry n say your piece before giving her opinion abt the matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that friends come in many characters and to have friends that have different characters actually make u more versatile of a fren to them.I only hope that people can learn to cherish the friends they have now before they start to lose each and everyone of them. In fact-so what if you dun have many friends? Its nt as if all those 400 over friends in your friendster are actually friends who you are close to.You probably dun even say hi to 300 of them. What i am trying to say is that i think everyone should at least have that close fren.Just that one.That one who knows what you are thinknig about even before you say it.The one who never fails to listen.The one who makes you laugh n cry.The one who knows all your secrets.The one who you tell everything to.The one who you trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you thinking of your close fren now?&lt;br /&gt;I hope you are kuz i think tht you should once in a while thank her or him fer always being there.It doesnt have to be in words.It doesnt have to be by action. Its really up to you actually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But frm what i feel, a picture speaks a thousand words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;pEace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-115470316782456914?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/115470316782456914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=115470316782456914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/115470316782456914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/115470316782456914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2006/08/people-are-so-difficult-to-comprehend_04.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-115470285521785843</id><published>2006-08-04T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T07:49:28.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/991/1600/monkey%20ass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/991/320/monkey%20ass.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-115470285521785843?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/115470285521785843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=115470285521785843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/115470285521785843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/115470285521785843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-115359027824245057</id><published>2006-07-22T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T10:44:49.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whenever im in the vacinity of my own room, ill start to have random thoughts about anything and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came back to my life a while ago.&lt;br /&gt;Although he was really sweet by giving me a beautiful handmade gift,&lt;br /&gt;I had to say no.&lt;br /&gt;I had to say no.&lt;br /&gt;I had to say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so freakin nervous when i was abt to meet him.&lt;br /&gt;But i had a companion who told lame jokes n her presence made me lose all those butterflies in my tummy.&lt;br /&gt;It was all good after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wish i could sae to pple exactly how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;Like..i wish to tell this particular someone something so badly..&lt;br /&gt;But i think its a bad idea.&lt;br /&gt;Wait.&lt;br /&gt;It IS a bad idea.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;But i think it will ruin wad we have.&lt;br /&gt;Yea, it will.&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;Its been with me fer like ages.&lt;br /&gt;Guess it just has to stay that way.&lt;br /&gt;Bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im scared.&lt;br /&gt;I have not been studying at all.&lt;br /&gt;Not a single bit.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well no point just saying it.&lt;br /&gt;Better start studying real soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thnx Lays fer u noe wad.haha.&lt;br /&gt;I owe u one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pEace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-115359027824245057?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/115359027824245057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=115359027824245057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/115359027824245057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/115359027824245057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2006/07/whenever-im-in-vacinity-of-my-own-room.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-115253865843239193</id><published>2006-07-10T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T06:37:38.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hahaha..omgdness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to blog about this conversation that just happened between me dad n me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAD: "Joanne i bought u Oreo cookies.It's in the kitchen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanne: "I dun really like oreos.Especially the cream part."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAD: "No No..This is a new oreo i bought..not cream its cheese."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanne: "Huh? Theres no such thing as oreo with cheese in it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAD: "Have la.Come i show you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanne: "OMG daddy!! It's not cheese filing la! The manufacturer is by KRAFT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha..i still cant stop laughing.Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pEace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-115253865843239193?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/115253865843239193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=115253865843239193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/115253865843239193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/115253865843239193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2006/07/hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-115253111410463523</id><published>2006-07-10T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T04:31:54.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Exams are coming to a halt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gna do so badly this time but i can't blame anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I din study- no ones fault but mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on a lighter note, lee has been doing great fer nationals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls could not go dwn to support her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, nevertheless we still continue to wish her the very best.Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lays is going fer mambo night at zouk on wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked me to go but i dun think i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno why but am super lazy to go clubbing all now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, i'd rather sit around n listen to music n chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think it's the age.Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alritey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oprah time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pEace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-115253111410463523?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/115253111410463523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=115253111410463523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/115253111410463523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/115253111410463523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2006/07/exams-are-coming-to-halt.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-115176530648756548</id><published>2006-07-01T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T07:48:26.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumz told me something on the phne a few days back that really got me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;I can't recall what our conversation was about but it came to me being very hot tempered last time.That i was quick to get fustrated.And i would be upset about the slightest things possible and than recover frm it a lil while later.She said i have chnged soo much frm last time.Which i noe i did.I mean, im totally diferent now.I am mre carefree n happier she saes..haha..kinda true.She said this side of me is mre pleasing.It feels gd like this.I like the way i am now.I admit that i feel much mre pleasant now.haha.But wad she said next made me think a lil hard..she said tht someone tht i became close to actually chnged me, without me actually knowing.She said that after i became close to this person i totally chnged.More patient mre carefree fustrations vanished..hmmm.she said that this person has actually told me off several times and i actually listened.Kuz usually i wont and ill jump to fustrations pretty fast.I din expect it to be true actually.Now wad she saes actually makes sense.I did chnge my character.fer the better..wow.pretty amazing fer a hot tempered gurl like me.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sincere thnx to this person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pEace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-115176530648756548?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/115176530648756548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=115176530648756548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/115176530648756548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-115046829480962394</id><published>2006-06-16T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T07:31:48.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I think this is absolutely hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;Read on.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A judge was interviewing a woman regarding her pending divorce, and asked, "What are the grounds for your divorce?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replied, "About four acres and a nice little home in the middle of the property with a stream running by."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," he said, "I mean what is the foundation of this case?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is made of concrete, brick and mortar," she responded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I mean," he continued, "what are your relations like?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have an aunt and uncle living here in town, and so do my husband's parents."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Do you have a real grudge?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," she replied, "We have a two-car carport and have never really needed one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please," he tried again, "is there any infidelity in your marriage?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, both my son and daughter have stereo sets. We don't necessarily like the music, but the answer to your questions is yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ma'am, does your husband ever beat you up?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," she responded, "about twice a week he gets up earlier than I do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, in frustration, the judge asked, "Lady, why do you want a divorce?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I don't want a divorce," she replied. "I've never wanted a divorce. My husband does. He said he can't communicate with me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-115046829480962394?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/115046829480962394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=115046829480962394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/115046829480962394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/115046829480962394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-think-this-is-absolutely-hilarious.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-115021078183553665</id><published>2006-06-13T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T08:00:06.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Joke 1: &lt;br /&gt;Yo' mama so stupid, she walked into an antique shop and asked "What's new?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke 2:&lt;br /&gt;Several men are in the locker room of a golf club. A cell phone on a bench rings and a man engages the hands-free speaker- function and begins to talk. Everyone else in the room stops to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN: "Hello" WOMAN: "Honey, it's me. Are you at the club?" MAN: "Yes" WOMAN: "I'm at the mall now and found this beautiful leather coat. It's only $1,000. Is it OK if I buy it?" MAN: "Sure, go ahead if you like it that much." WOMAN: "I also stopped by the Mercedes dealership and saw the new 2007 models. I saw one I really liked." MAN: "How much?" WOMAN: "$65,000." MAN: "OK, but for that price I want it with all the options." WOMAN: "Great! Oh, and one more thing. The house we wanted last year is back on the market. They're asking $950,000." MAN: "Well, then go ahead and give them an offer, but just offer $900,000." WOMAN: "OK. I'll see you later! I love you!" MAN: "Bye, I love you, too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man hangs up. The other men in the locker room are looking at him in astonishment. Then he smiles and asks: "Anyone know whose phone this is?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke 3:&lt;br /&gt;The blonde walks into a drugstore and asks the pharmacist for some bottom deodorant. The pharmacist, a little bemused, explains to the woman that they don't sell anything called bottom deodorant, and never have. Unfazed, the blonde assures him that she has been buying the stuff from this store on a regular basis, and would like some more. ''I'm sorry,'' says the pharmacist, ''we don't have any.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''But I always get it here,'' says the blonde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Do you have the container it comes in?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Yes!'' says the blonde, ''I will go and get it.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She returns with the container and hands it to the pharmacist, who looks at it and says to her, ''This is just a normal stick of underarm deodorant.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The annoyed blonde snatches the container back and reads out loud from the container: ''To apply, push up bottom.'' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riddle 1:&lt;br /&gt;What kind of can does not need a can opener?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Pelican.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riddle 2:&lt;br /&gt;A magician was boasting one day at how long he could hold his breath under water. His record was 6 minutes. A kid that was listening said, "that's nothing, I can stay under water for 10 minutes using no types of equipment or air pockets!" The magician told the kid if he could do that, he'd give him $10,000. The kid did it and won the money. Can you figure out how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: The kid filled a glass of water and held it over his head for 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riddle 3:&lt;br /&gt;An old man wanted to leave all of his money to one of his three sons, but he didn't know which one he should give it to. He gave each of them a few coins and told them to buy something that would be able to fill their living room. The first man bought straw, but there was not enough to fill the room. The second bought some sticks, but they still did not fill the room. The third man bought two things that filled the room, so he obtained his father's fortune. What were the two things that the man bought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: The wise son bought a candle and a box of matches. After lighting the candle, the light filled the entire room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way,jokes are meant to have a gd laugh.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand riddles are meant to be thought upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pEace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-115021078183553665?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/115021078183553665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=115021078183553665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/115021078183553665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/115021078183553665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2006/06/joke-1-yo-mama-so-stupid-she-walked.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-114992792023295608</id><published>2006-06-10T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T19:59:59.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;I realize something.&lt;br /&gt;Every single time i write a blog entry, its being thought out.&lt;br /&gt;This time, it's gna be something different.&lt;br /&gt;I am just gna write dwn exactly wad pops into my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely am a chocolate addict.&lt;br /&gt;I love fruit and nut chocos.&lt;br /&gt;But the truth is, i am not a nuts fan.&lt;br /&gt;So till todae, i still dun get why i love fruit n nut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;French fries, potato chips, wedges, baked potato, potato salad.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever that has potatoes in it.I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shy.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am actually a very shy person.&lt;br /&gt;I hate being pulled up on stage in frnt of an audience.&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather BE the audience.&lt;br /&gt;I hate standing in front of the class.&lt;br /&gt;I dun like being the centre of attention.&lt;br /&gt;It takes a while for me to warm up to someone.&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather have certain close frens thn many frens of whom i am not close to but are just hi and bye.&lt;br /&gt;I dun like to be put on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;I get really embarrased when people are watching my every move.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe thats why i hate dancing in frnt of pple who i am close to.&lt;br /&gt;I get all embarrased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't look at people in the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;It's not that i am intimidated by them.&lt;br /&gt;They just LOOK intimidating.&lt;br /&gt;But if i really want to look them in the eye, i can.&lt;br /&gt;But it will be only people whom i am close to.&lt;br /&gt;Just the way i am i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to read.&lt;br /&gt;But im starting to lose my ability to stick to a book lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love to swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate water.&lt;br /&gt;I just dun understand how anyone can drink water when it is so plain.&lt;br /&gt;Tasteless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;Thts when i reflect on what has been happening around me n all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offence but cats are not my favourite animals.&lt;br /&gt;I'd prefer dogs.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe even a pet tiger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to sit dwn with frens, listen to some music n engage in small talks.&lt;br /&gt;As long as the atmosphere is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the beach.&lt;br /&gt;I can sit dwn n watch the waves fer hours n not get bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun like tokin much.&lt;br /&gt;But i always end up talking alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that ill notice in a guy is his hair.&lt;br /&gt;And than maybe his features n than the smile.&lt;br /&gt;And of course when he opens his mouth than thts another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to help people.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its just in my nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a morning person.&lt;br /&gt;Dun realy like having a conversation in the mrnings.&lt;br /&gt;Ill be like" leave me alone!"&lt;br /&gt;But thts wad ill be thinking in my head so i dun offend anyone.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a tv addict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to go fer walks.&lt;br /&gt;Especially night walks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot have things messed up around me.&lt;br /&gt;It gets me absolutely annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;If something is outa place my hands get so itchy ill start to arrange it till i feel its okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun like hurting people.&lt;br /&gt;And yes i noe everybody doesnt.&lt;br /&gt;Just writing wads on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to bottle things up.&lt;br /&gt;Lately i have not been doin that.&lt;br /&gt;Kuz i am able to share wads on my mind&lt;br /&gt;with those whom i feel like telling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am loyal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun like people to tell me what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Unless i ask them what to do thn thts okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being kept in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe thts why i hate surprises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my godson with all my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to teach him to sae..Wassup..haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been asked out on many dates.&lt;br /&gt;But i have not accepted any one of em.&lt;br /&gt;It's kuz i really like someone now.&lt;br /&gt;And if i sae hu it is, im gna hurt wad we have.&lt;br /&gt;So its better if its just kept to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;I can go on forever.&lt;br /&gt;So i should just stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;pEace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-114992792023295608?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/114992792023295608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=114992792023295608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/114992792023295608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/114992792023295608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2006/06/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-114947957066070642</id><published>2006-06-05T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T20:52:50.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kerlon Souza Moura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b5LdH_km-_o"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b5LdH_km-_o" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-114947957066070642?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/114947957066070642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=114947957066070642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/114947957066070642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/114947957066070642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2006/06/kerlon-souza-moura.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-114951670909595874</id><published>2006-06-05T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T07:12:13.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not really in a good mood these few daes.&lt;br /&gt;A couple things on my mind recently.&lt;br /&gt;Not that i want it to be though.It just is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father was toking on the phone earlier todae.&lt;br /&gt;I kinda overherd the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;It made me feel horrible actually.&lt;br /&gt;Upsetting.&lt;br /&gt;I was actually tearing.&lt;br /&gt;Just as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He keeps msging me.&lt;br /&gt;Although i already said no.&lt;br /&gt;It's getting too much.&lt;br /&gt;So much so that i do not reply him anymre.&lt;br /&gt;All the mre he msges.&lt;br /&gt;Questioning the reason me not msging him bk.&lt;br /&gt;I mean.&lt;br /&gt;It's not as if i din already tell him my decision.&lt;br /&gt;I told you once.&lt;br /&gt;No wait.&lt;br /&gt;I told you twice.&lt;br /&gt;Can't u just accept it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.&lt;br /&gt;here you go again.&lt;br /&gt;with your&lt;br /&gt;"suddenly it just happened"&lt;br /&gt;"we hugged fer soo long"&lt;br /&gt;" and we also k***ed"&lt;br /&gt;but i dun trust him.&lt;br /&gt;it will take some time.&lt;br /&gt;his single again.&lt;br /&gt;I say WHOOOOPIEEE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pEace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-114951670909595874?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/114951670909595874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=114951670909595874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/114951670909595874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/114951670909595874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-not-really-in-good-mood-these-few.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-114947495354183665</id><published>2006-06-04T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T19:35:53.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nelly Furtado&lt;br /&gt;"Promiscuos Girl"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mtpX9FGZEdc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mtpX9FGZEdc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-114947495354183665?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/114947495354183665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=114947495354183665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/114947495354183665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/114947495354183665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2006/06/nelly-furtado-promiscuos-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-114930637574914713</id><published>2006-06-03T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T20:47:03.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RD11Bj32rz0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RD11Bj32rz0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punked-Adam Brody&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-114930637574914713?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/114930637574914713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=114930637574914713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/114930637574914713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/114930637574914713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2006/06/punked-adam-brody.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-114881055172769555</id><published>2006-05-28T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T03:02:31.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Adam Brody, cannot get ANY hotter than  this. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7gH-9TaHNww"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7gH-9TaHNww" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3TkH7iJQzNk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3TkH7iJQzNk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is L.O.V.E.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-114881055172769555?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/114881055172769555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=114881055172769555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/114881055172769555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/114881055172769555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2006/05/adam-brody-cannot-get-any-hotter-than.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-114821389120604364</id><published>2006-05-21T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T06:41:51.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The dunkin machine turned out to be a success..u see..to all those pple who were so negative about the idea..i hope u guys realize that nothing is impossible..always turn a bad situation into something positive n impossible is nothing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I have so many things to sae about the carnival..but i'll just put it simply..it was exciting, fun, tiring but successful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;To lee,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;            Thank you fer perservering and ensuring the success of our stalls. I know it was exhausting and tiresome and there were times when u gt sooo very fustrated..i hope u noe that without ur commitment, it would not have been as successful as it was.I hope somehow i managed to help u out here n there..although it was nothing much compared to what u have done.I'm really grateful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;pEace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-114821389120604364?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/114821389120604364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=114821389120604364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/114821389120604364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/114821389120604364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2006/05/dunkin-machine-turned-out-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-114785747964064139</id><published>2006-05-17T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T02:18:15.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I din have training today..sobz..but oh well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Left school alone kuz the others had other activities on and stuff..i was sitting at the bustop when this lady came over n sat beside me..she was carrying lotsa stuff..a huge poster thingy whch seemed rather heavy..a luggage bag n other stuff..out of the blue she started talking to me..she asked if this was my last year..and wad is my ambition and all..so we started to talk n she told me that she came to my sch to give a career talk on physiotheraphy...n she gave me a pen and some brocheures..she was really friendly n all..telling me her daughter is in anderson junior college..and shes worried fer her daughter kuz up  till now her daughter has not chosen her career path..the bus took ages to cm..when it finally came, i offered to carry her stuff fer her..so many things man..haha..but it was okay..reached bukit batok n i was gna take the bus home..but she said she was takin the train so i carried all her stuff to the train station to send her off n help her out..before i left..she looked at me and said..Joanne u are a very helpful person, not many people would offer to help a stranger out.Thank you so much.I din expect something like that actually..haha..but it felt so good u noe? gosh..she made my day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;pEace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-114785747964064139?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/114785747964064139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=114785747964064139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/114785747964064139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/114785747964064139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-din-have-training-today.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-114770568809613183</id><published>2006-05-15T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T08:08:16.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I really thought i have put you behind me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why the sudden call?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is it mere guilt?Or is it remorse i really hear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love the way i am now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Carefree, Different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I made no regrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have moved on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But please, just leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;pEace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-114770568809613183?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/114770568809613183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=114770568809613183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/114770568809613183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/114770568809613183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-really-thought-i-have-put-you-behind.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-114744553520078938</id><published>2006-05-12T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T07:54:28.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;What i'm lookin for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Is a love that's forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Someone who can capture my soul in a heartbeat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;And stay for all time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;What i'm prayin for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Is a match made in heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Someone who will worship my body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;And still put his heart on the line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Commitment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Someone who'll go the distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I need somebody with staying power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;And make me go weak in the knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Commitment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;And everything that goes with it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I need honor and love in my life from somebody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Who's playin for keeps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;What i'm searching for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Is a man who'll stand by me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Who will walk thru the fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;And be my flame in the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I won't settle for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;less than what  i deserve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;A friend and a lover who will love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;For the rest of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Commitment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Yeah i've had promises broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Three words left unspoken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;They just left me achin for more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;But i've fought temptation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I won't be impatient&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;There's one thing worth waiting for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Commitment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;pEace&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-114744553520078938?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/114744553520078938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=114744553520078938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/114744553520078938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/114744553520078938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-im-lookin-for-is-love-thats.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-114736312615751291</id><published>2006-05-11T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T08:59:13.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;I kinda enjyed Sports dae todae..maybe kuz i was actually doin something n not just sitting at one spot fer the few hours..i was helping mdm sin out fer the whole of todae..it was tiring actually..carrying the board here n there..but it was really fun..kuz we din have ear plugs fer the gun shot thingy..to protect our ears..so mdm sin asked us to put tissue..but it was ridiculous..haha..kuz we would have looked like fools if we had tissue paper sticking out of our ears..so i used the mp3 hoping that i would not hear the gun shot..but knowing how doofus i can be..just before the gun shot, the song stopped and BANG!!!haha...my ear drums were like omgoodness..haha.oh well it was a great experience..shagged now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;On top of that, some of my frens participated in todaes events..and they did really well.. my bro Josh, Euphe, thush n lee..they did really well i should sae..all clinching a prize or two.Proud of em..hon im proud of u!!!!haha..u performed really well..i knew u wnt fall..haha..u dance n all like some bimbo but it was so cute like tinkerbell like that..dun be sad u gt second k..kuz it was really a great performance..haha. N lee..im so proud of u..i mean..all the while i knew u could win..its just the faith i have in you..u always sae cannot right?haha..well..u can ah!u r doing reverse psychology on urself..haha.but its working so carry on yea?haha..mmm..was gna congratulate u after ur run..i had permission to go wish u fer awhile..so i ran all the wae to ur hse area there..but u were with someone who at this point of time is nt toking to me..so yea..since i was only given a min..i detoured back to the field.anywae congratulations pantat..and to the rest of my frens too..CONGRATS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;hmm..i haven't really thought about this someone alot fer quite some time actually..but recently,  something triggered my mind n i am recalling what the past was like with the person.Although wad has happened has made me become a better person as a whole,as it has thought me many lessons frm this experience..u noe wad they sae, with experience than can u only understand n learn frm it to become a better person altogether..yea..it has a whole lot actually..but..i still do miss that person.I noe its not wrong to feel that way as it is only natural, but i duno, my hearts just a lil heavy todae..tnite actually..am listening to the backstreet boys"I Still" song..its kinda like how i feel right at this minute..painful actually.Anyhow,that person sent me a friendster message todae.................................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pEace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-114736312615751291?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/114736312615751291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=114736312615751291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/114736312615751291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/114736312615751291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-kinda-enjyed-sports-dae-todae.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-114699815446792178</id><published>2006-05-07T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T03:36:12.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I only have one ambition, that is to work for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;pEace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-114699815446792178?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/114699815446792178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=114699815446792178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/114699815446792178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/114699815446792178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-only-have-one-ambition-that-is-to.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-114658342710336215</id><published>2006-05-02T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T08:24:08.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Life as a teenager is often very different than life as either a child or an adult.It is a turbulant time, with different obstacles to face, and it often seems as if there are many, many more of them.This is about how i see my life now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Welcome me Adulthood, I have ventured&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;through childhood with all the wonders and dangers it it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I have placed my childhood fantasies aside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;and picked up hopes of becoming who i want to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Embrace me Knowledge,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I am ready to know more and add to what i already know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I have conquered my fear of the night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;now I only fear of becoming nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Ihave stopped pretending to be what i thought i was going to be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;and realized i am oly what i make of myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I have come down from the land of the make-believe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;and i have found the strength to believe in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;So when i come upon you, open your arms,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;and welcome me ,Adulthood,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;for I am headed your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pEace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-114658342710336215?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/114658342710336215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=114658342710336215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/114658342710336215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/114658342710336215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2006/05/life-as-teenager-is-often-very.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-114656379376223034</id><published>2006-05-01T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T04:39:30.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Usually every Saturdae me n my kaki would be spending the dae together..this weekend she decided to head to Thailand!! I have no idea what she was doing there but yea..made me worried la she...she sae tht there was an explosion all..goodness..hp shes alright though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;anywae..i spent my saturdae with lays...it was really fun..haha..we went fer a movie whch ending was so sucky..wad a waste of money..haha..but yea we were kinda bitching thruout the movie..lays..u are still a scaredy cat!!haha..u should noe wad i mean..thn we went fer dinner at mos burger..her decision..it was not bad the food..but i was too sick too enjoy..after whch thush called saying she was going clubbing with her kuzzins..but WE decided to play arcade instead!Cutting dwn on the clubbing scene yea.. we went to arcade..and we raced daytona 1 and 2..scores even ah lays??haha...yea..thn we raced on our so called "bikes".damn it made me perspire so mucchh..after whch we went bk to my place with a failed attempt to play table tennis..my mum din allow kuz i was too sick n she was afraid i would become worst..haha..u noe mums..yea..i enjyed myself lays.. thnx a whole bunch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh i did a count on the number of times i sneezed on Saturdae alone..257!!!Can u believe it..i was seriously looking like rudolf..haha..oh well..feeling better now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-pEace-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-114656379376223034?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/114656379376223034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=114656379376223034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/114656379376223034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/114656379376223034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2006/05/usually-every-saturdae-me-n-my-kaki.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-114572321835528447</id><published>2006-04-22T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T09:26:58.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I can't stop thinking about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;pEace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-114572321835528447?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/114572321835528447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=114572321835528447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/114572321835528447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/114572321835528447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-cant-stop-thinking-about-you.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-114563399060462583</id><published>2006-04-21T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T08:40:15.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Im so proud of myself.After reflecting upon what happened this mrning, i'm actually proud of myself..this mrning..while i was waiting to cross the road at the traffic junction near my house, i saved a secondary school girls life.you see..the traffic light turned red, so the gurls initial reaction will be to cross the road, but it was not green man yet!But it was also the drivers fault because he was speeding eventhough it was already red light..he just gave a loooooong horn...frm the side of my eyes i saw the big mercedes approach the gurl at great speed..i duno wad went thru my mind at that time but all i noe is my feet just brought me toward the gurl..haha..i ran n grabbed her by her body and yanked her toward the pavement.It was soo scary..goodness..i was shaking n literally trembling.!We bth nearly fell though..after pulling her aside..i kinda tld her off saying u noe its still red light no matter wad..better be safe than sorry..she apologised n said thanks n all..i hope she is alright now..=) This was really an experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;pEace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-114563399060462583?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/114563399060462583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=114563399060462583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/114563399060462583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/114563399060462583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-so-proud-of-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-114535956253432897</id><published>2006-04-18T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T04:26:02.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/55/6090/640/coolage%2020.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/55/6090/320/coolage%2020.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the days.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-114535956253432897?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/114535956253432897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=114535956253432897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/114535956253432897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/114535956253432897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2006/04/these-are-days.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-114528289069781040</id><published>2006-04-17T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T07:08:10.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/55/6090/640/outings%201383.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/55/6090/320/outings%201383.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im seriously no NIKE fan.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-114528289069781040?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/114528289069781040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=114528289069781040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/114528289069781040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/114528289069781040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-seriously-no-nike-fan.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-114528277076188186</id><published>2006-04-17T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T07:06:10.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/55/6090/640/outings%201382.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/55/6090/320/outings%201382.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm no NIKE fan..&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-114528277076188186?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/114528277076188186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=114528277076188186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/114528277076188186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/114528277076188186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-no-nike-fan.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-114519518895881345</id><published>2006-04-16T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T06:46:34.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Did u know??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Calbee PRAWN CRACKERS were first made in January 1964.The Japanese fell in love with the high nutritional value and flavor of Calbee PRAWN CRACKERS, which are so good that you just can't put them down.Calbee PRAWN CRACKERS, which recreate the delicious flavor of prawn tempura, are the favourite Japanese snack of today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;pEace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-114519518895881345?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/114519518895881345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=114519518895881345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/114519518895881345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/114519518895881345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2006/04/did-u-know-calbee-prawn-crackers-were.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11958762.post-114516348947934919</id><published>2006-04-16T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T22:00:10.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The holidaes wasn't that bad after all..yesterdae was somewhat eventful fer me..in the mrning..i was supposed to go swimming..but it was super hot n its nt as if im not dark enuf..haha..so yea i skipped swimming..after her driving, lee came over n we played table tennis..think it was sooo fun kuz i havent played the game fer ages!and i have to sae lee was not bad fer a first timer..she picked up the skill pretty fast..haha..lets play on saturdaes yea?hmm..after that..we booked an afternoon show at ps-Take the Lead..but we were late kuz we played table tennis..actually no la kuz of me haha apparantly i took to long to get ready..so we had to take a cab dwn..the show was really good...the way they ballroom dance cum hiphop..omgoodness..awesome..was so fascinated..so intriguing..after the show we were supposed to meet lays but she bailed on us..so we went window shopping..or at least i went window shopping..while lee shopped..haha..yea..went fer dinner at food republic..after fasting on fish n vege fer 40 days..decided to have chix rice..but it wasn't really good..nt yummy enuf..hmm..after dinner which was already quite late..about ten plus..we went to get a drink at  cheers at cine..noe wad happened??these group of guys were taking ages choosing their alcoholic drinks and tehy occupied teh whole area not allowing anyone to choosse tehir own drinks..we waited fer sooo long ah!than i couldn't take it anymre so i said as politely as i cn.."excuse me are you all done?"hahaha...goodness..it was so funny their reaction..oh ya ya...thn all scrambled away.. we sat outside somerset mrt station there..talking and drinking...oh wait....way before that..at wisma's toilet something heartbreaking happened fer lee..but i think she wil want to tell her own story..haha..so ill let it be..ya anywae..my barcadi could not open kuz i fergt to ask the cashier to pop it..so i stupidly tried to open it with my keys..and instead of the bottle cap being removed..my skin was!!ouch man..hurt like shit..but lee bot me a plaster..thnx!we took the train quite late around 1135..n we kinda tk the train separately thruout..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;went home feeling really lousy..in fact..i kept thinking n thinking till my head hurt!thn i tot y make myself feel like that n  maybe we should tok it out to solve things..i hate solving stuff like this..but if u think about it..someone has to..if not either bth parties will get hurt..or at least one party will..anyhow..we did that..things gt heated up here n there...but somehow we worked it out...i felt soo much better...kuz if things were left hanging..i think i would not have been able to fergive myself fer making the person think i was ignoring her..and raising my voice n stuff..it was not me..thats all.so in the end we toked it out..solved things..and everythings kewl now..haha..slept really late..kuz i kept tossing n turning..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;HAPPY EASTER EVERYONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Im off to easter lunch................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;pEace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11958762-114516348947934919?l=f-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/feeds/114516348947934919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11958762&amp;postID=114516348947934919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/114516348947934919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11958762/posts/default/114516348947934919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f-face.blogspot.com/2006/04/holidaes-wasnt-that-bad-after-all.html' title=''/><author><name>jOaNnE..SaE wAD?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279523450153330189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osTUAaCBmgc/SLeug9aF4NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k0bBd0Zck7Q/S220/jo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
