<?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-7512313</id><updated>2011-10-10T23:08:35.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cubic watermelons are so cute</title><subtitle type='html'>i'm 15. based in singapore. this is my boring life. 

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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512313-109403650343151818?l=eshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512313/posts/default/109403650343151818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512313/posts/default/109403650343151818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eshh.blogspot.com/2004/09/heart-cookiese-s-hh.html' title=''/><author><name>JOCE-LYN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/eshtrella/kittybrick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512313.post-109248925000195911</id><published>2004-08-14T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T21:14:10.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hihih</title><content type='html'>just testing this dumb freaking la yout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512313-109248925000195911?l=eshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512313/posts/default/109248925000195911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512313/posts/default/109248925000195911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eshh.blogspot.com/2004/08/hihih.html' title='hihih'/><author><name>JOCE-LYN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/eshtrella/kittybrick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512313.post-109239352483185555</id><published>2004-08-13T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T18:38:44.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's friday, and it's the 13th of august. so. i woke up at 5.20am, called gina, went back to sleep, received a sms, it was liting. she asked me to go help her print stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dragged myself outta bed. in the end i don't dare to pull out the tray so it was effort wasted. went back to sleep again and at 8.50am my mum whacked me. hurmff. actually i was awake, but i was hoping she would leave me alone. nahz. so it's alright, i took my own sweet time and reached school an hour later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. i'm rather surprised i didn't get the pink form. so that means my mum doesn't have to go school to meet any teacher. macrina got the form. so did gina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to agnes' house to finish our math project. ah kok gave us the weekend so monday's the last day..&lt;br /&gt;ended up listening to music and playing with the doh. i made 2 bageys, 2 carrots and a pig with wings. agnes made 3 alligators, 1 tortoise that looked like a pig and a pile of shit. didn't complete much today. and whatever we added on made it seem like we're doing an art project, not a math one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gina took home the project. well, coz noone else wanted to. it's so bulky and fragile. my pig's leg fell off and one of the carrots tumbled over while she walked down the stairs..&lt;br /&gt;i think. its like good crap. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still have to go school to continue doing the project tomorrow morning. we'll be doing our booth tomorrow too! i wonder which pix moses used. i think i'm at home alone. evidence of my brother at home(his shoes, bag, leftover lunch) doesn't make me feel like he's anywhere near me. i can only hear myself typing, the cars and a dog barking.&lt;br /&gt;who cares about him anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can still recall a dream i had last night. almost every part of it is gone by now, but i know it's a long, strange but nice dream. i love breakfast bar. he's so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long live dreams&lt;br /&gt;shoo, joce-lyn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512313-109239352483185555?l=eshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512313/posts/default/109239352483185555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512313/posts/default/109239352483185555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eshh.blogspot.com/2004/08/todays-friday-and-its-13th-of-august.html' title=''/><author><name>JOCE-LYN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/eshtrella/kittybrick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512313.post-109231817322556466</id><published>2004-08-12T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T21:45:42.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wonder how bill's doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got my hair cut again. school was boring. choi dip blew up again today. always like that.. she should go for lessons on anger management. and dammit, ms chong's lesson palled on everyone!! she makes chemistry, such an interesting subject, boring. and there was a last minute meeting for all sec 3 form &amp;amp; co-form teachers @ 1.3opm, which meant no bagey today! everyone cheered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then cindy made us stay back coz we were too rowdy. we thought she was bad, but i doubt it, coz she said she was told that our history lesson is from 1.3opm to 2.3opm.&lt;br /&gt;which idiot told her that?! that evil carrot-eating machine! cindy's just another nie trainee. and she really isn't any more evil then someone like, um, your classmate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told jocelyn i was going to drama club today. and i didn't! coz our math project's still unfinished. we went to agnes' house today. her rabbits are rather cute. then as it was our first time at her house, we started to fool around again as we explored her room and stuff. didn't accomplish much today too. we watched crayon xiao xin and listened to 7 li xiang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to the bf outing this sunnyday. blahh it clashes with rachael's birthday celebration too. so it'll be church in the morning, bf outing the whole afternoon and hopefully by evening i would have reached my grandma's house. they'ld be playing mahjong. i'm going to play even though i don't know how to. the funny habit to destroy almost everything is still in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still dreaming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoo, jocce!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512313-109231817322556466?l=eshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512313/posts/default/109231817322556466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512313/posts/default/109231817322556466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eshh.blogspot.com/2004/08/wonder-how-bills-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>JOCE-LYN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/eshtrella/kittybrick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512313.post-109222768143722043</id><published>2004-08-11T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T20:40:38.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm bloated. forced myself to finish my dinner within 10 mins. just came back from hougang mall. was there with agnes. she helped macrina develop a photo, and then we went to cd rama. after looking for some time, she decided to buy jay's latest album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before that we, macrina, sal &amp;amp; gina ang were at allykok's house. went there supposedly to do our math project that's due this friday, but realised that allykok's dad owned a acoustic guitar and started to play with it. then it was the piano. made a lot of noise altogether. then her parents came home - her mum does seem scary and behaves so. by that time gina and sal had already left.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to leave the moment her parents reached home but agnes and macrina wanted to stay a little longer (we were listening to allykok playing the piano).. so after we left allykok's crazy parents scolded her.&lt;br /&gt;her mum's crazy (a little). allykok is not allowed to watch tv, or go online (when the computer is in her room!). they live in a condominium and are well off. she's not even allowed to enjoy the air con.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired. i'm quite bent on learning boardsailing and kayaking this year end. and very sadly, i cannot afford guitar lessons + another guitar at the same time now, so i'll concentrate on saving up. if i can i will buy the washburn electric guitar package. i think aaron and ben bought it&lt;br /&gt;i feel sad for myself. sad. sad. nevermind! next time. maybe i'll buy an electric guitar with macrina - she's saving for a semi acoustic epiphone guitar that costs $550 or somewhere around there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long live dreams&lt;br /&gt;tschüs~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512313-109222768143722043?l=eshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512313/posts/default/109222768143722043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512313/posts/default/109222768143722043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eshh.blogspot.com/2004/08/im-bloated.html' title=''/><author><name>JOCE-LYN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/eshtrella/kittybrick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512313.post-109214382940072701</id><published>2004-08-10T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T21:17:09.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woke up @ 9am plus after someone called my handphone. silenced it. then jing called and this time i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;then i realised i had tuition at 10am. ms lim was 50minutes late but that's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then jing and i went to bras basah complex to walk around and look at guitars. so pretty, some of them! hmm. can't afford any though. and i doubt my parents would allow me to play an electric guitar if i owned one anyway.&lt;br /&gt;will look around for a school/teacher. i wanna learn the electric guitar, but i'm not sure if i can directly learn it, or i have to start from a acoustic/classical guitar. so i'll just ask. if i do need to have classical guitar knowledge then i won't start learning it so early i guess.&lt;br /&gt;there's no hurry.&lt;br /&gt;then i'll concentrate on kayaking and boardsailing. can't wait to learn how to boardsail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after looking around at swee lee for quite some time i bought 5 picks. then took the mrt and went to ngee ann city to meet sal &amp; liting.&lt;br /&gt;walked around a little. then went to hmv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;julia wanted to get jay's newest album but decided not to as there isn't any photobooks left..&lt;br /&gt;went up 2 stories. window shopped. bought a drink for myself.&lt;br /&gt;then they bought some sweets and we wrote some stuff on the table of graffitti cafe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"banana footies - 10/8/04"   "banana footprintz - 10/8/04"   "no fugly slitchz; so get lost!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we walked to somerset mrt station. saw some interesting books at the book fair at centerpoint. bought some books. haha. will update later - this entry is only &lt;em&gt;halfway done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dumb brother wanna use the com now. so shoo, joce-lyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512313-109214382940072701?l=eshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512313/posts/default/109214382940072701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512313/posts/default/109214382940072701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eshh.blogspot.com/2004/08/woke-up-9am-plus-after-someone-called.html' title=''/><author><name>JOCE-LYN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/eshtrella/kittybrick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512313.post-109202922957177025</id><published>2004-08-09T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T13:27:09.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to kinokuniya yesterday night. my dumb brother won't let me stay longer to read books on the guitar. then we walked around. he was looking for some stupid cd no shop stocks. reached home at 10.40pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(= will be going to sentosa with rachael &amp; parents later on. this is to make up for yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;but i'll miss singapore idol. zz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. got the email addy wrong. it's :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:letslearn_thealphabet@abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyzabcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyzabcdefghijk.com"&gt;letslearn_thealphabet@abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyzabcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyzabcdefghijk.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposed to go out with sal and tinga. no response from them so i'll go out with rachael.&lt;br /&gt;nothing much to do. so i'll just practice a little then go and sleep! then wake up at 2.40pm to pack my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder what's for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoo, jocce!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512313-109202922957177025?l=eshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512313/posts/default/109202922957177025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512313/posts/default/109202922957177025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eshh.blogspot.com/2004/08/went-to-kinokuniya-yesterday-night.html' title=''/><author><name>JOCE-LYN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/eshtrella/kittybrick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512313.post-109195792789082719</id><published>2004-08-08T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T17:40:04.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's sunday! and. i've really nothing to do at all.&lt;br /&gt;in the mood to laze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found some great sites. learning the intro for 'stay together for the kids' by blink 1-82. just a simple part but hey, i'm a newbie to the guitar. my left hand's quite retarded so i need to practice a lot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm considered a catechumen. still quite worried about baptism. i need to convince my parents... urghh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you want to learn the alphabet, email enquiries to :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:letslearn_thealphabet@abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz.com"&gt;letslearn_thealphabet@abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no charges or gimmicks.&lt;br /&gt;and no dumbells or morons too.&lt;br /&gt;kidding. (= &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder what can i do tomorrow. sad. missed the east coast outing both my sisters, my brother, rachael and her father went just now in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;)=&lt;br /&gt;if it was some other beach it wouldn't hurt this much. the only place you can boardsail is at east coast. missed a chance to see people boardsailing. boooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaqi's gonna take up tennis. i like tennis too, but not to a great extend. so that can wait. tomorrow's our nation's 39th national day.&lt;br /&gt;another dumb day. singapore idol - debut. a must watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's just bcoz i'm a little sadistic. hm. thinking about it, nope. i'm not really that bad a person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah.&lt;br /&gt;so shoo, jocce!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512313-109195792789082719?l=eshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512313/posts/default/109195792789082719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512313/posts/default/109195792789082719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eshh.blogspot.com/2004/08/its-sunday-and.html' title=''/><author><name>JOCE-LYN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/eshtrella/kittybrick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512313.post-109186397864049215</id><published>2004-08-07T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T15:32:58.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the rehearsal for the rite of acceptance yesterday night was quite messy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't imagine myself going through the rite in front of the whole lot of people who's going to be present tomorrow but i can visualize myself blabbering rubbish when i'm supposed to state my reason&lt;br /&gt;it's not that i'm not going to think of my reason.. i have the tendacy to mumble even more then usual when i'm scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sponsor's joanna. liting's sponsor is christine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rehearsal ended @ 9pm plus. we walked to hougang mall. there was renovation going on under some hdb blocks and while walking through a small pathway we met with a meowing black cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 1st time i got scared by a black cat. i just felt it was trying to convey something. i've always though black cats were good luck but i knew i had to run when we saw the cat in front of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we made a detour and wasted a lot of time. wanted to have supper at mcdonalds' but the whole place was packed. so nvm, we took 107 home.&lt;br /&gt;bought dinner for myself. passed by a group of guys in black - there's this cute guy i spotted  x=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now for today :&lt;br /&gt;going to school later to see the footprinters! then when liting's done, we'll go eat dinner together. will meet jing &amp; simone @ school.. they wanted to meet at compass point at 4pm but that's too early for me. hmm. tried to call julia, sent her sms-s but no reply at all. strange~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just called her handphone. she didn't switch it on. it got diverted to her house and her mum picked it up.&lt;br /&gt;isn't she supposed to work??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now. where could she be? she said she would most certainly go to school today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay nvm. it's 3.30pm now. if i leave soon i still can meet jing &amp; simone. okay that's what i shall do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gone to change, gone to school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512313-109186397864049215?l=eshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512313/posts/default/109186397864049215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512313/posts/default/109186397864049215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eshh.blogspot.com/2004/08/rehearsal-for-rite-of-acceptance.html' title=''/><author><name>JOCE-LYN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/eshtrella/kittybrick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512313.post-109179158628023798</id><published>2004-08-06T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T13:38:09.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>liting &amp; agnes' birthdays are coming up. some classmates and i are going to get a new set of clothes for agnes. a skirt, top &amp;amp; some accessories. as for liting.. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;need to think a little more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the national day celebration today was quite draggy. they gave us lightsticks and threw in 3 balloons. omgosh. hated those balloons. and a lot of ppl end up throwing the lightsticks. mr wong and mrs wong weren't happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after it ended it was basketball again. i was at home alone for quite long just now. felt so bored. it's okay anyway i'm leaving in a few minutes. gotta go meet liting &amp;amp; go to church together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found some pix. hope moses think they're alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoo, joce-lyn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512313-109179158628023798?l=eshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512313/posts/default/109179158628023798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512313/posts/default/109179158628023798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eshh.blogspot.com/2004/08/liting-go-to-church-together.html' title=''/><author><name>JOCE-LYN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/eshtrella/kittybrick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512313.post-109177656607207777</id><published>2004-08-06T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T19:18:40.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been a rather nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the stupid vips took a really long time to appear and there was this delay that eventually became louder. we got the hall. not bad. i like our class' item. charity rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was basketball again. went to cp to get a drink, a bite and now i'm here at home chilling out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's no one else at home. no wonder my call wasn't answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, if you would like a quick fix i can recommend ccl. gurls &amp;amp; guys welcomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. have to go to church later @ around 8pm. there's this um.. i forgot what, but its a rehearsal for sunday. i'll take a little nap before i leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoo joce-lyn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512313-109177656607207777?l=eshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512313/posts/default/109177656607207777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512313/posts/default/109177656607207777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eshh.blogspot.com/2004/08/its-been-rather-nice-day.html' title=''/><author><name>JOCE-LYN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/eshtrella/kittybrick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512313.post-109170370753827928</id><published>2004-08-05T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T19:16:10.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>)"= my poor thumb is partially useless for now&lt;br /&gt;my nail was a little cracked already and it cracked futher and bled when i was trying to get hold of the basketball. boo. wonder if i still can play tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there're no lessons tomorrow.. and we can go home @ 10am. great! i'll reach before 6.20am.. play basketball.. then from 10am plus play till who knows what time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boring. quite sad about the chemistry experiment which failed twice. i've already learnt my lesson; lucky i managed to pour the solution away before it spilled out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. our class went up to sing "Home". it was rather embarrassing..&lt;br /&gt;sal &amp;amp; i skipped our cca today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though the class will be in 5s, i still wanna learn. maybe i'll start lessons next year.. coz i need to pay for it myself.&lt;br /&gt;and one thing's for sure is that i'll certainly take the kayaking course with some pals. as for boardsailing.. boo.. no one seems to be interested. that's alright. i'll go myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoo joce!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512313-109170370753827928?l=eshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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/&gt;badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now both my legs hurt. no basketball tomorrow morning coz sal brought back her basketball. i bet she's feeling quite pissed off.. we used it till it's all worn &amp; faded.. and its all coz she lent it to us.&lt;br /&gt;she have yet to really use that basketball of hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;booo. so that means i'll have to get my own one. will get a Spalding TF-150. it's ugly but anyway it's for the outdoors. if i would want a indoor one it would be the leBRON one. but nahz there ain't many indoor courts around. so maybe a Molten one &amp;amp; the TF-150.&lt;br /&gt;would always go for basketballs that are not orange. they are soo much more nicer to look at and easier to differentiate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; basketballs! someone please manufacture them??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm sick. i felt quite tired during tuition and was using every excuse to not do work. poor jing had to do all the work. sorry babe! i really am tired (after all that traveling and basketball... ) x=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;updates on my brother's side : some of his classmates organized a strike and the whole of 2/2 didn't have any lessons today. they were helping my brother (-.-") and i think that might make things worse. at least they're heard?&lt;br /&gt;they want something i bet majority of singapore wants (me included) - freedom of speech&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make a personal attack on someone - be it in person or online (blogs especially) and you can get sued. unless it's the government you've chosen to critisize, you most probably won't end up in jail&lt;br /&gt;just expressing yourself, writing &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;your&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;own&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;personal thoughts &amp; opinions&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;your own blog&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; : still you can get sued for slander.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad. it's &lt;strong&gt;your own blog&lt;/strong&gt; and yet you cannot type out all the things you want. it's just harmless expressing of your own thoughs, beliefs, experiences; don't bullshit and claim you have not yet came across a bad experience with something/anyone, and not crap to anyone else about it.&lt;br /&gt;it's like, you are born with a mouth and so that entitles you to freedom of speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not as if anyone would like anyone talking bad about them, but its also not possible to stop people from doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. i'm still waiting for the day singapore becomes totally democratic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512313-109154165812875486?l=eshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512313/posts/default/109154165812875486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512313/posts/default/109154165812875486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eshh.blogspot.com/2004/08/just-today-i-realized-how-much-work-i.html' title=''/><author><name>JOCE-LYN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/eshtrella/kittybrick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512313.post-109145809671155419</id><published>2004-08-02T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T22:50:35.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blog entry deleted -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entry cannot be revived until further notice as blogs with content that slander are going to be reviewed (this matter is blown up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway there's a high possibility i won't be able to come online. coz of my brother's blog. )=&lt;br /&gt;ASS sucks. die,!!!&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;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512313-109145809671155419?l=eshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512313/posts/default/109145809671155419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512313/posts/default/109145809671155419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eshh.blogspot.com/2004/08/blog-entry-deleted-entry-cannot-be.html' title=''/><author><name>JOCE-LYN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/eshtrella/kittybrick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512313.post-109143835195570195</id><published>2004-08-02T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T20:28:54.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;fucking shit. now my brother's in deep shit, he's in trouble coz of his blog and i think he has to transfer school even. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;URGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i spoke up for him and im so damned pissed off too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;seriously i think there's a big big and i mean &lt;strong&gt;big&lt;/strong&gt; communication problem between me &amp; my brother and our parents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;not that i do not hate my brother. it's that he's being maligned. and i simply cannot stand someone/ just anything suffering from injustice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i really feel like slapping my mother. she just doesn't get what we poor teenagers are trying to tell her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;somehow my brother's teacher got the url of his blog. read it. and called up my parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;they requested for both my parents to be at his school tomorrow. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;both parents.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  OMG! how serious is that?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;you know what his teacher said? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"80 over pages of ....", "insulting me..."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;at first i didn't get the meaning. then i realised that dumb teacher most prolly hasn't seen a blog before. and somehow she/he managed to twist the situation till my parents were convinced that my brother wrote 80 over pages of insulting stuff after she/he scolded their class. and it seems that the teacher made it sound like he wrote all the stuff in a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;actually it's just 80 days of his life. that shows something, right (what a wretched life. but again, who hasn't been screwed by singapore's education system?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;and i'm on his side coz such a thing has happened to me before. and this time round it's much more serious, and my parents have somehow become senile overnight - they kept on scolding him for insulting his teach and rattling on the same points. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;and my mum said we both had attitude problems. i wanted to repeat myself, but i don't wanna. coz i will blow my top and hit the ceiling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;this was what i told her after she said i had an attitude problem (this happened in the past)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;[ if you say i have an attitude problem, that means you are scolding yourself. i became like this coz you didn't teach me how to be a person with good attitude. or whatever]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;that was nasty but she was unreasonable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i've read my brother's blog before. he's intelligent and sharp. to us students, we totally know and can understand what he's writing about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;we can even feel the anger in our blood when we read about a crazy teacher doing some fucking irritating stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;now what. i do hope all's fine. even though i hate my brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512313-109143835195570195?l=eshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512313/posts/default/109143835195570195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512313/posts/default/109143835195570195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eshh.blogspot.com/2004/08/fucking-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>JOCE-LYN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/eshtrella/kittybrick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512313.post-109135479142990787</id><published>2004-08-01T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T18:09:23.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rciy was a little boring today as there isn't any liting to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;jamie didn't go when she said she would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then today's also the 1st time i get to see the new father. he gathered all the enquirers together and talked to us. there'll be this erm.. some rite next sunday. can't remember what's it. but anyway i'm going for it.&lt;br /&gt;it's like, to let them know that we wanna continue this journey. but this's where my parents step in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;father john did give me some options : so i'm going to aim to get my parents' support. or wait till some other year. if the former fails then it's the latter. most prolly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we ate at kfc. then waited for some footprinters to come over to liting's house to do the geography project. i just sat around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doing the project was so boring they decided to stop and leave the rest to minnie. so sis, qh and i went to heartland mall.&lt;br /&gt;they bought some postcards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked around a bit. saw the basketball agnes wanted. now it's something i'm yearning for too! it's so. cute.&lt;br /&gt;61 bucks. that doesn't sound as good as it looks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm still gonna get it someday. and the nike pump too. 19 bucks. that would make the duo $80.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt; that will take me at least 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;but nahz i can't starve. i'll die without food for more then 5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. maybe not die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways gonna go eat out later. and play bball tomorrow. maybe liting &amp;amp; qh's playing too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you hung up the national flag already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoo, jocce!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512313-109135479142990787?l=eshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512313/posts/default/109135479142990787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512313/posts/default/109135479142990787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eshh.blogspot.com/2004/08/rciy-was-little-boring-today-as-there.html' title=''/><author><name>JOCE-LYN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/eshtrella/kittybrick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512313.post-109124219962918237</id><published>2004-07-31T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T10:49:59.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this's for yesterday and part of today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't come online coz my brother monopolized the computer again.&lt;br /&gt;after CSC ended, gina used chinling's phone to call sal. lucky they weren't far, so i went to join them.&lt;br /&gt;sal went to the library&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went to a basketball court and played. then fabian joined us after YCS was over. then around 4.30pm we went back to school. fabian went home directly&lt;br /&gt;we're going to play on monday morning and afternoon. haha, all mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for the geography test.. i know i'll fail. and all of the questions were from the 10 year series teletubby made us buy. i think the only person who bothered to buy the separate answer booklet was sal. good for her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just had breakfast. just called sal. going over to her house at around 3pm. hope it doesn't rain till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much to add. later at 6pm there's this discussion thingy for us at church. i hope liting's able to leave early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just these&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512313-109124219962918237?l=eshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;actually wanted to play bball after drama club ended, but unfortunately the one and only court is full. so whatever, lent sal's ball to nick then went to cp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made a new library card. (= &lt;br /&gt;i've decided to not continue reading 'Everworld' and the whole entire series. towards the dark side - not really my cuppa tea &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;borrowed a book on the shortcuts for photoshop 7. happened so that all the 3 books i borrowed today are green.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. so pissed off with chitming. he tore the my feedback paper for the recent harmony concert and now i have to pass it up myself. &lt;br /&gt;actually i could have just given it to geraldine but the content is provoking, so i have to exercise extra caution, or die? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geography test tomorrow. i'm scared. &lt;br /&gt;i think i'm going to fail the history test today. not very happy thinking about it. dammit if only i didn't have to rush. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. next book to read - Fourplay. &lt;br /&gt;that's all. still gonna play bball tomorrow morning. even though it made me feel so damn hot for quite some time, the though of getting fat scares me enough to get me up and moving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love his voice! so soothing, gentle, everything nice... ~~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;shoo jocce! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512313-109109764067499656?l=eshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512313/posts/default/109109764067499656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512313/posts/default/109109764067499656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eshh.blogspot.com/2004/07/whooh-im-in-drama-club.html' title=''/><author><name>JOCE-LYN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/eshtrella/kittybrick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512313.post-109101836359913805</id><published>2004-07-28T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T20:39:23.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>another boring day at school. &lt;br /&gt;i made a fool of myself. my chinese really sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i wrote an okay letter, so i let sal read it. &lt;br /&gt;i can't even write "late" in chinese. isn't that sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ended up a laughing stock &amp;nbsp; *shrugs it off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was this skit about mechanical weathering, and mr ong was looking for people to play the characters. nicholas' Mechanical weathering, followed by 4 numbered rocks; fabian, yours truly, allykok &amp; macrina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's this&amp;nbsp; line i'll have to read out - " the last time he came around, he did considerably damage to my body"&lt;br /&gt;(= &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so school was just like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;and there wasn't any spongebob square pants yesterday night. so stupid of me to log off expecting SBSP to be showing. &lt;br /&gt;going to play basketball tomorrow morning with my mum &amp; jing (and whoever's gonna be there). hope i'll be able to wake up. i have far too much extra calories i need to get rid of.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the fast food are starting to take their toll on my already bad enough figure. evil.&lt;br /&gt;all BGFC will be able to see their beloved idol tomorrow.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;___!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;so shoo, jocce!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512313-109101836359913805?l=eshh.blogspot.com' alt='' 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realised that i would pass my 2.4km run. only if i cheat&amp;nbsp; )=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were allowed to do our own stuff after that so i chose basketball. and there was this bunch of people playing football in the basketball court. they went off after a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seok chin's rather upset for quite some time. who wouldn't be, if you were maligned for setting those who played truant up? they even wanted to slap her. that's mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all. gotta go catch sponge bob.&lt;br /&gt;shoo jocce!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512313-109093550992093788?l=eshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512313/posts/default/109093550992093788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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quite stressing for the leaders in our group. coz we were doing our own stuff. and seokchin got quite fed up &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no doubt fabian acted well. in fact he could get so sarcastic i felt like strangling him &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got some stuff + the weather ranger badge. not bad. maybe i'll type the letter today, continue tomorrow then pass it to pauline by the end of this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still waiting for my badge. do they actually need a whole month to sew it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my locker key's still hiding somewhere. glad i found my flash drive! credits go to allikok &lt;br /&gt;she found it in sal's pencil case unwittingly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish my retainers were there too. it's just so sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad. sad. &lt;br /&gt;get lost joce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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ms;"&gt;in the&amp;nbsp;morning i went to church with ating.. we were late as usual and stood&amp;nbsp;outside for&amp;nbsp;several minutes,&amp;nbsp;pacing about, wonding what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then when we went in,&amp;nbsp;it was rather awkward.. faith and wisdow combined this week. didn't&amp;nbsp;really know&amp;nbsp;what to do or say.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;next sat we'll&amp;nbsp;be&amp;nbsp;going to meet moses and some other enquirers to talk about a games booth we're going to be in charge of.&amp;nbsp;interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;going to bowl later. it's not exactly early now.. and by the time we've ate and bowled, it could mean 10pm?? no way!! there's school tomorrow.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;physics test.. computer lesson + the presentation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;got the monday blues. there's english tomorrow (1 ½hrs!!!) and i owe mrs ng like.. over 15 assignments?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;gotta go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;shoo jocce!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512313-109074169075177628?l=eshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512313/posts/default/109074169075177628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512313/posts/default/109074169075177628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eshh.blogspot.com/2004/07/in.html' title=''/><author><name>JOCE-LYN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/eshtrella/kittybrick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512313.post-109071457984760868</id><published>2004-07-25T08:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T09:03:13.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>going to meet ating in 16 mins and i've yet to change ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will update later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;latr~ &lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;updated : 3.38am &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i called ating to tell her to meet me @ 9.15am instead. we've decided not to go to the children's mass today. anyway she just woke up and i have forgotten about the diskettes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday's concert : &lt;br /&gt;the chinese orchestra sucked. their playing was worse then the day before's. &lt;br /&gt;the teacher's dance item is undoubtly still the one that draws the most attention &amp; applause. FBLJJ's 'agent one' mini skit still rules. love that glasses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fanfare - erhhmm??! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could pick out enough points for me to get back my 10 bucks. just that i ran out of batteries and couldn't use my camera. what a bummer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gina was dressed up so prettily! jimmy was sexy, but too bad jamie wasn't there. simone was forced to buy green tea. gina didn't wanna take it so he had to drink it&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the concert we parted. had to wait, so i people watched. bidded quite some people good bye. wei ping don't know how i looked like so she was staring at me when i smiled at her. the BVM youths were in a group, chatting and playing. &lt;br /&gt;somehow lester's pants dropped 'accidently' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway the main thing was that i didn't enjoy the concert. am not dropping the idea of writing in a letter to get back my 10 bucks. &lt;br /&gt;ciao. meeting ating in 15 mins time, straight to RCIY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9am~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512313-109071457984760868?l=eshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512313/posts/default/109071457984760868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512313/posts/default/109071457984760868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eshh.blogspot.com/2004/07/going-to-meet-ating-in-16-mins-and-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>JOCE-LYN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/eshtrella/kittybrick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512313.post-109066497267353120</id><published>2004-07-24T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T18:29:32.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>jamie doesn't wanna go to the concert anymore!&lt;br /&gt;at least i'll be going with simone and agnes + friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the main thingy i wanna go is coz i&amp;nbsp;just want to see FBLJJ and my other classmates. this time round, i'll be taking photos of FBLJJ. he needs to be blackmailed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there'll be some VIPs today. hope the student leaders and stupid,&amp;nbsp;fugly Ong ChengCheng won't try to redirect us to sit somewhere we don't like. it's 'free seating'. i will demand a full refund from pauline wong if this isn't the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmms. during the computer course earlier on we had fun. as usual. starting to see the better part of some previously condemned people. then went to the basketball court. then cp. library. home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will now eat a quick dinner then go to the concert already. love FBLJJ! not forgetting neek though. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512313-109066497267353120?l=eshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512313/posts/default/109066497267353120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512313/posts/default/109066497267353120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eshh.blogspot.com/2004/07/jamie-doesnt-wanna-go-to-concert.html' title=''/><author><name>JOCE-LYN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/eshtrella/kittybrick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512313.post-109060078529146351</id><published>2004-07-24T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T00:41:42.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the concert was... urgh. it was predictable, there were the nice parts but still, the awful ones overwrite them. firstly, on the ticket it was written 'free seating' and it turned out to be the opposite. a councillor tried to direct me and jamie to the front rows, but i ignored her and we sat at wherever we liked. jack &amp; frenz happened to be reach the same time as us, and so there we were, sitting behind them, and as for me, behind a garage mechanic *grins*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;jh turned up in a blue outfit that looked like a car mechanic's. and with a short haircut. oh well, at 1st i told jamie that the barber who cut jh's hair should be shot, but it happens so that his hair got cut off by some mean, evil teacher in school. screw him!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;kiatkiat did dance, and he's going to dance today too! out of the 3 teachers, kiatkiat, mr maran &amp; mrs lau, kiatkiat danced the worst but he still deserves credit for being able to stir laughter within the crowd. ms chong sure can dance.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;the best item? FBLJJ's apprearance as agent 1 ! OMGOSH HE LOOKED GOOD! the black glasses and formal wear sure does bring out the best in him! he can act, sing,&amp;nbsp;and he totally got me surprised.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;guess it's true that you can throw a guy a tuxedo and be prepared to get blown over!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;now for the worst. i think the band's performance isn't good. the trumpet section was &lt;em&gt;weak&lt;/em&gt;. now to be frank, i'm kinda disappointed with the whole concert.. i wouldn't pay 10 bucks to see a concert this standard, but since i already bought the saturday ticket, i might as well go again!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i will bring my camera this time, take photos and i'm going to sit in the front row today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;if the next performance still isn't up to standard, i&amp;nbsp;am going to take as many photos possible, then write up a proposal to mrs pauline wong. you know, 10 bucks&amp;nbsp;for such a 'concert' just isn't worth it. i feel cheated in a way or another.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;then there's the computer course later on again. if wendyl still behaves like a spoilt brat with a pentium 0.01 brain she is so gonna get it. i hate her so much i could disfigure her for life - if you slap her, you'll get into trouble. if you punch her, the same goes. so if you punch or slap her a few more times, and make full use of your talons, the ending will still be the same!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;unfortunately, he who starts the fight loses out. so it's alright, we won't resort to violence to make her shut up. i'll act just like her. and hey, this is where my camera comes in handy again! i'll take a video and photos of wendyl to support my claim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;stupid pat helps wendyl's group. she's a teacher and she helps them?!!? i am going to get you in shit for being biased and i am going to leave you really bad comments in the feedback form. you won't be coming back to our school forever.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;that's coz you failed to make logical decisions, think straight, be partial and unbitchy. yeah, i'll include all these in the form. i don't care if you hate me coz it costed you your job - that's for messing with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;wendyl's difficult to deal with... talk simple and you're gonna lose for she can speak like a machine gun (loud &amp; fast). if you use uncommon words, you can't get anywhere either - she'll take the words to be other words and the whole conversation would be so twisted when it reaches her pentium 0.01 brain. then, the worst thing about her is that she'll start talking rubbish coz she thought you were saying something else. and she'll say stuff like "SO!????". and roll her eyes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;haha take a good look at her. she looks more like a maid with each passing day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;x= oops! im sorry! yeah i know it's really insulting to say that maids look like wendyl! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;nahz no worries. wendyl is wendyl, and no one can beat her at being herself. you'll feel sad for her if you pay more attention to her everything. she has brains, but for some reason they do not really work. she has nice features, and again, for some reason she has to cut that damn hairstyle to spoil it all!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;such an ass! her hair sucks. it's an eyesore.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;her attitude and character is idiotic. her mentality is that of a 4 year old's. she thinks that whining will get her whatever she wants. she thinks that calling my name so nicely will make me like her. she thinks that i don't know that she like her. she thinks that everyone likes her&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i feel like gagging now. the way her brain works is fascinating, you won't see such a thing happening anywhere else. her stupid pathetic whine plays back in my mind, and the more i think about it the more i feel like puking.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;no fugly slitchz, so wendyl, DIE!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;die bitch, DIE!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;and you shall.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512313-109060078529146351?l=eshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512313/posts/default/109060078529146351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512313/posts/default/109060078529146351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eshh.blogspot.com/2004/07/concert-was.html' title=''/><author><name>JOCE-LYN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/eshtrella/kittybrick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512313.post-109051763615271442</id><published>2004-07-23T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T01:33:56.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been a tiring day. im shagged, and i dread the process of waking up every morning just to go to jail&lt;br /&gt;it's that jail you and i are/were forced to go, rain or shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent quite some time revamping my blog. seems like i wasted that 'quite some time' . i can't get rid of the advertisement&amp;nbsp; *frowns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later today there will be our school's 'Harmony' concert. i gave my ticket to jack but took it back again - for nothing you would miss mr ong's dance item! rumours were that his joints are all rusty and his dance theme is comedy based&lt;br /&gt;something i must see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately it's only a 1 day thingy, and it just happens to be on saturday. &lt;br /&gt;now i'll have to buy another ticket. but the thing is i still have yet to decide whether to go or to stay at home and finish up our weather ranger project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i go? i want to cut my hair with jamie, but i'm &lt;em&gt;totally&lt;/em&gt; broke and i just took 5 bucks from my dad yesterday&lt;br /&gt;it was only 5 bucks and he made it seem as if i took 20 bucks from him for no good reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't blame him though. but i can't be blamed either - i have to buy all my basic necessities &lt;strong&gt;myself&lt;/strong&gt; and there's no way i can do that anymore, i'm struggling badly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever since i cut off ties with my 'mother', she does not gimme a damn or talk to me. and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;the thing is, when i was still friends with her she would buy stuff i needed (you know, like toothpaste, facial foam, clothes, &lt;em&gt;pads&lt;/em&gt;...). and i didn't have to take extra money from my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm alone! my dad thinks i'm eating money but that's just not true. my toothpaste supply is running real low, and so is the number of pads i've left and amount of facial foam too.&lt;br /&gt;my F.S brother had to make things worse. he uses my facial foam like i've given him permission to do so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough crapping for today. i badly need sleep or i'll get sick again. not a very nice thing anymore, if i continue to skip school&lt;br /&gt;i'll get retained for another year (if i miss over 20% of all classes)&lt;br /&gt;*sulks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512313-109051763615271442?l=eshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512313/posts/default/109051763615271442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512313/posts/default/109051763615271442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eshh.blogspot.com/2004/07/its-been-tiring-day.html' title=''/><author><name>JOCE-LYN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/eshtrella/kittybrick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512313.post-109051631288994736</id><published>2004-07-23T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T01:11:52.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bwahh</title><content type='html'>bbbooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hate this. dunno how to use it. blah. siannz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512313-109051631288994736?l=eshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512313/posts/default/109051631288994736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512313/posts/default/109051631288994736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eshh.blogspot.com/2004/07/bwahh.html' title='bwahh'/><author><name>JOCE-LYN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/eshtrella/kittybrick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512313.post-108955325751489982</id><published>2004-07-11T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T21:40:57.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday 11th july 2oo4</title><content type='html'>whew. someone's interested in my campbell (coffee), jack adopted my roborovskis and my gerbils are being boarded @ julia's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt so upset to have to part with them, i was at a loss of what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow i'll be grilled by every teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deaded&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;div 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type='text'>friday 9th july... 2oo4</title><content type='html'>what can i say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm being haunted by nightmares. those that are real.&lt;br /&gt;my mum's angry, coz i skipped school today &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she also wants me to get rid of my pets. and also asks me to move out when i have the ability to (meaning she wants me to get O-U-T now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not like i didn't want to go school today, really. wonder what's the thing that bothered me last night. i now have to find a new place for my pets, and it's by tomorrow afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's scolding me. she is so unreasonable. i have a reason, a reason that's so haunting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what will you do if you get haunted by voices and something that paralyzes you when you just lie down on your bed? i'm so fucked by that thing that did all those to me last night. i had to pray so hard, i had to turn on the lights so i would feel calm. it took me an hour. when i finally slept i couldn't wake up on time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went over to sal's after my tuition after i woke up, borrowed her salt pack and now is at home. now, i won't have my handphone, my pets, or any money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's really pushing me to the limits. not that i want to rebel. she asked me to tell others that she's dead. she wants to be counted as dead right? fine then. i hope she dies loh (by tomorrow afternoon too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to explain myself, but do you think i'll be able to? she wouldn't even want to hear my voice or have anything to do with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now even my maid think i'm hopeless. i think i'll sleep downstairs today. no, what if that thing follows me down too?!! then where??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no further comments on anything &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='html'>he was a very sweet guy. sadly all photos of him are lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits go to my idiotic brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope tux's having fun @ the rainbow meadows..&lt;br /&gt;everyone misses him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rest in peace dear..... i'll find you when i'm there too kae?&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512313-108930507979127954?l=eshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512313/posts/default/108930507979127954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512313/posts/default/108930507979127954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eshh.blogspot.com/2004/07/tux-passed-away-on-8704-thursday.html' title='tux passed away on 8/7/04, thursday'/><author><name>JOCE-LYN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/eshtrella/kittybrick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512313.post-108891422735480242</id><published>2004-07-04T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T12:11:42.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>                 &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;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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>[featured] [song] : Britney Spears - Everytime (Album : In The Zone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love that song. nope, that doesn't mean i like britney or what. it's just the tune. but its not her who wrote that song. aNyone could have guessed that &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interesting pictures of britney -  &lt;a href="http://www.suckball.com/louisarticles/uglybritney.html" target=new &gt;is this porn?? click on me to find out&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;britney looked quite bad (compared to her 'usual' self) &lt;br /&gt;then again, no one's really perfect. it all lies in the eyes &amp; mind of the beholder &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may she be happy with that guy (what's his name again?)&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>i skipped school today  *awww..*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fact, i didn't go school on wednesday, went for a few hours yesterday and went out with sal today.&lt;br /&gt;bagey must be hopping mad.&lt;br /&gt;wow. that's like... a 6 day 'weekend'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little sad about the bad experience with angelzvenom. she really has some potent venom in her; she's fierce and revengeful.&lt;br /&gt;will not want to deal with her again. it's just mean of her to ask buyers to beware. my bad on this matter though )=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope tomorrow will be smooth. tuition's @ 10am, then going to meet annie with sal (if she can confirm with us), and then on to raffles place to meet leonard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to remind myself to bank in $10. i still owe sandra &amp; that so-called angel. she's insulting that title. she ought to call herself venomzbitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glad to have received my broomstick (hint* its just an innocent book). it turned out to be quite thick &amp; heavy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next tuesday's the youth day celebrations. how can they disallow us to wear school uniforms? they need to know not everyone's pretty, or want attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah. i hope i've fully recovered. i don't wan to be puking on the mrt tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512313-108878175803907274?l=eshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512313/posts/default/108878175803907274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512313/posts/default/108878175803907274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eshh.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-skipped-school-today-awww.html' title=''/><author><name>JOCE-LYN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/eshtrella/kittybrick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512313.post-108876203356445487</id><published>2004-07-02T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T17:53:53.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>merry meet</title><content type='html'>testing this out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512313-108876203356445487?l=eshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512313/posts/default/108876203356445487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512313/posts/default/108876203356445487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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