<?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-37951921</id><updated>2011-07-29T17:12:58.890+08:00</updated><category term='service'/><category term='jobless.'/><category term='gunbound'/><title type='text'>:D</title><subtitle type='html'>one expression;


:D</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>227</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-6959535762650767150</id><published>2009-07-07T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T14:42:39.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've relinked, ask me for link or go facebook. and aww, Baby, this is my 241st post. sweet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-6959535762650767150?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/6959535762650767150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-5814909282131821979</id><published>2009-06-08T22:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T22:26:40.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;lawl. i like to use lol now. i have not been using it every since i was born, unless i'm talking to really boring people. but now, i like it. lawl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i know h aven't been updating. nobody reads anyway, haha, so i shall not update anymore. blog traffic = 0. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-5814909282131821979?l=decodingthedajoeicode.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/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-2102683950758129127</id><published>2009-05-12T19:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T20:02:21.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;fabrication&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i sat, staring blankly at the cubicle resident outside my office, observing her every move. her every clumsy moment, her every finger touch on the keyboard, her blinking eyes looking into the computer screen and occasional checks on spreadsheets to double check her accuracy on the data she was logging. Eleanor Chua, with all her long ebony hair and huge hazel eyes. she was wearing a fitted pink blouse today and a pencil skirt. i wondered what was it that made everyone in &lt;em&gt;The Carmpani&lt;/em&gt; decide that she will be the butt of every single office joke. i looked down on my documents; the top most was of her proposal to the manager, folowed by other proposals by other colleagues. A meeting scheduled to discuss the proposals later on at 3. At the back of my head, i knew- her proposal was going to be rejected, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed a last sip of the cold coffee that has been left standing on my table for hours before making my way to the meeting room. Flicking my monitor off, i waited Eleanor to pack and prepare her presentation materials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Done! whoo, i'm nervous. do you think i'd succeed?" she asked nervously, staggering towards the meeting room beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As long as you give your best." i kissed her forehead. she curled a lock of dark hair mervously behind her ear. Eleanor and i have been dating for more than a year. we both worked for The Carmpani, but it wasn't the most pleasant place to be. she wasn't any of a pretty face that outstands, she didn't possess a killer figure- she was just Plain Jane, and i loved her for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no here it goes, Joshua. thery're gonna discuss the proposals." she whispered at breakneck speed into my ear. i cracked a nervous smile, wondering how was she going to take the blow of a rejection. However, it turned out worse. Mrs. Ho flipped the file open, brushed the first proposal aside, and continued the meetinf from there. They had completely ignored her proposal. the meeting continued on, without pausing of skipping any subsequent proposal. One after another, every proposal was went through, all except the first. i stole a nervous glance at Eleanor. she looked pained. the other colleagues at the other side of the table tried to hide giggles and laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Check out that blouse- i think my mother has the exact same one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh no, i thought, rubbing my hand on hers in an attempt to comfort her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For the last time, Ms. Chua, your proposal did not even made it through our preliminary considerations, i had no idea how it ot into our file." Mrs. Ho announced, in a firm, strong manner. Eleanor tried to squeak. She apologised and left the meeting room, dragging her feet like a soldier who lost a battle. i was waiting by her desk with a cup of warm coffee in an attempt to cheer her up some. she looked up at me, and looked down onto the carpet, keeping her head faced downwards until she sat on the chair. i pushed the mug of coffee to her view, turned the cup in a circular manner so she could read the Post-It i attached to the cup. she read the note and luaghed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh Joshua. Stop being funny." she playfully punched my arm. Her smile then disappeared and she sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eleanor," Kelly stutted towards Eleanor like a model. "Your tasks for the chosen proposal." she dropped the file onto the floor deliberatle in front of Eleanor. "Oops." with that, Kelly spun on her heel and walked back into her cubicle. All of a sudden, i felt pity for Eleanor. she picked the file up and opened it, reading the contents of her tasks. it's gonna leave her in the office until 10 tonight, and probably the entire next week. &lt;em&gt;her proposal wasn't even acknowledged and she has to do other man's shit? &lt;/em&gt;then i felt sick. Sick and disgusted by the people in The Carmpani. the way they worked. The way they respond. The way they&lt;em&gt; lived&lt;/em&gt;. i had thoughts of quitting The Carmpani and taking Eleanor with me, but i couldn't. i was here on contract. Both of us were, to assist The Carmpani's growth for the next 2 years. We both decided that since the office was near our home, we could ditch the car. i was getting along good, but Eleanor wasn't. God knew why she became so detested by the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, the truth is, she wasn't really Miss Perfectly Right for me. she could only whip up a few simple dishes, swim 2 laps before geting exhausted, quite limited on her clothing range and knew zilch about . However as time passes by, i started to grow onto her and got used to her. she wasn't what i had in mind of a partner, but she was very confortable to be with. No much excitement, experimental ecstasy and oozing adventures. Just plain, comfortable Eleanor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hated to see her so miserable. i hate the fact that all i ever did was to watch her through the office door. as she rubbed her shoulder with her own arm, she let her head fall back for a few moments before typing all over again. i watched as she sipped the coffee i brought her and smiling at the Post-It i left. It has always been like that, me watching her, week after month. Every few minutes i would watch. Every alternate hour i would watch. I just kept on watching, doing nothing at all, watching her every stretching, watching her every phonecall, watching her crumble inside, little by little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;truth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't believe they skipped him, completely, as if he's not of any existence, and expect him to contribute to whatever their plans are. can't believe they were still so indifferent, as if nothing was wrong with it. can't believe i have been treated like scum and not notice it. can't believe i had always been watching and doing nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-2102683950758129127?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/2102683950758129127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=2102683950758129127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/2102683950758129127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/2102683950758129127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2009/05/cant-believe-they-skipped-him.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-3847267657955221675</id><published>2009-05-01T20:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T21:13:52.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. edsel and i are back together&lt;br /&gt;2. i passed geography&lt;br /&gt;3. i think that transsexual is an over-expector&lt;br /&gt;4. assembly on mondays are getting more and more redundant&lt;br /&gt;5. didn't attend 18th April service&lt;br /&gt;6. i signed up for add-math tuition&lt;br /&gt;7. i spent my 14th monthsary doing nothing, thanks to veggieboy&lt;br /&gt;8. i still can't decipher Dr. John Avanzini's messages at church&lt;br /&gt;9.adele bought me a lolly (PINK! PINK!)&lt;br /&gt;10. wilson and Jason are Romeo and Juliet&lt;br /&gt;11. i finished Lolly Winston's novel.&lt;br /&gt;12. i pwn at the oral exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, that's the updates. i finished Lolly Winston's novel, &lt;em&gt;Happines Sold Separately&lt;/em&gt; and i feel so unsatisfied. ): Ted and Elinor were meant to be and Gina is a whore. and in the start of the story i really liked Ted, his physique at 45 is, well, impressive, and then at the end of the book i just felt like he is the world's worst man that ever existed. ): hello? you're married to Elinor! how could you cheat on her! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and that Gina's not even pretty&lt;/em&gt;. and that Gina has a son. a stupid son who almost had you dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just feel so... idk. difficult to put in words. and the worse part that got to me was, when Ted woke up on the hospital bed, faced his &lt;s&gt;fucking&lt;/s&gt; mistress, while all that time his wife is side him, and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hi, angel."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would've killed myself if i were Elinor. KILLED, MYSELF. until now, i'm still affected by her novel. ): Ted and Elinor won't be together anymore. i guess it's for the better; that Ted fantasized about ina when Elinor tookcare of him. stupid bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* i want a better ending, Lolly Winston. Anyway i found myself somehow addicted to romance novels. no, i'm serious. i really am. i can walk around the library only having eyes for books with a heart-shaped icon on the sticker on its spine. then i'll check whetther it has any supernatural psychotic crap, (i really cannot stand those silly books of fairy/human love stories, sometimes. got a bad impression of such novels ever since "&lt;em&gt;Sleeping With The Fishes&lt;/em&gt; by god knows who, it was just- argh.) and i'll read it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i also found myself reading all over again. :D i found my passion for reading, back! wooo. yea so i'm addicted to romance novels. anyone has good romance novels, lend me eh! i can't wait to read another love story. :D fuck the MYEs, i'm still gonna carry on reading books.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-3847267657955221675?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/3847267657955221675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=3847267657955221675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/3847267657955221675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/3847267657955221675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2009/05/1.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-8502532441043391263</id><published>2009-04-15T19:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T19:32:25.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buhbye boyfriend, it's done and over.&lt;br /&gt;no, it's not you, it's me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-8502532441043391263?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/8502532441043391263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=8502532441043391263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/8502532441043391263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/8502532441043391263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-over.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-9191502226310210967</id><published>2009-04-13T18:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T19:33:07.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my last tag on my tagboard is a month ago.&lt;br /&gt;blog traffic = none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sad. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday, 9th April&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to sakae at Plaza Sing with Eds.&lt;br /&gt;ate till we cannot finish our red plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324129669156626418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SeMbucQy3_I/AAAAAAAAAMk/5t8eqPZsvSU/s320/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324129681898519010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SeMbvLusueI/AAAAAAAAANE/J14ngdmUHDU/s320/Image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324129667894902098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SeMbuXj-fVI/AAAAAAAAAMs/kE3_hUKOU_g/s320/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324129675145547042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SeMbuykqjSI/AAAAAAAAAM8/fRWxJwZfQt4/s320/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324129672038961506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SeMbum__0WI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ilbJu4qAUeo/s320/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;went to walk around Plaza Sing after sakae.&lt;br /&gt;there got make-a-bear! D: i want i want i want.&lt;br /&gt;Baby says he'll save up, so i'm happy. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday, 11th April&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter drama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324132110706517602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SeMd8jvppmI/AAAAAAAAAN8/wd4YPGeYgVY/s320/Image017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324132113638442642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SeMd8uqrRpI/AAAAAAAAAN0/r5C82hdsX_o/s320/Image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Baby and i went to watch the Easter drama at Expo.&lt;br /&gt;then we went around tampines,&lt;br /&gt;so crowded!&lt;br /&gt;and i don't like people who live in the East.&lt;br /&gt;they walk like penguins, so slow! grrr.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we were hungry, so we decided to bus back to the North,&lt;br /&gt;Yishun or Admiralty.&lt;br /&gt;on the bus i saw this uber cute angmoh man.&lt;br /&gt;adorable! i know he's way past his teens, around twenty plus, but still so cuuuuuuuute.&lt;br /&gt;but he appears married. D:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;wah biang eh, i tell him what to say only mah,&lt;br /&gt;so it will be clearer to you, you so worked up for?&lt;br /&gt;sheesh. so pissed off on the bus. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, we ended up at admiralty,&lt;br /&gt;cos we both agreed that another bus would kill us.&lt;br /&gt;had dessert and stuff, then home-d.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday, 12th April&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;studying with Baby.&lt;br /&gt;walked over to woosvale after my lunc with mum and bro.&lt;br /&gt;WALKED, yaw. walked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;do until cannot tahan alr then started camwhoring.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324131423683214642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SeMdUkYh_TI/AAAAAAAAANM/AfFnK_UyJXM/s320/Image021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324131430549713634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SeMdU99ocuI/AAAAAAAAANU/vo5fQVOf0io/s320/Image024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324131443718969762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SeMdVvBbWaI/AAAAAAAAANc/akV3VxRX4n0/s320/Image025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324133969354375170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SeMfovv1QAI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WP3mFCD4sqI/s320/Image032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324131445784586530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SeMdV2t6KSI/AAAAAAAAANs/ym3gey6SNtA/s320/Image033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324131445110965266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SeMdV0NThBI/AAAAAAAAANk/n1ZqzWZrBi0/s320/Image026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324133957711495650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SeMfoEX9AeI/AAAAAAAAAOE/VW1yPg0dv44/s320/Image027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324136213385324306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SeMhrXagJxI/AAAAAAAAAOk/-a2xptKWwfY/s320/Image043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324133963648673906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SeMfoaffKHI/AAAAAAAAAOM/K4peLu4kWX8/s320/Image040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324133968417327906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SeMfosQbCyI/AAAAAAAAAOc/pDzVYQsobUQ/s320/Image041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;the silly things stress makes people do.&lt;br /&gt;makes people so innovative, till the point where a hair scrunchie is entertaining.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OURAN IS LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i (finally) finished the series!&lt;br /&gt;i love the series, hahas.&lt;br /&gt;the first time i watched it, i was dumbfounded by mitsukuni hainozuka's resemblence to me.&lt;br /&gt;ahh, anyhow. i love Honey! heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;he really resembles me, except he is no doubt more childish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swee~ts. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-9191502226310210967?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/9191502226310210967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=9191502226310210967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/9191502226310210967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/9191502226310210967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-last-tag-on-my-tagboard-is-month-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SeMbucQy3_I/AAAAAAAAAMk/5t8eqPZsvSU/s72-c/Image004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-5779472874972648922</id><published>2009-03-21T19:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T21:12:50.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;18th March, Wednesday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after chemistry (which i will, indefinitely fail.),&lt;br /&gt;ran home with Baby,&lt;br /&gt;and i quickly showered and changed,&lt;br /&gt;then rushed down to swissotel.&lt;br /&gt;sweet of Baby to send me there.&lt;br /&gt;actually, he just wanted to see the world at 70 storeys high,&lt;br /&gt;but it was nice to sleep on him on the train ride there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;when we got there every concierge turned at looked at Baby in his ADSS uniform.&lt;br /&gt;what a glamourous Kodak moment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, i went there cos i had a family high tea at Equinox,&lt;br /&gt;whatever that means.&lt;br /&gt;very classy place,&lt;br /&gt;at 70 levels above ground.&lt;br /&gt;food? not very fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;i had the doryfish thingy, sushi and fondue,&lt;br /&gt;and whatever. it was kinda of a buffet thing.&lt;br /&gt;the more amazing one is the pasta!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;like, the chef prepares it in fron of you.&lt;br /&gt;the cream one is better than the tomato one. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315613037531556258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/ScTZ5PGA6aI/AAAAAAAAALE/_YiO2pQAOrw/s320/Image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315613033409626818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/ScTZ4_vRQsI/AAAAAAAAAK8/k3e2sg_IvCo/s320/Image022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315613023614852162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/ScTZ4bQA3EI/AAAAAAAAAKk/B17RdHUW5C4/s320/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315613032034357554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/ScTZ46nYUTI/AAAAAAAAAK0/hhUxm4CGeIU/s320/Image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315613033088053122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/ScTZ4-imb4I/AAAAAAAAAKs/UBl48vmHno4/s320/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315614312852628978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/ScTbDeCQJfI/AAAAAAAAALU/7NB5JCiNhUY/s320/Image023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315614306338356466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/ScTbDFxIPPI/AAAAAAAAALM/AiGp41en9LI/s320/Image018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and let me tell you one stupud thing.&lt;br /&gt;ahma wanted to buy my ROXY DRESS.&lt;br /&gt;but they have sze 8, size 12,&lt;br /&gt;just no size 10.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wanted to cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;): ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;never mind,&lt;br /&gt;someday it'll be mine.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19th March, Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no school, yay!&lt;br /&gt;went to church of Evangelism Explosion,&lt;br /&gt;gotta admit, it wasn't exactly what i had i mind of spending the only free day i have in the week, my &lt;em&gt;holiday&lt;/em&gt; week,what's more, 1pm to 5pm, dead in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;but i was in the House of my beloved Lord, i truly felt good, just like returning home after a week of absence.&lt;br /&gt;if only we had a worship song. i'd cry like a baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was about Love, the video and all.&lt;br /&gt;loving your neighbour, your enemy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby was at Sungei Buloh, with Wilson and Jason.&lt;br /&gt;eh, even Sungei Buloh also need 50cents to enter.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20th March, Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;let us compare a simple analogy.&lt;br /&gt;BIO----0830-0930&lt;br /&gt;PHY----0800-1200&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes, we have 3 extra hours.&lt;br /&gt;and we went through electricity.&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't say i understood.&lt;br /&gt;neither could i say i didn't understand.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, things are like that when you study physics.&lt;br /&gt;and i forgot all about the test. :D&lt;br /&gt;if i pass, Jesus deserves all the praise.&lt;br /&gt;if i fail, qutub deserveas the blame.&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;COULOMB. not COLUMB, NOOOOOOOB!&lt;br /&gt;ohmyeff, i speel correct one leh!&lt;br /&gt;then qutub told me another spelling,&lt;br /&gt;then i was like, since qutub studied, i should trust him.&lt;br /&gt;BUT NO.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby bought me this ring and i like it. :D&lt;br /&gt;no engraving whatsoever, but i like it all the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;initially he said he was bringing me to sakae,&lt;br /&gt;but turns out he only had 9 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;so we gave that idea up.&lt;br /&gt;thought of watching a movie,&lt;br /&gt;but no movies are interesting enough.&lt;br /&gt;so we walked around causeway.&lt;br /&gt;and i saw that beautiful Beauty and the Beast puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;again.&lt;br /&gt;aww man, i wished i had it.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want i want i want i want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;)x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TODAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to Mount E. for an eye check.&lt;br /&gt;i maintained, but my brother needs glasses now,&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;now his N.S. will be affected.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i couldn't make it for service anymore,&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to go tmr.&lt;br /&gt;went to takashimaya with mum and bro,&lt;br /&gt;had takoyaki! so loved.&lt;br /&gt;then i bought a floral sundress from FOX,&lt;br /&gt;it's something like the Roxy, with pockets, a tube,&lt;br /&gt;but it's a rainforest-y kinda colours.&lt;br /&gt;green, red, beige, black, the works.&lt;br /&gt;makes me look 18. but i like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still want that roxy, arrrrrrrrrgh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315625220722247474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/ScTk-ZBBxzI/AAAAAAAAALs/KvPJfkEYebs/s320/Image030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laneige had this promotion going on,&lt;br /&gt;they were giving out apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315625207031882882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/ScTk9mA_ZII/AAAAAAAAALc/8mg100TodZg/s320/Image029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;my brother bough gundams. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315625210708958402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/ScTk9ztrHMI/AAAAAAAAALk/rOGtAb3cVpE/s320/Image034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i bought the Zaku for Baby. :D&lt;br /&gt;and the Gunner for myself.&lt;br /&gt;ya lah, i biased, i love myself more.&lt;br /&gt;Gunner 1/100, compared to 1/144 small hair Zaku right.&lt;br /&gt;but the pink was like,&lt;br /&gt;"joei, buy me! don't i look adorable! and it's Lunamaria! the silly fool who allies herself with that Rey and Shin. but i'm still pink! buy me, buy me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope Baby will like his Zaku, it's my 13th monthsary gift to you.&lt;br /&gt;whoa, i just realized we have been so long together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh well, all the better!&lt;br /&gt;i love my boyfriend. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&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/37951921-5779472874972648922?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/5779472874972648922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=5779472874972648922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/5779472874972648922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/5779472874972648922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2009/03/18th-march-wednesday.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/ScTZ5PGA6aI/AAAAAAAAALE/_YiO2pQAOrw/s72-c/Image015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-7618756223592513777</id><published>2009-03-17T11:28:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T12:17:09.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's time table:&lt;br /&gt;0800-0845-----add math&lt;br /&gt;0845-0930----- _&lt;br /&gt;0930-1015----- _&lt;br /&gt;1015-1045----- *SUPPOSEDLY, RECESS.*&lt;br /&gt;1045-1130-----chinese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see the two empty spots!&lt;br /&gt;2 hours of waiting for the next lesson, ohmyeff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here i am, at edsel's.&lt;br /&gt;while he runs back to school, for his chinese remedial,i told him, what's the point?&lt;br /&gt;you already missed 40mins of the 45min session.&lt;br /&gt;but he still wanted to, so... yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here i am, with adele and sher! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now sher got owned by adele by one percent in rockband,&lt;br /&gt;he was the drummer while she sang.&lt;br /&gt;so he switched career path.&lt;br /&gt;now he's going to be a guitarist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may the force be with you, sher! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i decided to sit here and update my blog while waiting for edsel to come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come back, edselllllll. what's taking so longgggggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should call him.&lt;br /&gt;wait. what's that suspicious black thing there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his phone is here. ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;): hurry babyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! edsel called me via charles phone.&lt;br /&gt;he's coming back! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i skipped chinese remedial, i'm feeling a little sick.&lt;br /&gt;and because nobody in the right mind will wait 2 hours for the next lesson, babe.&lt;br /&gt;sorry, miss liu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sher got owned again. xD&lt;br /&gt;the force ain't with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sher demands a rematch.&lt;br /&gt;now he's going strong.&lt;br /&gt;see the concentration on his face.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/Sb8dO8ubzoI/AAAAAAAAAIc/3WAMQyMr6GI/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/Sb8dO8ubzoI/AAAAAAAAAIc/3WAMQyMr6GI/s320/Image000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313998227976736386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/Sb8dPFQtPnI/AAAAAAAAAIk/3WU5-2b6wbw/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/Sb8dPFQtPnI/AAAAAAAAAIk/3WU5-2b6wbw/s320/Image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313998230267969138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/Sb8dPE58uwI/AAAAAAAAAIs/HyfIlY58als/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/Sb8dPE58uwI/AAAAAAAAAIs/HyfIlY58als/s320/Image002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313998230172515074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/Sb8d7Pb_9cI/AAAAAAAAAJU/x_mCpARl4fM/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/Sb8d7Pb_9cI/AAAAAAAAAJU/x_mCpARl4fM/s320/Image008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313998988913931714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see that jovyn and that mysterious guy i spotted from the window in crescent. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/Sb8dPdZ6KXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ns0HP5h5AMM/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/Sb8dPdZ6KXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ns0HP5h5AMM/s320/Image003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313998236749015410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/Sb8dPYH0lZI/AAAAAAAAAI8/jv0FMJ7yo00/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/Sb8dPYH0lZI/AAAAAAAAAI8/jv0FMJ7yo00/s320/Image004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313998235330975122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD HILARIOUS. jovyn, gotcha!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/Sb8d7ek1qmI/AAAAAAAAAJc/1a7ZNBKuF2A/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/Sb8d7ek1qmI/AAAAAAAAAJc/1a7ZNBKuF2A/s320/Image007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313998992977537634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is proof, of adele owning sherwin. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/Sb8fmujp83I/AAAAAAAAAJk/ICKnAk7UPJA/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/Sb8fmujp83I/AAAAAAAAAJk/ICKnAk7UPJA/s320/Image005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314000835513545586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;epic win. TIS' THE SEASON OF &lt;s&gt;GIVING&lt;/s&gt; EPIC.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/Sb8fmujp83I/AAAAAAAAAJk/ICKnAk7UPJA/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/Sb8d7FNJK0I/AAAAAAAAAJM/ikSW3ul4wgU/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/Sb8d7FNJK0I/AAAAAAAAAJM/ikSW3ul4wgU/s320/Image006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313998986167266114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so sher won once. out of so many tries! YAY FOR SHER!&lt;br /&gt;and it was because adele played the drums. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BABY's HOME!&lt;br /&gt;YAY. :D&lt;br /&gt;i found some old picture of us in the comp,&lt;br /&gt;shall i post them?&lt;br /&gt;think it's around... the first few weeks of our r/s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/Sb8hc1P_EOI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d2R3HXQsMXU/s320/DSC00017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314002864534655202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/Sb8hdJY-wsI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/_VAX9YruKXw/s1600-h/DSC00021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/Sb8hdJY-wsI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/_VAX9YruKXw/s320/DSC00021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314002869941093058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/Sb8hdZvaNlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/1R4Vod4kmc0/s1600-h/DSC00024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/Sb8hdZvaNlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/1R4Vod4kmc0/s320/DSC00024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314002874330134098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/Sb8hdnxFuPI/AAAAAAAAAKM/lnFuesTm5BQ/s1600-h/DSC00028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/Sb8hdnxFuPI/AAAAAAAAAKM/lnFuesTm5BQ/s320/DSC00028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314002878095276274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/Sb8hdcIC97I/AAAAAAAAAKE/bZSPfms9_xw/s1600-h/DSC00025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/Sb8hdcIC97I/AAAAAAAAAKE/bZSPfms9_xw/s320/DSC00025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314002874970339250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/Sb8iDRA8AvI/AAAAAAAAAKc/uA98pGIPF-U/s1600-h/DSC00044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/Sb8iDRA8AvI/AAAAAAAAAKc/uA98pGIPF-U/s320/DSC00044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314003524822762226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we look so different. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;judging by edsel's singing skills,&lt;br /&gt;he's singing beside me,&lt;br /&gt;he can join singapore idol.&lt;br /&gt;confirm first episode STAR. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta go do differentiation and vectors.&lt;br /&gt;as study for 'O' levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS IF. xD hell, i'm gonna slack all day,&lt;br /&gt;and maybe grab a carlsberg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-7618756223592513777?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/7618756223592513777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=7618756223592513777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/7618756223592513777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/7618756223592513777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2009/03/todays-time-table-0800-0845-add-math.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/Sb8dO8ubzoI/AAAAAAAAAIc/3WAMQyMr6GI/s72-c/Image000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-5898238418133429822</id><published>2009-03-16T20:34:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T21:10:57.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/Sb5OAcuz_JI/AAAAAAAAAHM/8tEyO-80A1w/s1600-h/Image214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313770379963268242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/Sb5OAcuz_JI/AAAAAAAAAHM/8tEyO-80A1w/s320/Image214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i'm going to post this picture for every post until i get the dress. &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;so buy me that dress, you nincompoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today was funny,&lt;br /&gt;had the social etiquette thing.&lt;br /&gt;wore something that made my boobs look big. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyhow, swensens was a bummer,&lt;br /&gt;but my company was just awesome! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313764222785038642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/Sb5IaDdIKTI/AAAAAAAAAF8/KCSatMz7MXU/s320/Image223.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313763945110908722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/Sb5IJ5CdLzI/AAAAAAAAAF0/J09WHqHXKWs/s320/Image222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ORANGE!:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313764768485749938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/Sb5I50WUNLI/AAAAAAAAAGE/TY6l3Wifw8g/s320/Image225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313765580695292546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/Sb5JpGEKSoI/AAAAAAAAAGM/JcT3dN77KwE/s320/Image227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Edsel: whoa, yours grew!&lt;br /&gt;Jovyn: i know! by one inch some more!&lt;br /&gt;Edsel: whoa, catching up with me alr!&lt;br /&gt;Jovyn: no lah, yours still owns mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313765742751775058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/Sb5Jyhxb-VI/AAAAAAAAAGU/e9lT4QoIlFo/s320/Image229.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313765896407310754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/Sb5J7eLxYaI/AAAAAAAAAGc/H59934yvemg/s320/Image232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313766098949075138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/Sb5KHQtfcMI/AAAAAAAAAGk/8b4JERvTA2k/s320/Image238.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313766353615921762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/Sb5KWFazImI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QS1ygAOFWcE/s320/Image250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;squirrels.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313770371572210210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/Sb5N_9eOmiI/AAAAAAAAAHE/CglKlbZ4uVI/s320/Image245.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;today after the social etiquette course, ed was being very bad.&lt;br /&gt;he made me cry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you know the jackie chan ad on the ba wang hair thing?&lt;br /&gt;my ass got &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ba-wang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;-ed, and the other chua appeared.&lt;br /&gt;then the other chua appeared,&lt;br /&gt;their timing like drana serial like that, super zhun. ohmyeff.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then ed sent me home, we laughed like kindergarten kids.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother is the most irritating git in the whole wide world, no one can beat him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-5898238418133429822?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/5898238418133429822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=5898238418133429822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/5898238418133429822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/5898238418133429822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2009/03/d-so-buy-me-that-dress-you-nincompoops.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/Sb5OAcuz_JI/AAAAAAAAAHM/8tEyO-80A1w/s72-c/Image214.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-2271491392738530226</id><published>2009-03-15T12:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T21:21:13.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ANDREW.&lt;br /&gt;see? this part of the post is for you.&lt;br /&gt;i know you'll be reading this,&lt;br /&gt;and so i shall tell you.&lt;br /&gt;i am not talking about you, sweetie.&lt;br /&gt;really really really.&lt;br /&gt;it'll be super immature of me to tell off anybody i don't know well, right?&lt;br /&gt;i mean, c'mon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i don't even know your favourite colour. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, really really really, i am not flaming you.&lt;br /&gt;oooookay?&lt;br /&gt;are we cool now? cos i think you were thinking too much lah.&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i can do differentiation now. WOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;vectors are another thing.&lt;br /&gt;okay, talk to you soon, pal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313271970858439650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SbyItOIOk-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/hs2EcivE3ZQ/s320/Image214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see how chio i look in that dress! ain't it a sin to put that dress away from joei? ain't it? AIN"T IT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;aiyo, i want that dress, but i'm broke. D:&lt;br /&gt;but you're always free to buy it for me. :D&lt;br /&gt;it's 75 bucks only, from all roxy outlets in singapore.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;because it's almost a sin to separate that dress from joei. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;remember ah! $75, Roxy outlets. see? two things to remember only!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alternatively, you can always call me out and buy that dress for me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313273055751326322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SbyJsXq2SnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/vw4Sjp7MEDQ/s320/Image215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or the black one also can. i like both colours.&lt;br /&gt;AIYAH I WANT IT LAHHHHHHHSSSSSSSSSS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;disney on ice, 13th march.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the show was good, but it'll be better if BELLE HAD MORE SCREEN TIME.&lt;br /&gt;): Beast didn't even turn up!&lt;br /&gt;my favourite disney princess didn't even sing TALE AS OLD AS TIME.&lt;br /&gt;): ): ): or that golden dress.&lt;br /&gt;all the screen time went ot ARIEL.&lt;br /&gt;and brenda, who is the number one fan of Ariel, was super high while i sank in my seat because belle's time finished so fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313773150301110194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/Sb5QhtC0v7I/AAAAAAAAAHU/BzZ1D2VYHrE/s320/Image129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313773585878140594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/Sb5Q7DsexrI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hba60UQdgMU/s320/Image192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313773581922746002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/Sb5Q609cPpI/AAAAAAAAAIM/AhdAwWdSeog/s320/Image148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313773582551801618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/Sb5Q63Ta3xI/AAAAAAAAAIE/iI5NyJoBa5I/s320/Image143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313773570017894274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/Sb5Q6InGn4I/AAAAAAAAAH8/N0kLiirSyk0/s320/Image136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313773163487425618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/Sb5QieKr9FI/AAAAAAAAAH0/1nkZlP-68Vk/s320/Image135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313773157467570834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/Sb5QiHvcQpI/AAAAAAAAAHc/bZi2sAurbBI/s320/Image131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313773157328836514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/Sb5QiHOXV6I/AAAAAAAAAHs/cLg0HVJ8gJI/s320/Image134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313773159460123138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/Sb5QiPKgMgI/AAAAAAAAAHk/_vhkbZsibcg/s320/Image132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but ed bought me cotton candy, YAY.&lt;br /&gt;:D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i recently read a book, and i'm in love wih Dr. Axel Dean. best love-maker. at least, the author made him. he totally gave that Libby girl at least 3 orgams in each encounter. bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Axel Dean, fuck me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/37951921-2271491392738530226?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/2271491392738530226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=2271491392738530226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/2271491392738530226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/2271491392738530226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2009/03/andrew.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SbyItOIOk-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/hs2EcivE3ZQ/s72-c/Image214.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-3128859708823757878</id><published>2009-03-11T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T22:26:50.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;my first post of march. wow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;silly kid, i don't like you.&lt;br /&gt;you think you're psychic, oh, don't make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;you're despicable.&lt;br /&gt;people aren't dolls for you to play with when you're bored.&lt;br /&gt;oh, but you DO like playing with dolls, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;you probably enjoy ripping their heads off!&lt;br /&gt;wait. you might even rip their heads off, &lt;em&gt;then eat their plastic polyester heads.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huh, i don't really care about you,&lt;br /&gt;and the sad thing is you think people care about you.&lt;br /&gt;well actually, you kinda made these people, in a way?&lt;br /&gt;wake up, kid!&lt;br /&gt;one day these people are gonna grow up,&lt;br /&gt;and reflect onto this time,&lt;br /&gt;and laugh at their own immaturity for satisfying your every whimp.&lt;br /&gt;but anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;i guess you're doing these people a favour.&lt;br /&gt;they'll get to experience this while they're still young at 16,&lt;br /&gt;rather than going through this when they're 26 or something.&lt;br /&gt;thank you, i guess? *eyeroll*&lt;br /&gt;so... shut your trap the next time i see you.&lt;br /&gt;because i probably won't breathe a word to you, ever.&lt;br /&gt;(: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay, so school has been a wreck.&lt;br /&gt;i don't understand vectors, and the what, rate of change.&lt;br /&gt;but on the up side, i can do simple differentiation now! weewoowee.&lt;br /&gt;and i still can't do matrix multiplication.&lt;br /&gt;but on the up side, i love chemistry! weewoowee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;aiya! go to school at 7am for 10 years just to sit for this paper you know!&lt;br /&gt;might as well give it your best shot right.&lt;br /&gt;and it's 370 bucks. my mum wants me to sponsor myself, YAY.&lt;br /&gt;quote from my mum,&lt;br /&gt;"so that you'll study harder cos if you owned it, you get a future of your choice. if you flunk it, there goes your first choice future AND $370 worth of shopping money."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wait. change that shopping money to CANDY."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;she got me at the shopping, she double got me at the candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-3128859708823757878?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/3128859708823757878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=3128859708823757878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/3128859708823757878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/3128859708823757878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-first-post-of-march.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-9023923339343231819</id><published>2009-02-27T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T21:13:00.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cos your words don't translate&lt;br /&gt;and it's getting quite late&lt;br /&gt;so please don't stay in touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lily Allen-Fuck You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even in this recession period,&lt;br /&gt;i have a job.&lt;br /&gt;as the card dealer in daidi. -.-&lt;br /&gt;honestly, is it normal to lose so many rounds of  daidi?&lt;br /&gt;omgzzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;considering i lost with 3 di-s before, i guess it's credible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday's chem paper, i will own it till all the hair drop.&lt;br /&gt;i got owned by e-math,&lt;br /&gt;a-math and english. and chinese.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm super happy with my geography,&lt;br /&gt;i literally jumped!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;and i attacked jialin. sorry, laogong, i was too happy. :x&lt;br /&gt;i only got owned by mintun by a mark.&lt;br /&gt;see my brillance? WOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come to think of it, i can do better, but still, i'm happyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;weee. :D&lt;br /&gt;i gotta practice, practice and practice e and a math, physics.&lt;br /&gt;and start reading and using mandarin,&lt;br /&gt;and improve memory. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't see why my bitches got so low for english,&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i don't see why.&lt;br /&gt;i bet you will never be able to do better, you transsexual witch. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;your point of view is medieval.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i don't like you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-9023923339343231819?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/9023923339343231819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=9023923339343231819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/9023923339343231819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/9023923339343231819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2009/02/cos-your-words-dont-translate-and-its.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-4969519181034852216</id><published>2009-02-21T13:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T13:25:19.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;you said move on&lt;br /&gt;where do i go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Katy Perry-Thinking Of You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yesterday was _____.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-4969519181034852216?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/4969519181034852216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=4969519181034852216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/4969519181034852216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/4969519181034852216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-said-move-on-where-do-i-go-katy.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-6172287781937386542</id><published>2009-02-17T19:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T19:42:04.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what i feel in my heart&lt;br /&gt;what i feel more each way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tu"Amor- RBD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brenda's undate inspired me too update too. :D&lt;br /&gt;short one though, ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my valentine's was a suuuuuper sucky one.&lt;br /&gt;at first it started out well.&lt;br /&gt;nice dress. check.&lt;br /&gt;gave edsel's cookies to him as a v.day gift. check.&lt;br /&gt;he liked it. check.&lt;br /&gt;headed to jp. check.&lt;br /&gt;jp was good. check.&lt;br /&gt;had haagen daz. check.&lt;br /&gt;not late for service. check.&lt;br /&gt;good service. check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see? it started out reallt good. and then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boyfy decided to have ichiban. check.&lt;br /&gt;queued up for ichiban. check.&lt;br /&gt;queued for more than an hour. check.&lt;br /&gt;got pissed. (me, not him.) check.&lt;br /&gt;sat to order. check.&lt;br /&gt;realized they didn't have my favourite curry udon on V. Day. check.&lt;br /&gt;swored at ichiban management. check.&lt;br /&gt;sulked and grabbed a random plate on the conveyor. check.&lt;br /&gt;unknowingly took something i didn't like and took a bite in it. check.&lt;br /&gt;realized cannot put back or return. check.&lt;br /&gt;sulked. check.&lt;br /&gt;ordered some silly dish for edsel. check.&lt;br /&gt;order wasn't conveyd to cook. check.&lt;br /&gt;decided to cancel order. unchecked.&lt;br /&gt;before cancelling, that stupid manager told us she'll go to the kitchen and check if it's ready. i was like NO, YOU'RE NOT GOING TO HELP YOUR COMRADE STALL TIME FOR MY ORDER. but she managed to pique one up and placed it on the table.&lt;br /&gt;swored. checked.&lt;br /&gt;stabbed my salmon, and realized they gave me salmon fats, not salmon meat. checked.&lt;br /&gt;swored. checked.&lt;br /&gt;swallowed the rest of the meal without tasting. checked.&lt;br /&gt;had two glasses of iced water. (which were probably the reason why i felt full.) checked.&lt;br /&gt;left that place. checked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah biang eh. curse v.day. nothing turns out right.&lt;br /&gt;and at the end of the day, my parents went to swensens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHMYYAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yadda yadda, at least it's with edsel, yadda yadda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't buy anything the WHOLE day,&lt;br /&gt;saw so many things i liked but my wallet begs to differ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay yay yay yay yay yay.&lt;br /&gt;not your fault, edsel. it's ichiban's fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss ezekiel hoe. ):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-6172287781937386542?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/6172287781937386542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=6172287781937386542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/6172287781937386542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/6172287781937386542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-i-feel-in-my-heart-what-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-7325336983998074336</id><published>2009-02-09T18:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T19:23:23.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i sat and wondered one day.&lt;br /&gt;when did you, my friend, went away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've begun to reminisce the past.&lt;br /&gt;we were the best of friends.&lt;br /&gt;we used to hang out so often.&lt;br /&gt;you were part of everything i did,&lt;br /&gt;everything i was doing&lt;br /&gt;everything i was about to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could spend my night at your block,&lt;br /&gt;just to talk to you,&lt;br /&gt;to make you feel better.&lt;br /&gt;my arms always offered a warm embrace&lt;br /&gt;just to lighten up your load.&lt;br /&gt;my phone is there 24/7,&lt;br /&gt;just to attend to your every call and text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure, i don't reply immediately.&lt;br /&gt;i don't return calls often.&lt;br /&gt;i throw little princess tantrums.&lt;br /&gt;i get mad at you for every little thing you do.&lt;br /&gt;i get annoyed, irritated, frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but after a few days,&lt;br /&gt;i get over it and laugh at my selfish thinking.&lt;br /&gt;i realize my mistakes and i'll be okay.&lt;br /&gt;you're usually the first &lt;em&gt;few&lt;/em&gt; go to whenever i need a friend,&lt;br /&gt;whenever i wanna hang out&lt;br /&gt;whenever i wanna cry to&lt;br /&gt;whenever i wanna laugh it out&lt;br /&gt;whenever i wanna spend time with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd call you every hour just to know what you're doing,&lt;br /&gt;but i figured you'd be irked at that.&lt;br /&gt;besides, you also have other friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'd call me before my service.&lt;br /&gt;you'd call me every other night.&lt;br /&gt;you'd text me, i don't care if it's mass spam.&lt;br /&gt;you'd care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think we're the only two people in the world who can fight over sweets, and who gets the better flavour and the better chew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you shower me with more gifts than anybody else.&lt;br /&gt;no just teddies, but love, understanding, patience, laughter, comfort, joy, peace, and many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how could i possibly list all the words that describes you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qutub, i miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-7325336983998074336?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/7325336983998074336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=7325336983998074336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/7325336983998074336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/7325336983998074336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-sat-and-wondered-one-day.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-1223792518246084140</id><published>2009-02-08T13:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T14:08:53.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;when i'm with him i am&lt;br /&gt;thinking of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thinking of You-Katy Perry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;first post of february.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i almost forgot how to spell february.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking of you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-1223792518246084140?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/1223792518246084140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=1223792518246084140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/1223792518246084140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/1223792518246084140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-im-with-him-i-am-thinking-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-5661639315513272664</id><published>2009-01-31T18:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T13:52:43.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it kinda hurts when the kind of words you cry&lt;br /&gt;kinda turn themselves into knives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Beautiful Mess-Jason Mraz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm kinda getting sick to the way my friends treat edsel.&lt;br /&gt;sure. he's not some samaritan.&lt;br /&gt;but he deserves some form of respect, doesn't he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't hurt his feelings lah, can?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-5661639315513272664?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/5661639315513272664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=5661639315513272664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/5661639315513272664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/5661639315513272664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-kinda-hurts-when-kinda-words-you-say.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-3549352443937614072</id><published>2009-01-27T10:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T10:41:09.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life's like a novel&lt;br /&gt;with the end ripped out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rascal Flatts- Stand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new year was.... &lt;em&gt;gooooood&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;it was so good, it went boring. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been re-playing my FF7! :D&lt;br /&gt;and now my Zack is at Nibelheim and death shall come upon him. ):&lt;br /&gt;i remember how reluctant i was to leave for Nibelhiem.&lt;br /&gt;i stayed at Shinra SOLDIER floor for like, a week.&lt;br /&gt;spending my time gathering materials to make Aerith her flower wagonsssss.&lt;br /&gt;notice the plural from of wgonsssss. :D&lt;br /&gt;cos i managed to built the final third wagon! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, Zack is going to die.&lt;br /&gt;and Cloud ain't gonna do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;he is too busy being addicted to mako.&lt;br /&gt;and Tifa too busy hating Shinra.&lt;br /&gt;and Cissnei failing to bring Zack back alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zack left Gongaga for Banora,&lt;br /&gt;where he will die. ):&lt;br /&gt;or at least, where he will soon die. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna play anymore. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;might start replyaing Loco Roco! :D&lt;br /&gt;that's a cheery game, HA. :D&lt;br /&gt;or... any game suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;studying can wait till.... feb. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;babylove haven't texted. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-3549352443937614072?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/3549352443937614072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=3549352443937614072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/3549352443937614072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/3549352443937614072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2009/01/lifes-like-novel-with-end-ripped-out.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-5165679539149425021</id><published>2009-01-24T10:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T12:12:45.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>can't let the music stop, can't let this feeling end&lt;br /&gt;cause if i do it, it'll all be over, i'll never see you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Touch My Hand-David Archuleta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello, hello.&lt;br /&gt;so long since i've posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got a confession to make.&lt;br /&gt;i'm scared of old people.&lt;br /&gt;okay lah, not really scared in a sense,&lt;br /&gt;but more of shy.&lt;br /&gt;because they look so fragile, like if i touch them they'll &lt;em&gt;shatter into pieces&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and adele told me about the living dead and it freaked me urthur.&lt;br /&gt;only, i'm happy cheryl's with me. :D&lt;br /&gt;cheryl is like, my big sister! only technically i'm older.&lt;br /&gt;i love you, cheryl! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the sudden thought of cheryl reminds me of brenda, idk why.&lt;br /&gt;i love hanging out with brenda!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;not only because of those sily things that she likes to do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that retarded girl can do anything&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but she's a real fun person to be with okay!&lt;br /&gt;and she and me &lt;em&gt;really really&lt;/em&gt; click.&lt;br /&gt;we're clicked with permanant bitchy bonds!&lt;br /&gt;i love you, brenda! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and there's adeleeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;my best friend since &lt;strong&gt;forever&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i tell her everything.&lt;br /&gt;i mean,&lt;em&gt; everything&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and she never fails to cheer me up!&lt;br /&gt;just, you can't go to orders with her,&lt;br /&gt;you might never get out alive.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and out hobby is bitching.&lt;br /&gt;i love you, adele! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIIIIIIINAHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;i'e only got to really spend time with dinah this year,&lt;br /&gt;and it's already rocking.&lt;br /&gt;she's always sprouting all these new ideas!&lt;br /&gt;and her super ironic punchlines.&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;i love you, dinah! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and and qutub.&lt;br /&gt;he's my best male friend, to date.&lt;br /&gt;he's a damn good person to be with!&lt;br /&gt;i trust every problem to him,&lt;br /&gt;and it nevers fails to be solved.&lt;br /&gt;and it's impossible to feel sad around him!&lt;br /&gt;i still owe him a pencil case, ha.&lt;br /&gt;qutub, you're loved! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wilson choo,&lt;br /&gt;equals pure entertainment king.&lt;br /&gt;every word he says is funny!&lt;br /&gt;the ROFL kind,&lt;br /&gt;the LMAO kind.&lt;br /&gt;quick note to self-- qutub + wilson + daidi,&lt;br /&gt;chaos.&lt;br /&gt;wilson, you're loved! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's bring sexyback with his eye(s).&lt;br /&gt;they call him Jo,&lt;br /&gt;they call him Vyn Neo!&lt;br /&gt;they're all the same.&lt;br /&gt;jovyn aka hot babe.&lt;br /&gt;very gullible, and very trustworthy.&lt;br /&gt;or at least, to me.&lt;br /&gt;you can depend on him for stuff, and he'll not disappoint you!&lt;br /&gt;jovyn, you're loved! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha galton!&lt;br /&gt;"joei, what is turned on ah?"&lt;br /&gt;*smiles with famous buck teeth*&lt;br /&gt;he's the most innocent one lah.&lt;br /&gt;hahas, and probably the only one who ever does his homeowrk on time.&lt;br /&gt;i promised to explain the meaning of "turned on" when he turns 18.&lt;br /&gt;galton, yu're loved! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and edsel, obviously loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas, what made me type out all THAT?&lt;br /&gt;so sentimental suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;okay, gotta go prepare of service.&lt;br /&gt;i missed church so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-5165679539149425021?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/5165679539149425021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=5165679539149425021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/5165679539149425021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/5165679539149425021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2009/01/cant-let-music-stop-cant-let-this.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-5662081251536855357</id><published>2009-01-14T13:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T14:11:47.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hope you find God's grace in every mistake&lt;br /&gt;and you give more than you take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rascal Flatts, My Wish.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly thought of you all of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;yea, thats the song i'm dedicating to you.&lt;br /&gt;been a while since i saw you.&lt;br /&gt;been a while since i talked to you.&lt;br /&gt;bee a while since i heard about you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pal. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-5662081251536855357?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/5662081251536855357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=5662081251536855357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/5662081251536855357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/5662081251536855357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-you-left-i-lost-part-of-me-its.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-7872351943015149168</id><published>2009-01-02T20:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T20:39:57.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>moving at the speed of light into eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forever, Chris Brown.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;met ed at admiralty at 6.30am,&lt;br /&gt;but i reached at 6.47am.&lt;br /&gt;sorry, ha!&lt;br /&gt;then we walked to school, like what we always do. (:&lt;br /&gt;kinda missed it,&lt;br /&gt;but the isckening realization that i'm graduating sucks.not because i super love my school.&lt;br /&gt;it's cos i super love all my pals.&lt;br /&gt;they make me kinda sad that it's the last year alr,&lt;br /&gt;but we'll still keep in contact de lah!&lt;br /&gt;i promise. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, lots of teachers changed.&lt;br /&gt;but mostly, i'm confortable with those that are assigned to &lt;s&gt;3e1&lt;/s&gt; 4e1.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm confortable with the people around me,&lt;br /&gt;i'm confortable with mostly everything.&lt;br /&gt;i'm 16 this year,&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;err, the only thing i'm no comfortable with is probably homework.&lt;br /&gt;all the jianbao zhouji, sian.&lt;br /&gt;but 5 months later i wanna burn my chinese textbook.&lt;br /&gt;so.. i'm going to love chinese!&lt;br /&gt;chinese A2, no less. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehh, normal stuff at school i guess.&lt;br /&gt;and i don't have trouble writing 2009 instead of 2008,&lt;br /&gt;and i consider that an accomplishment, HAH!&lt;br /&gt;*points at people who correct the 8 in 2008 to a 9 with correction pens and laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want my single digit point in my O levels,&lt;br /&gt;i want my Tourism and Resort Management course in TP.&lt;br /&gt;i will work hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just hope this motivation lasts till October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just hope i will really work hard, this time, and not end up like my PSLE with only a lousy stinking score of 220.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-7872351943015149168?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/7872351943015149168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=7872351943015149168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/7872351943015149168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/7872351943015149168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2009/01/moving-at-speed-of-light-into-eternity.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-1963360227328854678</id><published>2008-12-31T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T00:05:42.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;kiss her but her eyes don't close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's Over, Jesse McCartney.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;wah biang eh. there goes my holiday lor.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't touched any books, ha!&lt;br /&gt;i'm so dead when school reopens.&lt;br /&gt;i have this problem.&lt;br /&gt;i know there's pressure,&lt;br /&gt;i'm in the stress,&lt;br /&gt;but i won't do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;i can keep telling myself,&lt;br /&gt;DARLING JOEI, O LEVEL, AND O LEVEL IS GOT HAIR ONE.&lt;br /&gt;and i will still sit there waiting for my psp to be fully charged so i can have another round of loco roco. (loco roco is awesome. you really should tyr. :D)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;DARLING JOEI, YOU ARE FAT, AND YOU ARE GROWING FATTER.&lt;br /&gt;and i will still continue sitting there, watching MTV and HBO, eating a whole tub of ice cream.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i need therapy.&lt;br /&gt;somehow, i know this is an illness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i shall study.&lt;br /&gt;tmr i shall study.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;bullshit, i'd probably be killing Mojya creatures.&lt;br /&gt;or eating ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;or both.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;rahhh. i MUST find a way to get motivated!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*puts indes fingers on temples of forehead*&lt;br /&gt;*concentrates*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*a scene appears from a fog. it's the school hall. looks around. spots class 3E1.&lt;br /&gt;walks and sits down. hears a tear. realizes blouse is torn. realizes flabby arms. five spare tyres around &lt;s&gt;waist&lt;/s&gt; abdomen. snubby fingers. elephant thighs with ten thousand layers of cellulite. ten thousand chins. hears a snap. realizes buttons on school blouse are snapping. panicks. turns and runs to toilet. notices jumps of students and deafening thomps and vibrations on the floor with every step of foot. realizes tables shaking nd students flying in the air. decides to stop running. decides to settle down with 3E1. realizes absence of friends. realizes 3E1 not 3E1 alr. is 4E1. principal gives speech. realizes it is O level results collection. wait nervously for name. hears name. stands up. classmates nearby shudders. tries to tip toe to teacher to prevent earthquake. along the way, sees classmates laughing and crying tears of joy. takes result from teacher. hopes to go to JC. prays. sees results. L1R5, 47. screams. at the same time uniform snaps. then bra snaps.*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay now i'm really really reeeeeeeally motivated.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;happy new year, everyone. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-1963360227328854678?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/1963360227328854678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=1963360227328854678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/1963360227328854678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/1963360227328854678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2008/12/kiss-her-but-her-eyes-dont-close.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-4113713886066994236</id><published>2008-12-28T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T23:59:08.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;that was when i ruled the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coldplay, Viva la Vida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;was browsing through random blogs and 50% of these random blogs involve BGRs.&lt;br /&gt;or, being attached.&lt;br /&gt;then the WANTS/WISHLIST list always has this, i don't know why:&lt;br /&gt;"together forever".&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;"tgt wid miie bbaby 4eva"&lt;br /&gt;whatever language lah, meaning same can alr.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and i laughed at these statements,&lt;br /&gt;before i suddenly suddenly realize (like a revelation, woo.)&lt;br /&gt;i was in one too.&lt;br /&gt;o_o&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i totally stopped laughing and reflected.&lt;br /&gt;ON THE SPOT.&lt;br /&gt;there i was sitting, staring at the computer.&lt;br /&gt;reflecting.&lt;br /&gt;for like, 15mins.&lt;br /&gt;i was all, what was i thinking?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;forever is a long time.&lt;br /&gt;and what, you plan to spend the rest of your life with someone you met when you're, what, 15?&lt;br /&gt;average human life span-80.&lt;br /&gt;80-15=65.&lt;br /&gt;65 years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i just realized what kind of topic i'm entering and what a whirlwind i'll cause so i shall stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i shall stop and behave like those i just randomblog-ed.&lt;br /&gt;because i am 15, and i can act immature and believe in fairytales and "forever' and "happily ever after". because i am still 15, i am not an adult, i can stil act like that.&lt;br /&gt;so,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I LOVE MY BOYFRIEND,&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO BE WITH HIM FOREVER!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;self note: never ever let chua edsel ron near this. never.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-4113713886066994236?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/4113713886066994236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=4113713886066994236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/4113713886066994236'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;&lt;p&gt;twilight was kinda of a disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;it didn't really followed the story line... but what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;it was the first time he ever paid for my ticket anyway,&lt;br /&gt;so i should be glad.&lt;br /&gt;i had to pay for popcorn and soda, hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;andthis is why my boyfriend is love; he teaches me to be independent.&lt;br /&gt;and that i shouldn't rely on him for money.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;because he doesn't have any! ha ha!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;but that robert is darn cute.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;yesterday, went out with the group, to sentosa!&lt;br /&gt;uber funnnnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;met ed and went to admiralty to meet them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i had to pay for breakfast, ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;met qutub, wilson, jovyn, brenda and cheryl, all dearly loved.&lt;br /&gt;then we all headed to meet adele.&lt;br /&gt;train-ed to harbourfront.&lt;br /&gt;vivo to take the monorail,&lt;br /&gt;but then we had to wait for jason and dinah.&lt;br /&gt;so we walked around the place, and had lunch together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i need to pay him back half the lunch money! ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;curse jason, we waited so long for him,&lt;br /&gt;till it drizzled!&lt;br /&gt;but anyhow, jason finally arrived and we all got into the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i had to pay for my own ticket! ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;sentosa changed loads baby.&lt;br /&gt;and it was jovyn's first time!&lt;br /&gt;he was so excited, hahas.&lt;br /&gt;i'm serious. o_o&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;we picked a spot to settle down on the sand and qutub rushed into the water.&lt;br /&gt;silly kid. xD&lt;br /&gt;i have to admit, the water was tempting.&lt;br /&gt;the weather was so hot,&lt;br /&gt;and the water so cool.&lt;br /&gt;and i had extra clothes.&lt;br /&gt;but my dad didn't want me in the water,&lt;br /&gt;so i didn't.&lt;br /&gt;see? i love my dad.&lt;br /&gt;*gives daddy a hug*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;actually, when you're at sentosa you're hlf enjoying yourself.&lt;br /&gt;the other half is destroyed in the process because you realized that everything you see is, well,&lt;br /&gt;MAN MADE.&lt;br /&gt;sand--man made.&lt;br /&gt;water--man made.&lt;br /&gt;palm trees--man made.&lt;br /&gt;rocks--man made.&lt;br /&gt;sea shells--comes with the sand, so man made.&lt;br /&gt;tropical music--played through speakers, which deduces to:&lt;br /&gt;speakers: man made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there.&lt;br /&gt;and the waves?&lt;br /&gt;you're lucky if you get 10cm every 6 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;high tide slightly better.&lt;br /&gt;10.5cm in 5.9 seconds.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;but the water was at least 15 degrees lower than outside airrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking they made heaters around the beach to make it hot so it will also be man made. o_o&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;jovyn didn't want to get into the water.&lt;br /&gt;must be personal reasons. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;dinah came soon after,&lt;br /&gt;and brought the MATS.&lt;br /&gt;finally, a decent place to put our belongings, ha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;time flies real quick, it was 6 already.&lt;br /&gt;so we all packed to look for a place to wash up.&lt;br /&gt;burger king for dinner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah, i damned sian, the rest i don't feel like posting anymore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;photos will be up when someone decides to send me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-6690948063122797455?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/6690948063122797455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=6690948063122797455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/6690948063122797455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/6690948063122797455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2008/12/suddenly-my-life-doesnt-seem-such-waste.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-6047667606262385477</id><published>2008-12-13T21:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T23:41:20.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i never saw it coming&lt;br /&gt;i should've started running&lt;br /&gt;a long long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Over You, Daughtry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really need to start studying, but for some reason i am not.&lt;br /&gt;yet, i hope. *gulp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately, i have been seeing alot of schoo dropouts.&lt;br /&gt;somehow i think there is a certain connection. o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh i'm so addicted to Babylove by Nicole Scherzinger.&lt;br /&gt;old song, but what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we so in love, la la la la.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-6047667606262385477?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/6047667606262385477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=6047667606262385477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/6047667606262385477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/6047667606262385477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-never-saw-it-coming-i-shouldve.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-3711255506391731777</id><published>2008-12-11T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:37:55.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;edsel come hoooooome.&lt;br /&gt;(say it in the E.T. accent and imagine edsel saying it with a swelled up lighted finger. it's kinda funny.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i've got something to confess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;my homework is at 0% completion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;not that i don't wanna do, it's because i really cannot find.&lt;br /&gt;and it's also not because i made zero effort to look for it, okay?&lt;br /&gt;*points at the compass, room map and other navigation and orientation apparatus*&lt;br /&gt;and i'm so low on cash!&lt;br /&gt;but it's fine now, my cash cow is home.&lt;br /&gt;*nudges edsel*&lt;br /&gt;not like... he is willing to spend anything on me.&lt;br /&gt;the most expensive thing he ever bought for me is....&lt;br /&gt;*thinks really hard*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, i'm glad he's home!&lt;br /&gt;*hugs*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;today is practically borng, and normal,&lt;br /&gt;only i watched this really scary movie.&lt;br /&gt;something glasd wall, the good mother.&lt;br /&gt;really scary!&lt;br /&gt;and i watched it alone,&lt;br /&gt;cos my brother was still asleep.&lt;br /&gt;curse HBO.&lt;br /&gt;actually, curse the storyline.&lt;br /&gt;makes you want to know what happens next.&lt;br /&gt;why didn't i switch the channel?&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm&lt;strong&gt; so&lt;/strong&gt; gonna watch twilight.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WOOO! i know where &lt;s&gt;all&lt;/s&gt; some of my missing textbooks are!&lt;br /&gt;i love my beebee sooooo much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-3711255506391731777?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/3711255506391731777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=3711255506391731777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/3711255506391731777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/3711255506391731777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2008/12/edsel-come-hoooooome.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-8110867995967760918</id><published>2008-12-09T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:02:22.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh, i really really need a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi, hello, hey.&lt;br /&gt;my bee's gonna be home in a few days.&lt;br /&gt;WOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been slacking for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;because, i don't have a job.&lt;br /&gt;but it's okay, ezekiel said i shouldn't give up,&lt;br /&gt;so now i'm still sitting by the phone, waiting for a call.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my god this is not working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine, i shall do my homework.&lt;br /&gt;i do not need a job.&lt;br /&gt;all i need to do is to get a single digit pointer in O' levels.&lt;br /&gt;which will not be attained with a job,&lt;br /&gt;i shall not keep worrying about a job,&lt;br /&gt;gettin a job is second priority.&lt;br /&gt;i shall hit the books.&lt;br /&gt;maths first, since i can only find my maths, chem and phy textbooks,&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the textbooks are fugitives of the kingdom of Joeiland.&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;i shall hit the books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what in the blue hell is a quadratic formula?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-8110867995967760918?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-1631931675355492526</id><published>2008-12-03T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T23:17:27.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i miss beebeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-1631931675355492526?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/1631931675355492526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=1631931675355492526' title='0 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh my god, today was such a hilarious day.&lt;br /&gt;i made a self-note today,&lt;br /&gt;and that is to &lt;strong&gt;go out with brenda more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;today was my job interview at Oosh! restaurant,&lt;br /&gt;and brenda, being &lt;s&gt;kaypoh&lt;/s&gt; sweet, accompanied me. :D&lt;br /&gt;so we train-ed to Orchard.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;first, brenda was telling me the art of seat-aiming in the MRT.&lt;br /&gt;this one not funny yet. later got some more.&lt;br /&gt;brenda got trapped by people man.&lt;br /&gt;here, a drawing will explain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275569071946684978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/STaWHqlrWjI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KCuRphJGpyQ/s320/BRENDA+xD.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;B- Brenda&lt;br /&gt;J- Joei&lt;br /&gt;A- Auntie, asking me how to go bugis, completely oblivious she's trapping brenda.&lt;br /&gt;1, 2, 3- friends, chatting, completely oblivious they're trapping brenda.&lt;br /&gt;PS- Priority Seat&lt;br /&gt;Green Seats- all occupied.&lt;br /&gt;blue rectangle- train doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people just dunno how to move away from the door.&lt;br /&gt;therefore, trapping brenda.&lt;br /&gt;cannot stop laughing man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so, we reached Orchard.&lt;br /&gt;naturally, when you are at Orchard, you will go buy takoyaki. :D&lt;br /&gt;so we went to get some.&lt;br /&gt;at the takoyaki stall,&lt;br /&gt;there's this red barrier foryou to queue in, right?&lt;br /&gt;guess what that dumb girl did.&lt;br /&gt;'joei, queue up!" and she went outside the red banner.&lt;br /&gt;then she realize i was already queuing and was queuing inside the red barrier,&lt;br /&gt;which is the correct queue line.&lt;br /&gt;so she paiseh paiseh turn around and walked behind me.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh, and on the way, we went into Kalms' and see see. :D&lt;br /&gt;there got pretty pretty stuff man! SO LOVE THE ANGELS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, we went back to the MRT station to go to another exit, cos there's a bus stop there that will lead me to my potential workplace. :D&lt;br /&gt;and i had to put brenda's orange julius into my bag, in case she gets a fine.&lt;br /&gt;see what a great friend i am.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so we took the bus and began talking about the hong kong chicken thing.&lt;br /&gt;and we taked so much till we missed the bus stop where we're supposed to alight.&lt;br /&gt;we alighted&lt;strong&gt; 5 bus stops after the stop we're supposed to alight&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and we dropped on the private estates there.&lt;br /&gt;with many rich people's bungalows.&lt;br /&gt;and condominiums.&lt;br /&gt;so we WALKED BACK. on our 2 feet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then in front of us, there's this ang moh guy.&lt;br /&gt;looks kinda cute. :D *blushes*&lt;br /&gt;and he walked like, super fast.&lt;br /&gt;and we, being LOST, dunno what to do.&lt;br /&gt;then brenda wanted to walk faster to catch up with him.&lt;br /&gt;and act kelian so he can give us money to get to Oosh!.&lt;br /&gt;i looked at her like. =_=&lt;br /&gt;but she was still not convinced that it is a stupid plan after the way i looked at her.&lt;br /&gt;"joei! go seduce that guy! go! quick! before he walk too far!"&lt;br /&gt;"what seduce? you go lah!"&lt;br /&gt;"if he alights here, he sure got money one! GO!"&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, brenda tends to go cuckoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i ignored her and continued walking.&lt;br /&gt;we had to cross a few roads.&lt;br /&gt;and the roads take very long for the green man to appear.&lt;br /&gt;so brenda was like,&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;aiya, no car will come bang us down one&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;and then, as if it were irony,&lt;br /&gt;cars zoom past her after she stopped talking.&lt;br /&gt;many, cars.&lt;br /&gt;even a lorry.&lt;br /&gt;and a van.&lt;br /&gt;wait. 2 vans. i dunno.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;next time when brenda says it's okay to cross a red man, DON'T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and after a very very very very very very long walk,&lt;br /&gt;we reached! :D&lt;br /&gt;*cheers*&lt;br /&gt;and i had my interview and blah.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;i'm uber positive i'm gonna get employed!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;i wanna thank the Lord for blessing me with a job.&lt;br /&gt;i love Jesus! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;then brenda got her interview too.&lt;br /&gt;it's strange the way brenda gets some goodies whenever she goes out with me.&lt;br /&gt;i am always the one who go search for the job/dance class,&lt;br /&gt;and serch for MONTHS,&lt;br /&gt;and she simply tags along.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;lucky bitch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;okay, now come to think of it, i hate brenda yap.&lt;br /&gt;grrr. *does the clawed hands at brenda*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;then i suggested o watch a movie,&lt;br /&gt;and we called adele and claudia but they both can't come. D:&lt;br /&gt;so we went back to causeway and watched madagascar 2.&lt;br /&gt;very nice movie!&lt;br /&gt;at least, i like it. hah.&lt;br /&gt;then we just went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;oh, i suddenly remember.&lt;br /&gt;that bitch brenda is getting her paycheck on friday.&lt;br /&gt;and she's going to be richer than me.&lt;br /&gt;and the worse thing is,&lt;br /&gt;i am going to accompany her go there and SEE HER GET RICH WITH MY EYES.&lt;br /&gt;AND I FOUND THE JOB FOR HER.&lt;br /&gt;._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i am such, a good friend!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BRENDA YOU BITCH! GRRRRRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-3563104842224553799?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/3563104842224553799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=3563104842224553799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/3563104842224553799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/3563104842224553799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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style="font-size:100%;"&gt;updated this in hong kong. whoopee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;wah biang, i'm fricking jealous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-4926636317797629523?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/4926636317797629523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=4926636317797629523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SSLAvRWMAPI/AAAAAAAAAEM/apSCiJeacyM/s1600-h/fucked+up+job..bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269986432319750386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SSLAvRWMAPI/AAAAAAAAAEM/apSCiJeacyM/s320/fucked+up+job..bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; go read the email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here, i shall re-emphasize my point,&lt;br /&gt;of 16 being the magic number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no i will not work at fast-food restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;my god, i now know why so many people anticipate after the O's.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NABU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, i really need a job. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-8380693834589209229?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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/&gt;the in-charge(s) are bitches anyway.&lt;br /&gt;didn't even stop and listen to what i have to say.&lt;br /&gt;go there, be their dog lah.&lt;br /&gt;so i gave the job up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;though 5 bucks an hour is impressive. ):&lt;br /&gt;for someone like me, 15 nia.&lt;br /&gt;16 is like, a magic number!&lt;br /&gt;everywhere also need 16...&lt;br /&gt;sian.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh well, going to for service.&lt;br /&gt;so glad i can make it. :D&lt;br /&gt;i love service!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh yea, since i'm free, i can join a ministry in church!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'll just ignore the fact that my wallet is empty,&lt;br /&gt;and i'll starve to death by the end up of week.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lucky brenda, i guess. she got the job, and she's working today.&lt;br /&gt;i remember,&lt;br /&gt;i was the one who went to search the newspapers,&lt;br /&gt;call up every single potential employment opportunity,&lt;br /&gt;ask for all the work details,&lt;br /&gt;made all the appointments.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FOR THE ENTIRE MONTH.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and finally, when i have a potential job to speak.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i didn't get the job.&lt;br /&gt;brenda did.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the grass is greener on her side alright.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;have fun, brenda dahling.&lt;br /&gt;i'll just... continue job hunting.&lt;br /&gt;after service.&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me,&lt;br /&gt;i'm meeting claris at church at 2.&lt;br /&gt;byebye. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;someone please bless me with a job. ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-4202204910057373856?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/4202204910057373856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-6629029813674881116</id><published>2008-11-12T21:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T12:54:33.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;everybody.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;jiao shuang.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-6629029813674881116?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/6629029813674881116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=6629029813674881116' title='0 Comments'/><link 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another pill.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;been at eddie's playing rockband for a few days,&lt;br /&gt;okay lah, quite enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;although i still suck at the drums.&lt;br /&gt;the guitar, also not so good.&lt;br /&gt;but i can sing pls.&lt;br /&gt;i'm born for the mic. &gt;:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, i went to school today.&lt;br /&gt;can believe?&lt;br /&gt;omg, i myself also can't believe, actually.&lt;br /&gt;my mum woke me up today,&lt;br /&gt;and i was all, "today everybody skipping school. i don't wanna go too."&lt;br /&gt;*buries face in pillow*&lt;br /&gt;and my mum was like, "okay."&lt;br /&gt;my mum is super cool.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and then, surprisingly, i found myself in the bathroom, all cleaned up, and in uni.&lt;br /&gt;O: wow.&lt;br /&gt;so i was like, since yesterday eddie sounded like he wanted me in school,&lt;br /&gt;cos his mum isn't as cool as mine,&lt;br /&gt;i cabbed to school lor.&lt;br /&gt;see? i love my boy so much.&lt;br /&gt;i can come to school for him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway. it's a slack day today,&lt;br /&gt;i was all, "i came to school FOR THIS??"&lt;br /&gt;the most &lt;s&gt;regretful&lt;/s&gt; memorable thing is&lt;br /&gt;hearing the principal giving this mini speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i will really miss you all you know.&lt;br /&gt;yes it's going to be quiet, but a school doesn't feel like a school without students."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;s&gt;i wanted to puke, gorge out my eyes, and rip off my ears.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow... such a touching sentence from that marvelous mini speech!&lt;br /&gt;i so love my principal! *sniff*&lt;br /&gt;i will miss you too, mdm koh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;s&gt;MY ASS.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;in exams, teachers tell you that they will ignore any cancelled scribbles you make.&lt;br /&gt;i think you should do the same around here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, today was a bummer.&lt;br /&gt;that brenda looks like she's so darn busy. -.-&lt;br /&gt;talk to her for a while, also cannot leh!&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to go and talk to her,&lt;br /&gt;she just said, i going to meet -can't rmb who-! byebye."&lt;br /&gt;and runs off.&lt;br /&gt;i was like, what the.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;headed to eddie' with qutubBESTBRO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;qutub makes me feel like i'm falling in love all over again sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;hahas, nothing much to it.&lt;br /&gt;just this... weird feeling.&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;i usually shrug it off, cos qutub's like, my best brother ever!&lt;br /&gt;eddie, i love you ah. don't broad over it too much. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and qutub, eddie and me made a rockband!&lt;br /&gt;out name is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Slairpe Yor Faez.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(slap your face.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;our band got 14,000 fans already okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;gotta go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Slairpe Yor Faez's lead vocalist, out. xD&lt;br /&gt;god, i love how it sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;oh, and did i mention?&lt;br /&gt;the lead vocalist is also the leader.&lt;br /&gt;WOOOO. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-6766254211516307019?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/6766254211516307019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=6766254211516307019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/6766254211516307019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/6766254211516307019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-fall-down-just-to-give-you-thrill.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-4526284428148705631</id><published>2008-11-03T22:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T22:38:59.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;wait,&lt;br /&gt;they don't love you like i love you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;bridging is going to be over soon.&lt;br /&gt;yay?&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i still owe ms liu her chinbese homework.&lt;br /&gt;should i do it?&lt;br /&gt;duh, cos i respect her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAH BIANG CANNOT TAHAN.&lt;br /&gt;i can't stand it.&lt;br /&gt;posting all these positive stuff.&lt;br /&gt;notice i didn't say i didn't mean my above paragraph okay!&lt;br /&gt;i like ms. liu for who she is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;never mind, i shall just continue, later get into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;later some ______ go print blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;wah biang, _____ __ __, _______.&lt;br /&gt;"____ ____."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;boy, i wonder, should i fill in the blanks? :D&lt;br /&gt;no choice lor, must like that.&lt;br /&gt;all those blogging etiquette courses,&lt;br /&gt;and those worlshops.&lt;br /&gt;aiya don't post lah! -.-&lt;br /&gt;the most everyday i post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"hey everyone, i'm not dead yet! HURRAY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;or,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"hey everyone! the most amazin thing happened to me today!&lt;br /&gt;i did not:&lt;br /&gt;- got run over by a car&lt;br /&gt;- drown&lt;br /&gt;- got shot&lt;br /&gt;- got stabbed&lt;br /&gt;- got mobbed&lt;br /&gt;- got murdered&lt;br /&gt;- got raped, then murdered&lt;br /&gt;- got kidnapped, raped, then murdered&lt;br /&gt;- got burned to death&lt;br /&gt;- get shocked to death by electricity&lt;br /&gt;- get into contact with radioactivity&lt;br /&gt;- got AIDS&lt;br /&gt;main point is, i'm still alive!&lt;br /&gt;HURRAY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;WAH BIANG EH.&lt;br /&gt;one last word and i'm through.&lt;br /&gt;okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;nin lao hia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-4526284428148705631?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/4526284428148705631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=4526284428148705631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/4526284428148705631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/4526284428148705631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2008/11/wait-they-dont-love-you-like-i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-8297850537493828365</id><published>2008-10-30T21:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T22:06:47.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what we could have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, like this is my 200th post. o_o&lt;br /&gt;nice one, eh.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm going to start playing warlords.&lt;br /&gt;since i have time on my hands.&lt;br /&gt;at least, a little more time then usual. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, did i mention that we went to watch House Bunny last thursday?&lt;br /&gt;qutub, wilson, jovyn, galton, edsel, brenda, adele, sherILYN dinah and me. (:&lt;br /&gt;the movie, so so lah.&lt;br /&gt;end up adele have to explain the whole thing for galton.&lt;br /&gt;"i thought is action one leh!"&lt;br /&gt;siad galton when i asked him, what he thought the genre of the movie was.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;joei so loves galton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i mention, i used to have a crush on him when i was in sec 1?&lt;br /&gt;now, i totally think he's cool.&lt;br /&gt;i still think he has cool hair.&lt;br /&gt;i still think the way he talks is cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then last week, went to seoul garden with beeeeeee. :D&lt;br /&gt;and he's a cool buffet person, really.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't think anyone would eat that much. o_o&lt;br /&gt;and we dropped ice cream in the boiling soup.&lt;br /&gt;then i stirred the concoction, which i regretted,&lt;br /&gt;because the soup was boiling, and had white stuff floating around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joei : O_O&lt;br /&gt;edsel : xD&lt;br /&gt;joei : whatarewegoingtodo???&lt;br /&gt;edsel : xD&lt;br /&gt;joei : eeee! disgusting! *covers eyes*&lt;br /&gt;edsel : xD&lt;br /&gt;joei : i did not do that.&lt;br /&gt;edsel : xD&lt;br /&gt;joei : let's get out.&lt;br /&gt;edsel : xD&lt;br /&gt;joei : *stands up*&lt;br /&gt;edsel : xD&lt;br /&gt;joei : dude.&lt;br /&gt;edsel : oh oh okay.&lt;br /&gt;*steps out of seoul garden*&lt;br /&gt;joei : okay now we run far far away. *walks quickly*&lt;br /&gt;edsel : *stands there and xD*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i claim i love him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-8297850537493828365?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/8297850537493828365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=8297850537493828365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/8297850537493828365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/8297850537493828365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-we-could-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-8701385317322031730</id><published>2008-10-24T22:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T22:59:22.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy anniversary, darling. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;god, i love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-8701385317322031730?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/8701385317322031730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=8701385317322031730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/8701385317322031730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/8701385317322031730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-anniversary-darling.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-3083232558792421511</id><published>2008-10-23T20:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T21:07:40.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;pictures of you&lt;br /&gt;pictures of me&lt;br /&gt;hung upon your wall for the world to see.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ahhh. iti'll all come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;today, mrs goh told us all she won't be our form teacher anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i was bloody shocked,&lt;br /&gt;and like, started to cry just there and then.&lt;br /&gt;i was sitting there,&lt;br /&gt;asking why.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wasn't it okay, before?&lt;br /&gt;why do things have to change?&lt;br /&gt;is it really for the better?&lt;br /&gt;i don't think so,&lt;br /&gt;why must things leave?&lt;br /&gt;why must things change?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;after a while,&lt;br /&gt;when photos of 3e1 and the "BEST" word all over the screen.&lt;br /&gt;i had an epiphany. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;things have to change.&lt;br /&gt;we can't just keep living the same way forever.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;to obtain something, or to get an advancement,&lt;br /&gt;or maybe, to open a new route in life,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it all starts with goodbye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you have to let go of the grass you have in your hands,&lt;br /&gt;to get the bunch of roses.&lt;br /&gt;grass is good.&lt;br /&gt;it feeds your cattle,&lt;br /&gt;and your cattle, works so as to feed yourself.&lt;br /&gt;but, with roses.&lt;br /&gt;roses are beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;selling them at a much higher margin,&lt;br /&gt;may provide a better life for you,&lt;br /&gt;with more income,&lt;br /&gt;rather then just feeding yourself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;though you will never forget how grass has provided for you.&lt;br /&gt;but never ever neglect possible roses in your life.&lt;br /&gt;even if we have bonded so much as a class,&lt;br /&gt;there'll be a day for goodbye, eventually.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we can't stay like that forever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i believe,&lt;br /&gt;that everything happens for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure people think throughly before making a decision.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, that's expected of adults, right?&lt;br /&gt;they think throughly before deciding what's more beneficial.&lt;br /&gt;however selfish, or sacrificial,&lt;br /&gt;i know, that adults choose what they believe.&lt;br /&gt;at least, i hope.&lt;br /&gt;and at the very least, most adults.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then i smiled.&lt;br /&gt;though mrs goh will no longer be our FT.&lt;br /&gt;i won't be depressed because she's leaving,&lt;br /&gt;but i will embrace the dear memories of 3e1'08,&lt;br /&gt;shared with her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we love you, mrs goh.&lt;br /&gt;we'll still see you in school,&lt;br /&gt;and i'm tellin' you,&lt;br /&gt;prepare to receive frequent intercomm calls from 3e1. (:&lt;br /&gt;and i mean like, 59 calls in an hour.&lt;br /&gt;give you 1 min break. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;mrs goh, LOVE YOU! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-3083232558792421511?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/3083232558792421511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=3083232558792421511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/3083232558792421511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/3083232558792421511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2008/10/pictures-of-you-pictures-of-me-hung.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-7893280139485013861</id><published>2008-10-16T22:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T22:33:47.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i must cum,&lt;br /&gt;i must cum,&lt;br /&gt;i must cum.&lt;br /&gt;*full concentration*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, other school day.&lt;br /&gt;i have this gut feeling i'm going to miss school once i leave, but.&lt;br /&gt;i can't seem to stop anticipating the dismissal bell.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna change my blog skin soon,&lt;br /&gt;but i can't seem to find a good time to.&lt;br /&gt;and, oh god, i'm going to buy a new school bag.&lt;br /&gt;i so totally need one.&lt;br /&gt;hang on, i'm going to talk like a bimbo for a while.&lt;br /&gt;here goes nothing:&lt;br /&gt;"and, like, my &lt;em&gt;new&lt;/em&gt; bag is so gonna be, like, &lt;strong&gt;totally&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pink,&lt;/span&gt; and like, there will be these &lt;u&gt;awesome&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pinkish&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt; ribbons and &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;purplelish&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pink &lt;/span&gt;ribbons like, all over! and also, i'm gonna, like, buy a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;huge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;strawberry chocolate donut&lt;/em&gt; for my &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; bag cos &lt;em&gt;strawberry&lt;/em&gt; is a like, a &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; colour, and like, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;goes with &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;! i'm so &lt;u&gt;happy&lt;/u&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;*claps hands hysterically*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've always wanted to do that, hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post below is for my boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;JOEI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HEARTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;since you like blackm and i &lt;s&gt;like&lt;/s&gt; love pink,&lt;br /&gt;and since the lesser than three symbol is not accepted in my blog post. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-7893280139485013861?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/7893280139485013861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=7893280139485013861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/7893280139485013861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/7893280139485013861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-must-cum-i-must-cum-i-must-cum.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-727362146530161667</id><published>2008-10-15T23:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T23:39:39.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>never have i felt so... defeated.&lt;br /&gt;in both aspects.&lt;br /&gt;schoolwork, and the other is rather hard to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deafeated.&lt;br /&gt;like i've been bashed up,&lt;br /&gt;or... OWNed.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;i feel like, a failure, actually.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not giving up just yet.&lt;br /&gt;i'm... not thinking about it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm impressed, she's one good girl.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-727362146530161667?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/727362146530161667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=727362146530161667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/727362146530161667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/727362146530161667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2008/10/never-have-i-felt-so.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-6131769925964026550</id><published>2008-10-12T19:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T20:09:31.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;great, is our God, yeah He reigns forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was fine,&lt;br /&gt;i went to my second cell group meeting! :D&lt;br /&gt;met edsel and went to bukit timah,&lt;br /&gt;and had some fun. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;happy birthday, joshua!&lt;br /&gt;note to self: steal those cookies from ed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then after cell group,&lt;br /&gt;went to west mall to walk a while.&lt;br /&gt;bought my clip,&lt;br /&gt;then went to lot one.&lt;br /&gt;found a FABULOUS chirst shirt,&lt;br /&gt;GORGEOUS hoodie blouse,&lt;br /&gt;BEAUTIFUL topssssss&lt;br /&gt;(note the SSSSS)&lt;br /&gt;but i only had like, $15.&lt;br /&gt;and edsel had like, $7.&lt;br /&gt;note to self: never go out with ed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then went home, and going for dinner soon.&lt;br /&gt;note to self: call ed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh, one more thing.&lt;br /&gt;i kinda miss the dating part of a relationship. ):&lt;br /&gt;y'know, the...&lt;br /&gt;going out for movies and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;rather then... the other part of a r/s.&lt;br /&gt;note to self: reply ed's text.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tmr's shopping trip.&lt;br /&gt;gonna spend like there's no tmr.&lt;br /&gt;note to self: tell self to reduce the number of 'ed's in "note-to-self"s.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;note to self: meet ed tmr.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-6131769925964026550?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/6131769925964026550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=6131769925964026550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/6131769925964026550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/6131769925964026550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2008/10/great-is-our-god-yeah-he-reigns-forever.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-1709366955479794524</id><published>2008-10-10T19:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T19:51:29.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;she's a natural.&lt;br /&gt;natural disaster.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the EOYs are over! :D&lt;br /&gt;yayness, now to catch up on stuff i'm so far behind.&lt;br /&gt;like:&lt;br /&gt;-ugly betty&lt;br /&gt;-d.grayman&lt;br /&gt;-darker than black&lt;br /&gt;-tsubasa&lt;br /&gt;-dance schools?&lt;br /&gt;-visit mitch soon.&lt;br /&gt;-go to church and catch up with all of W414!&lt;br /&gt;-create a theme for my phone&lt;br /&gt;-think about my future&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and the list has no end.&lt;br /&gt;anyone who wants to attend service with me?&lt;br /&gt;i'll bring you along!&lt;br /&gt;everyone deserves to walk a life with Him. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;what's your name, what's your game, show me how to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-1709366955479794524?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/1709366955479794524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=1709366955479794524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/1709366955479794524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/1709366955479794524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2008/10/shes-natural.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-5532836613794102486</id><published>2008-10-08T19:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:30:54.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>as I'm staring through this fire&lt;br /&gt;it's too late to make you mine&lt;br /&gt;so far from where we started&lt;br /&gt;so far from what we wanted&lt;br /&gt;and as both our worlds fall down&lt;br /&gt;we get lost and we get found&lt;br /&gt;so far from where we started&lt;br /&gt;so far from what we wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've made mistakes that i can't erase&lt;br /&gt;i've made mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i had more money honey&lt;br /&gt;would you love me&lt;br /&gt;love me&lt;br /&gt;love me&lt;br /&gt;if i wasn't just somebody like me&lt;br /&gt;like me&lt;br /&gt;if i had more money honey&lt;br /&gt;would you love me&lt;br /&gt;love me&lt;br /&gt;love me&lt;br /&gt;if i wasn't just somebody like me&lt;br /&gt;like me&lt;br /&gt;i've made mistakes that i can't erase&lt;br /&gt;i've made mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i'm sure to see the signs&lt;br /&gt;that we are falling back in time&lt;br /&gt;so far from where we started&lt;br /&gt;so far from what we wanted&lt;br /&gt;and i'm trying to right this wrong&lt;br /&gt;so i need you to be strong&lt;br /&gt;so far from where we started&lt;br /&gt;so far from what we wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've made mistakes that i can't erase&lt;br /&gt;i've made mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i had more money honey&lt;br /&gt;would you love me&lt;br /&gt;love me&lt;br /&gt;love me&lt;br /&gt;if i wasn't just somebody like me&lt;br /&gt;like me&lt;br /&gt;if i had more money honey&lt;br /&gt;would you love me&lt;br /&gt;love me&lt;br /&gt;love me&lt;br /&gt;if i wasn't just somebody like me&lt;br /&gt;like me&lt;br /&gt;i've made mistakes that i can't erase&lt;br /&gt;i've made mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah yo&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah yo&lt;br /&gt;i know you know&lt;br /&gt;so let it go&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah yo&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah yo&lt;br /&gt;i know you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've made mistakes that i can't erase&lt;br /&gt;i've made mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i had more money honey&lt;br /&gt;would you love me&lt;br /&gt;love me&lt;br /&gt;love me&lt;br /&gt;if i wasn't just somebody like me&lt;br /&gt;like me&lt;br /&gt;if i had more money honey&lt;br /&gt;would you love me&lt;br /&gt;love me&lt;br /&gt;love me&lt;br /&gt;if i wasn't just somebody like me&lt;br /&gt;like me&lt;br /&gt;i've made mistakes that i can't erase&lt;br /&gt;i've made mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah yo&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah yo&lt;br /&gt;i know you know&lt;br /&gt;so let it go&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah yo&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah yo&lt;br /&gt;i know you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah lah, if you had the money, i would love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the middle of the exams, and here i am.&lt;br /&gt;sitting in front of the computer.&lt;br /&gt;UPDATING MY BLOG.&lt;br /&gt;go blog-surfing and you'd reaize,&lt;br /&gt;i'm the only fucker who updated during exam period.&lt;br /&gt;how.... &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quaint&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmygod, nickelback got new song! *loved*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left e-maths paper 2, chinese paper 2, chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;3 more papers!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;my chemistry is like, can go eat shit kind&lt;br /&gt;so... what am i doing here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sudden realization*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*logs off in panic*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-5532836613794102486?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/5532836613794102486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=5532836613794102486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/5532836613794102486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/5532836613794102486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2008/10/as-im-staring-through-this-fire-its-too.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-748716020647849457</id><published>2008-10-02T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T19:17:51.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-748716020647849457?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/748716020647849457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=748716020647849457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/748716020647849457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/748716020647849457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-4960499921879646650</id><published>2008-09-29T19:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T20:19:58.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;so, SO WHAT&lt;br /&gt;I'M STILL A ROCK STAR&lt;br /&gt;I'VE GOT MY ROCK MOVES&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AND I DON'T NEED YOU&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GUESS WHAT&lt;br /&gt;I'M HAVING MORE FUN&lt;br /&gt;AND NOW THAT WE'RE DONE&lt;br /&gt;I'M GONNA SHOW YOU&lt;br /&gt;TONIGHT&lt;br /&gt;I'M ALRIGHT&lt;br /&gt;I'M JUST FINE&lt;br /&gt;AND YOU'RE TOO.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hello, faithful readers of my blog.&lt;br /&gt;oh, i wanna tell those groups of sluts you see around the 'hood these days.&lt;br /&gt;seriously. they're everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;what, sluts rule? oh puh-leeze.&lt;br /&gt;you guys walk around like you own the place,&lt;br /&gt;shaking your little butts from left to right.&lt;br /&gt;stop it. you'll get hip cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway. exams are... what, this week?&lt;br /&gt;and i'm here, now.&lt;br /&gt;HA-HA-HA-HA-HA.&lt;br /&gt;i don't feel the tension and i wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;i look at my textbooks and laugh,&lt;br /&gt;then grab tsubasa comics and read.&lt;br /&gt;or pick up my cell and call somebody.&lt;br /&gt;or watch TV.&lt;br /&gt;or rewatch VCDs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i wonder what will happen to me. D:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so, SO WHAT&lt;br /&gt;I' AM ROCK STAR&lt;br /&gt;I'VE GOT MY ROCK MOVES&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AND I DON'T WANT YOU TONIGHT.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-4960499921879646650?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/4960499921879646650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=4960499921879646650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/4960499921879646650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/4960499921879646650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-so-what-im-still-rock-star-ive-got.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-3748703072547887053</id><published>2008-09-16T19:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T19:57:27.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;baaaaaaack.&lt;br /&gt;haven't been updatin', have i.&lt;br /&gt;lazy, lazy me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, been tired nowadys,&lt;br /&gt;but the air's fresher, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;i no longer feel as busy as before.&lt;br /&gt;now... just have to concentrate on my EOY!&lt;br /&gt;and the science SPA at the end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOO.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;btw, anyone wanna find jobs?&lt;br /&gt;can help me. :D&lt;br /&gt;i need to riase $800--$1000,&lt;br /&gt;asap.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;got kangtao must tell me, ty. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;aiya, i got housework waiting for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;as usual.&lt;br /&gt;see how good am i to my parents, weeeeee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;your girl, out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-3748703072547887053?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/3748703072547887053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=3748703072547887053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/3748703072547887053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/3748703072547887053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2008/09/baaaaaaack.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-2127019384877294569</id><published>2008-09-12T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T22:43:00.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NJRC's over.&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm late to actually blog thisd up, but yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, i wanna say,&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY ANGELS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so happy i'm in this team.&lt;br /&gt;x)&lt;br /&gt;brenda, cheryl, ruilin and adele.&lt;br /&gt;we totally kick ass!&lt;br /&gt;i so so so love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;i know i can count on you guyd everytime i feel down.&lt;br /&gt;you guys will always be there.&lt;br /&gt;you all are my baobeis, my precious.&lt;br /&gt;my dearest sweetie pies!&lt;br /&gt;we made it to our presentation finals,&lt;br /&gt;though we failed in our top 40 rankings,&lt;br /&gt;we've got two 1st awards, darlings!&lt;br /&gt;though i... kinda "buganyuan".&lt;br /&gt;out best image, and entreprenuer.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted those 2 awards.&lt;br /&gt;or rather, we wanted.&lt;br /&gt;but really.&lt;br /&gt;like joel said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 years, 7 awards, 1 overall championship.&lt;br /&gt;BEAT THAT, people.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so proud of my team!&lt;br /&gt;though we owe it all to all people around us.&lt;br /&gt;teachers, SCS personel, team coordiators, friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;especially one, who i haven't seen for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh,&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;my&lt;br /&gt;life. (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, NOTE TO SELF! go back to church SOON SOON SOON!&lt;br /&gt;i haven't been attending service for so looooong.&lt;br /&gt;i miss the CG so muchhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you Lord for answering my prayers.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;i'll never walk alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANGELS! &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-2127019384877294569?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/2127019384877294569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=2127019384877294569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/2127019384877294569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/2127019384877294569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2008/09/njrcs-over.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-4777757031302619844</id><published>2008-09-11T21:20:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T22:27:31.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SMkjGOFgqCI/AAAAAAAAACU/ibPdXJ9RXQA/s1600-h/DSC02277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244761830817048610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SMkjGOFgqCI/AAAAAAAAACU/ibPdXJ9RXQA/s320/DSC02277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;here to update on the 8th of september. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it all started well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qututbBESTBRO texted me, to remind me to buy an A4 exercise book for emaths.&lt;br /&gt;and iremembered! wooo.&lt;br /&gt;but i lost my comb, anyway. -.-&lt;br /&gt;my white foldable one.&lt;br /&gt;anyone see pls pass back to me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh, then one more thing.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JETHRO! :D&lt;br /&gt;and JIANLI. xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and that liu wanted us to stay back to do her dumb test.&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me, i'm supposed to write it.&lt;br /&gt;by tmr.&lt;br /&gt;ahh, heck to it. xD&lt;br /&gt;ended up she cancelled that thing.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't plan to go anyway pls. -.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so anyway, brenda and i went to admiralty to eat tom yam you mian.&lt;br /&gt;heaven.&lt;br /&gt;i was like, dreaming of it in classes. xD&lt;br /&gt;so hungry, and YAY! reached admiralty.&lt;br /&gt;but i had to go home to get cash first.&lt;br /&gt;and i went home, and didn't put down my bag,&lt;br /&gt;harharharhar.&lt;br /&gt;met lionel and phidias at the foodcourt.&lt;br /&gt;hahas, they're so cute. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;headed to the science centre after lunch.&lt;br /&gt;bought sweet talk and drank along the way there.&lt;br /&gt;as we walked closer to SCS,&lt;br /&gt;i realized the dino outside mcdonald's ain't moving.&lt;br /&gt;thought it's just parallax error,&lt;br /&gt;so we kept walking and i kept quiet.&lt;br /&gt;then we reached the entrance.&lt;br /&gt;and this invited us. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244756486496244002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SMkePI8I0SI/AAAAAAAAACE/IIybir6xavg/s320/DSC02259.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SO, LOVED.&lt;br /&gt;we go SCS for 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;and we dunno SCS not open on MONDAY.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;nd brenda and i still talked about what're we gonna do at the SCS after taking our wings,&lt;br /&gt;and how we're gonna sneak in. again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i should'vve seen it coming when the T-rex ain't moving. i so so so should have.&lt;/p&gt;well, we ended up waiting for the security personnel.&lt;br /&gt;so they can help us when they're not that busy.&lt;br /&gt;and we headed to do what we do best.&lt;br /&gt;camwhore. wooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244758769022126642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SMkgUAAtyjI/AAAAAAAAACM/7c2Bu-3SOQg/s320/DSC02264.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i know bending down makes me look fat.&lt;br /&gt;all in the name of letting brenda feel better so she won't feel so vertically-challenged.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245125898288706146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SMpuNvGzMmI/AAAAAAAAACc/igXuhrzoigI/s320/DSC02270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i was feeling nice, so i gave that HUGE poster to brenda.&lt;br /&gt;though i really&lt;br /&gt;really&lt;br /&gt;really&lt;br /&gt;really&lt;br /&gt;really wanted it.&lt;br /&gt;but brenda really&lt;br /&gt;really&lt;br /&gt;really&lt;br /&gt;really&lt;br /&gt;really wanted it too, so i gave it to her. (:&lt;br /&gt;yes, cos i love her pls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245129613463655874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SMpxl_NiFcI/AAAAAAAAACs/Ka9pWr5617Q/s320/DSC02284.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245129347349145874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SMpxWf246RI/AAAAAAAAACk/8SCKsD9rrTI/s320/DSC02282.jpg" border="0" /&gt;err, i'm the new receptionist, can i help? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245130888385491378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SMpywMqlcbI/AAAAAAAAAC0/BljDR8xq3qU/s320/DSC02279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245131145779120386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SMpy_LiAiQI/AAAAAAAAAC8/NbGnEY-M6Jc/s320/DSC02291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245131491264744306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SMpzTSkMy3I/AAAAAAAAADE/1xry9ao7sIE/s320/DSC02298.jpg" border="0" /&gt;NJRC's missed. i'm really considering to participate in tertiary section. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245133037283387058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SMp0tR7xJrI/AAAAAAAAADU/FED31eb1NY0/s320/DSC02308.jpg" border="0" /&gt;brenda says i look someone in this. i look like me for all i know. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245133407957977778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SMp1C2zeirI/AAAAAAAAADc/P2XRl0gP7h0/s320/DSC02303.jpg" border="0" /&gt;no one said taking photos from ground level is easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245133884038953634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SMp1ekWBuqI/AAAAAAAAADk/27aOcxxOiRY/s320/DSC02324.jpg" border="0" /&gt;brenda's champagne grape ice blended on her right. got seeds one! eee.&lt;br /&gt;but the seeds made it nice. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245135167217706546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SMp2pQjrpjI/AAAAAAAAADs/aJ5PcOLVdp8/s320/DSC02298(01).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see what that dumb girl is doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245135700271373794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SMp3ISVlHeI/AAAAAAAAAD0/wIlvdVp6RYM/s320/DSC02313.jpg" border="0" /&gt;TV was interesting.*looks around innocently*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245136258001205538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SMp3owCu-SI/AAAAAAAAAD8/qwtxcmYtiMI/s320/DSC02312(01).jpg" border="0" /&gt;well, brenda and i were lucky. we got to SCS on monday, and took photos with the board.&lt;br /&gt;before it tore down.&lt;br /&gt;lucky eh.&lt;br /&gt;though we didn't get our wings back. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the security guard didn't know where they were.&lt;br /&gt;sad.&lt;br /&gt;not a wasted trip, we had fun! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245137709350094482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SMp49OvRhpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/YTN76spKGBk/s320/DSC02281.jpg" border="0" /&gt;got more photos, i lazy to upload lah. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;headed home after calling derrick, and leaving him our numbers so we can get our wings back.&lt;br /&gt;in case derrick can see this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE WANT OUR WINGS, THAK YOU, CALL ASAP. :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay. i think he'll get it now. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;reaching home, i got pissed with my boy,&lt;br /&gt;he can so late.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm okay with him now.&lt;br /&gt;ahhh... guys can be so slow to react sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;and he's pretty emo nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;i don't like him like that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and if garrick can see this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i can't turn up for saturday service! will be going on sunday! :D&lt;br /&gt;i miss church, and the CG tons! i love you guys. &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then i got misunderstood,&lt;br /&gt;just because of a birthday, really.&lt;br /&gt;either that or that dude's just being moody.&lt;br /&gt;or sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;or it's just my fault.&lt;br /&gt;i hope thing'll clear up soon.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't mean what he thought i meant.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i did, only that i don't understand,&lt;br /&gt;and pretending that i actually do understand,&lt;br /&gt;and now this doesn't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;but crap lah, that spoilt my entire day.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;i got so angry i threw my phone against the wall.&lt;br /&gt;and there's this tiny crack on the side of my phone.&lt;br /&gt;and the camera is a little sot-sot liao.&lt;br /&gt;anyone wanna see just tell me, i show you.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt; ): ._. oh well. what's over is over. i won't look back, but i'll never forget, sweetie. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and that was my monday. (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;your girl, out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S., adele sweetheart, FEEL BETTER! i'm here twentyfourseven. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-4777757031302619844?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/4777757031302619844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=4777757031302619844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/4777757031302619844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/4777757031302619844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2008/09/here-to-update-on-8th-of-september.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SMkjGOFgqCI/AAAAAAAAACU/ibPdXJ9RXQA/s72-c/DSC02277.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-3809354735974864133</id><published>2008-08-31T16:48:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T17:55:31.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YOU'RE SO YESTERDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas, yesterday was cool.&lt;br /&gt;in a way lah.&lt;br /&gt;made my way to school at around... 8.45am?&lt;br /&gt;i dunno,&lt;br /&gt;kinda lost track of time.&lt;br /&gt;went back to school to get my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;because yesterday was the presentation finals of NJRC.&lt;br /&gt;and damned. i so totally hate the school sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;the fucking locked the shutters,&lt;br /&gt;every single staircase.&lt;br /&gt;and my wallet, clothes, and other stuff all in tech hub pls!&lt;br /&gt;-.- even my stupid shoes are unreachable.&lt;br /&gt;so, i WALKED home,&lt;br /&gt;with nothing to my name except a phone with a battery life of an ant,&lt;br /&gt;in those silly cream coloured heels.&lt;br /&gt;and the silly white dress.&lt;br /&gt;without a decent jacket.&lt;br /&gt;sickening eh.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not very skinny so the dress kinda looks hideous on me.&lt;br /&gt;._.&lt;br /&gt;but darling came running with his sister's robotics jacket, around crescent.&lt;br /&gt;but it was his sister's,&lt;br /&gt;so i can't really take it.&lt;br /&gt;plus, his mum would kill him.&lt;br /&gt;and me. ):&lt;br /&gt;so sucks to be in a r/s like this sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;and darling looked like i interrupted in one of his games cos he looks unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;so sucks lah,&lt;br /&gt;i'm envious of all other people. ):&lt;br /&gt;so i walked home lor.&lt;br /&gt;met up with john halfway,&lt;br /&gt;and we sat under my block to talk for a while.&lt;br /&gt;one thing i've learnt is to stay away from the streets after 8pm in Holland.&lt;br /&gt;like this knowledge is gonna be needed in my life, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;): just so demoralized.&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;went to school at 8.30am.&lt;br /&gt;wait, i said that before.&lt;br /&gt;hahas.&lt;br /&gt;went to wait outside tech hub for a while,&lt;br /&gt;then mr chng came to open tech hub!&lt;br /&gt;reunited with my belongings,&lt;br /&gt;then rushed to the computer lab to meet up with mr mak.&lt;br /&gt;the vid's as good as undone, so went into it.&lt;br /&gt;had a few laughs! xD&lt;br /&gt;our vid is so hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;so i helped him out with the vid,&lt;br /&gt;i deserve some credit! :D&lt;br /&gt;but the end result after cutting and everything...&lt;br /&gt;kinda boring. -.-&lt;br /&gt;at least it's a vid!&lt;br /&gt;(: brenda came when we're wrapping up the vid.&lt;br /&gt;-.- when we're just doing the touch-ups.&lt;br /&gt;then mr mak needed to get to bukit timah,&lt;br /&gt;and so we cabbed there,&lt;br /&gt;then said bye to him,&lt;br /&gt;and headed to science centre, hahas.&lt;br /&gt;passd up the vid,&lt;br /&gt;and then we tried to sneak into the science centre galleries without tickets. xD&lt;br /&gt;ended up, we got into the science centre lah!&lt;br /&gt;but i *forgot how we did it* heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;let the photos do the talking, :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SLphahDr-zI/AAAAAAAAABM/FAcYuxAUVUc/s1600-h/DSC02237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240608224577321778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SLphahDr-zI/AAAAAAAAABM/FAcYuxAUVUc/s320/DSC02237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240608864532718146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SLph_xE8YkI/AAAAAAAAABU/vne1cLoL6gc/s320/DSC02238.jpg" border="0" /&gt;brenda's back view. she was like, an excited primary school kid. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240611616063809682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SLpkf7VE6JI/AAAAAAAAABc/wBpFARsCwVk/s320/DSC02242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;O: it's the scary mama---brenda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240614245225260162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SLpm49uA5II/AAAAAAAAAB0/m8XHUEL2EAs/s320/DSC02246.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240615205590894354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SLpnw3XBhxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/axFZbeYDCuQ/s320/DSC02248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the chops on our hands, xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had nacdonald's for lunch, then took the bus back, cos someone didn't have her ezlink with her.&lt;br /&gt;not bad, only $1.10 to travel from science centre to home! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta go now. wanna reflect on my life. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-3809354735974864133?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/3809354735974864133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=3809354735974864133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/3809354735974864133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/3809354735974864133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2008/08/youre-so-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SLphahDr-zI/AAAAAAAAABM/FAcYuxAUVUc/s72-c/DSC02237.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-6819810459448137364</id><published>2008-08-18T19:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T19:33:31.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>owe-mai-gord, so long since i've updaed.&lt;br /&gt;and by updated i meant updated properly. :D&lt;br /&gt;hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. my common test results. -.-&lt;br /&gt;it's pretty... scary.&lt;br /&gt;the results.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and miss ho will be so proud of me pls.&lt;br /&gt;MISS HO, I CAN DO TRIGONOMETRY! WOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;miss&lt;/s&gt; mdm zuraidah's credits too. eh heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;her husband's name is saifuddin, ahh ha ha. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAHHH i gtg go help out in housework. -.-&lt;br /&gt;see  how fillial i am? unlike my friends. elle-owe-elle.&lt;br /&gt;*pffft*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-6819810459448137364?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/6819810459448137364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=6819810459448137364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/6819810459448137364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/6819810459448137364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2008/08/owe-mai-gord-so-long-since-ive-updaed.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-7124562347619766732</id><published>2008-08-17T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T22:20:59.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i just realized how boring my life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i need to get an interesting one soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-7124562347619766732?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/7124562347619766732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=7124562347619766732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/7124562347619766732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/7124562347619766732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-just-realized-how-boring-my-life-is.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-5912772684466705572</id><published>2008-08-09T13:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T13:29:58.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i don't know what is with my typing skills today.&lt;br /&gt;i went to bloooger.com,&lt;br /&gt;bloggger.com,&lt;br /&gt;blggoer.com,&lt;br /&gt;then to bloger.com&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;before i finally made to my homepage. -.-&lt;br /&gt;i'm THE BEST.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, today's our nation's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday singapore!&lt;br /&gt;but i have this feeling that this year's parade won't be nice.&lt;br /&gt;partially because yesterday i watched the Beijing Olymics opening ceromony,&lt;br /&gt;and it was brillant.&lt;br /&gt;finally, a stadium full of chinese rather than ang-mohs.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;just kidding.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yesterday was national day celebrations.&lt;br /&gt;everyobdy screamed at almost anything and everything. -.-&lt;br /&gt;then met up with qutub, brenda, cheryl, galton and wilson to watch the mummy.&lt;br /&gt;the movie was so dry, i regrtted coming.&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;and yee shien, rach, jeslyn, weihao, jun xian, qi huang and kok kiong were in front of us.&lt;br /&gt;thank you jun xian, for lowering your spiked hair to let me have a clearer view of the screen,&lt;br /&gt;evern though it didn't help much, thank you. :D&lt;br /&gt;hahas, joking, jun xian. (:&lt;br /&gt;and the funny thing is,&lt;br /&gt;after the movie, the only thing wei hao and jun xian couldsay was:&lt;br /&gt;"the girl, chiobu leh!"&lt;br /&gt;he was referring to Lin, that chinese girl who ended up with Alex. -.-&lt;br /&gt;and she was the only thing wei hao and jun xian could say about the entire movie. -.-&lt;br /&gt;so LOVED.&lt;br /&gt;after the movie we went walking around causeway.&lt;br /&gt;boring lah,&lt;br /&gt;and ended up at timezone.&lt;br /&gt;qutub and wilson never catch the pink care bear for me. ):&lt;br /&gt;i really wanted it lah, damnit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm so bored now.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i wanna eat my phone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it has been giving me many fucking problems.&lt;br /&gt;can't stand it lah!&lt;br /&gt;going to buy a new one today.&lt;br /&gt;end of story.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye, K750i. you were great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh, and i am swooned by a sec 4 ncdcc dude. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-5912772684466705572?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/5912772684466705572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=5912772684466705572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/5912772684466705572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/5912772684466705572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-dont-know-what-is-with-my-typing.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-1958420645471889857</id><published>2008-07-28T21:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T21:49:50.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm, today was a normal day.&lt;br /&gt;grabbed a few After Eights and here i am, in front of the computer.&lt;br /&gt;weewoowee.&lt;br /&gt;anyway my grandpa is so hilarious today.&lt;br /&gt;my mum was looking for the taiwanese show he and my grandma's been watching for quite sometime.&lt;br /&gt;it's like, 500 episodes long. -.-&lt;br /&gt;so, she was searching for 'em online for them so they can watch some episodes before hand,&lt;br /&gt;and she successfully did.&lt;br /&gt;and my grandma sat there to watch,&lt;br /&gt;the original version okay.&lt;br /&gt;not some dumb edited versions that are translated to chinese. -.-&lt;br /&gt;and then it attracted my grandpa's attention due to some very familiar faces. xD&lt;br /&gt;and then he also sat there and watched,&lt;br /&gt;in front of the computer screen.&lt;br /&gt;and then, he suddenly asked, in hokkien,&lt;br /&gt;"this show what time?" and pointed to the screen.&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;so mum tried explaining to him that it's online and he can watch anytime,&lt;br /&gt;but he doesn't geddit.&lt;br /&gt;oh well,&lt;br /&gt;at least he gets to watch a few episodes beforehand.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;though my grandpa's noisy and everything sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;i don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;i kinda like chatting with him.&lt;br /&gt;though he'd be smoking.&lt;br /&gt;and drinking.&lt;br /&gt;and talks in hokkien-mixed-singlish jibberish.&lt;br /&gt;and coughs real loud.&lt;br /&gt;but he's my grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only minus point is that i have to share my rom with my brother. -.-&lt;br /&gt;damnit, did i mention my brother snores? -.-&lt;br /&gt;and my room gets bloody small when my brother sleeps in with me.&lt;br /&gt;and i can't stay up late to chat on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;or cram notes for the next day's tests, if any.&lt;br /&gt;or read my almost overdue library books.&lt;br /&gt;or try to level up my Jeanne D'Arc on my psp.&lt;br /&gt;but i can live with it.&lt;br /&gt;gets kinda... cosier. (:&lt;br /&gt;though i'd rather have my room back all to myself, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well to me,&lt;br /&gt;i'd rather spend time with someone than to regret it later.&lt;br /&gt;(: oh, i love my life.&lt;br /&gt;though it can be better lah,&lt;br /&gt;hahas.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-1958420645471889857?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/1958420645471889857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=1958420645471889857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/1958420645471889857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/1958420645471889857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2008/07/family.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-5786289394612460553</id><published>2008-07-27T13:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T13:31:54.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;she is like, foreign to me sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;i hardly talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;probably because she's always with her friends.&lt;br /&gt;weee.&lt;br /&gt;if you compare her and before,&lt;br /&gt;you'll LAUGH.&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;i was saying,&lt;br /&gt;my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;she's been through more than me lah.&lt;br /&gt;did things i've never done.&lt;br /&gt;went to places i've never been.&lt;br /&gt;experience stuff i never did.&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes i miss her.&lt;br /&gt;she doesn't really... talks to me.&lt;br /&gt;always with friends.&lt;br /&gt;always out.&lt;br /&gt;i guess, cousins are like that, no?&lt;br /&gt;but other cousins are different.&lt;br /&gt;well i guess that makes Kasey unique. :D&lt;br /&gt;i love her all the same.&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;i just wished she'd spend time with me.&lt;br /&gt;not that i have any time to spare anyway.&lt;br /&gt;okay that sentence makes the entire paragraph redundant, yay. -.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh, and i'm getting a new phone.&lt;br /&gt;my current one is failing me,&lt;br /&gt;and pissing me off by flashing it's screen white again and again and telling me to insert SIM card.&lt;br /&gt;when the card is already intact,&lt;br /&gt;forcing me to take it out, wipe, put it back over and over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;so, i'm getting a new one,&lt;br /&gt;probably over counter,&lt;br /&gt;but since my line is ending soon,&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll get a new line.&lt;br /&gt;and save a few bucks.&lt;br /&gt;so yea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-5786289394612460553?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/5786289394612460553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=5786289394612460553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/5786289394612460553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/5786289394612460553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-cousin.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-4682619551273424027</id><published>2008-07-27T13:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T13:32:18.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i can't belive i'm going to say this but.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i want sex.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay ignore the top, i was being random. (or honest.)&lt;br /&gt;anyway, been a lazy sunday.&lt;br /&gt;there's a chemistry class test tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;and.&lt;br /&gt;my textbook is being isolated in a dark place, namely the cupboard under my seat for chemistry practical lessons with an unfriendly white tile for company, in a still, daark, cold unventilated room on the first floor of Admiralty Secondary School called the Cehmistry Lab 2. or 1.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, i'm going to die for my chemistry test.&lt;br /&gt;i know nothing of chemical equations. all i know is that acid is sour, credit to wilson.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;so, joei is going to fail.&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;like, what am i going to do without my textbook.&lt;br /&gt;my key to success--*POOFed*&lt;br /&gt;errrr... yay lor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;life's been... dull.&lt;br /&gt;many stuff happened.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, many many stuff.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;yi tian suan yi tian bah.&lt;br /&gt;i've got nothing to lose except everything i have.&lt;br /&gt;i can't turn to anyone, everyone's got their own set of problems.&lt;br /&gt;don't expect too much from me.&lt;br /&gt;i may seem like i'm doing well.&lt;br /&gt;just continue thinking that i'm doing well.&lt;br /&gt;and leave me alone, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;you can't help. face it.&lt;br /&gt;it's scientifically proven.&lt;br /&gt;maybe you can help.&lt;br /&gt;but i won't let you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;a word of advice for you to go through life.&lt;br /&gt;don't trust people so easily.&lt;br /&gt;people are horrible, horrible beings.&lt;br /&gt;horrible, horrible beings.&lt;br /&gt;horrible, horrible beings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-4682619551273424027?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/4682619551273424027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=4682619551273424027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/4682619551273424027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/4682619551273424027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-cant-belive-im-going-to-say-this-but.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-4729931464494549218</id><published>2008-07-19T21:33:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T22:18:48.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;fatigue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been tired lately,&lt;br /&gt;been in trouble lately,&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many things are happening today.&lt;br /&gt;ended up going for a spin around the west side of singapore with goddad and my dearest sisters.&lt;br /&gt;and i must say, going out for a spin sometimes lets you loosen up for a while. (:&lt;br /&gt;had mcdonald's drive-thru,&lt;br /&gt;then went spinning around bird park and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;don't go chinese garden.&lt;br /&gt;the ponds, or rather, the water there look like GLUE. -.-&lt;br /&gt;then go see see statues,&lt;br /&gt;and most of them died immature deaths.&lt;br /&gt;though i didn't really recognize all of the statues, (only knew hua mulan. :D)&lt;br /&gt;but all are heroes. (:&lt;br /&gt;then walked another big round,&lt;br /&gt;soon after, dropped off for service. (:&lt;br /&gt;"see the stadium, then WIN LIAO, WIN LIAO."&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;god, do i love my sisters. (:&lt;br /&gt;and goddad's great use of technology to locate my church.&lt;br /&gt;"unable to connect. recalculating."&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the wonderful dayout. (:&lt;br /&gt;PETROL FREE TO YOU LAH,&lt;br /&gt;so next time, we shall go out for spins like this more often. (:&lt;br /&gt;since,&lt;br /&gt;"you know that&lt;br /&gt;sun is shining&lt;br /&gt;we'll keep drivin'&lt;br /&gt;doesn't matter where&lt;br /&gt;cos we got that open highway&lt;br /&gt;leadin' our way&lt;br /&gt;as long as you are there&lt;br /&gt;we can go anywhere."&lt;br /&gt;We Can Go Anywhere -- Jesse McCartney.&lt;br /&gt;one of my favourite tracks.&lt;br /&gt;and reminds me of someone, too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i STILL love you. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;i love you all.&lt;br /&gt;be strong.&lt;br /&gt;i'm with you,&lt;br /&gt;we're with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;somethings have to happen,&lt;br /&gt;but we're still here.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;and we all love you two.&lt;br /&gt;oh so very much.&lt;br /&gt;service was okay.&lt;br /&gt;but today... i didn't really feel His presence,&lt;br /&gt;and i wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;going next week, hoping to enjoy His presence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;or maybe i'll go tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;will be power praying tonight.&lt;br /&gt;for my sisters and goddad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;for my mum dad and bro.&lt;br /&gt;for my everybody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;peace out, everybody!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;oh yeah, one more thing i'd wanna say to goddad.&lt;br /&gt;WORLD SO BIG, YOU THINK NO SPACE FOR YOU IS IT."&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-4729931464494549218?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-415156914899311415</id><published>2008-07-11T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T23:21:41.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;irony.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sometimes when you're hurt so badly&lt;br /&gt;you tend to say some things that can hurt others&lt;br /&gt;because to you,&lt;br /&gt;you already feel like your life has been fucked up enough.&lt;br /&gt;shit happens to you, all the time.&lt;br /&gt;you win the prestigious international Worst Luck Award&lt;br /&gt;and you are the most miserable living organism on the Living Earth&lt;br /&gt;and that you're pathetic&lt;br /&gt;you're the biggest failure&lt;br /&gt;you're the ultimate loser&lt;br /&gt;you're the sinner&lt;br /&gt;you're the backslider&lt;br /&gt;you're the &lt;em&gt;worst&lt;/em&gt; human being with the &lt;em&gt;worst&lt;/em&gt; life ever.&lt;br /&gt;and so you say.&lt;br /&gt;you say hurtful things to others.&lt;br /&gt;you knew it'll hurt them.&lt;br /&gt;and you still let it pass your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you hurt them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;even when they've always been there&lt;br /&gt;even when they've always managed to make you smile&lt;br /&gt;even when they'll do anything to make things make a turn for the better&lt;br /&gt;even when they tried to make the situation positive&lt;br /&gt;even when they've tried to bring hope into the situation&lt;br /&gt;even when they've never blamed you&lt;br /&gt;even when they've never wanted you to return any favour&lt;br /&gt;even when they never expected you to love them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;i was hurt.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and there are another scenario.&lt;br /&gt;you're so &lt;strong&gt;buried&lt;/strong&gt; with your own problems.&lt;br /&gt;you've got so much to handle.&lt;br /&gt;you don't have time.&lt;br /&gt;you can't seem to find any solution to your overflowing number of problems.&lt;br /&gt;there didn't seem to be any ray of light at the end of the road.&lt;br /&gt;there doesn't seem to be an end of the road you're on in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;you want something,&lt;br /&gt;you can't get it.&lt;br /&gt;here comes frustration.&lt;br /&gt;you don't understand why it can't be yours.&lt;br /&gt;you don't understand why it can belong to someone else and not you.&lt;br /&gt;you want something to happen,&lt;br /&gt;it didn't turn out the way you wanted.&lt;br /&gt;here comes disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;you don't understand why things can't go according to your plans.&lt;br /&gt;you don't understand why your plan never works the way you wanted it to.&lt;br /&gt;there's bound to be alterations.&lt;br /&gt;bound to be modifications.&lt;br /&gt;it never turns out that way.&lt;br /&gt;and when others try to help you feel better,&lt;br /&gt;by offering their solutions to you.&lt;br /&gt;but you.&lt;br /&gt;feeling so down and dejected.&lt;br /&gt;you think your plan's the best.&lt;br /&gt;you can't find anything wrong with your plan.&lt;br /&gt;things can only work out your way,&lt;br /&gt;or it won't be considered as a solution.&lt;br /&gt;so you don't accept other's offered solutions.&lt;br /&gt;you are so confident that these other solutions won't do any help.&lt;br /&gt;and so you do things.&lt;br /&gt;to tell them, in a way,&lt;br /&gt;that if they stuck to your plan it'll work out.&lt;br /&gt;you do things.&lt;br /&gt;you know those things will cause dispute.&lt;br /&gt;will cause unhappiness.&lt;br /&gt;but you want things to turn out &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; way so badly.&lt;br /&gt;but you still do them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you hurt them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;even when they've always been there&lt;br /&gt;even when they've always managed to make you smile&lt;br /&gt;even when they'll do anything to make things make a turn for the better&lt;br /&gt;even when they tried to make the situation positive&lt;br /&gt;even when they've tried to bring hope into the situation&lt;br /&gt;even when they've never blamed you&lt;br /&gt;even when they've never wanted you to return any favour&lt;br /&gt;even when they never expected you to love them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;i was hurt.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the worst thing is.&lt;br /&gt;both situations are caused by your two, beloved best friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sometimes i'd rather shut up.&lt;br /&gt;stop asking so much from me, people.&lt;br /&gt;i'll only give you a dose of disappointment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i've lost all faith.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-415156914899311415?l=decodingthedajoeicode.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/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-6381596043315386924</id><published>2008-06-30T19:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T19:49:08.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;boredom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;zuraidah sisn't attend school today.&lt;br /&gt;O:&lt;br /&gt;and didn't leave work!&lt;br /&gt;O:&lt;br /&gt;*pssst. this is the part where you freak out and run around like it's the end of the world*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so i'm guessing it was an unforseen absence.&lt;br /&gt;cos... she doesn't don't-come-to-school often.&lt;br /&gt;O:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;today was such a looooooooong day.&lt;br /&gt;classes till 1.15pm nia,&lt;br /&gt;and yet.&lt;br /&gt;still so loooong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;gotta do tons of homework.&lt;br /&gt;but no mood leh. ):&lt;br /&gt;compo and book review leh...&lt;br /&gt;damned.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;can i don't do?&lt;br /&gt;and disappear.&lt;br /&gt;*POOF*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-6381596043315386924?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/6381596043315386924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=6381596043315386924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/6381596043315386924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/6381596043315386924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2008/06/boredom.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-8006384013654127095</id><published>2008-06-28T22:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T13:35:51.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;oh my god,&lt;br /&gt;so long since i've updated.&lt;br /&gt;O:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the competition is coming up,&lt;br /&gt;and i'm feeling the tension.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;it's always like that.&lt;br /&gt;but for the first time ever,&lt;br /&gt;we only have 6 weeks left.&lt;br /&gt;zhun zhun, 6 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;but we're so gonna own.&lt;br /&gt;so let's not talk about that anymore. xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ahh, first week of term 3.&lt;br /&gt;semester 2 of my sec 3 life.&lt;br /&gt;time passes so fast!&lt;br /&gt;i love my sec 3 life. :D&lt;br /&gt;it's like, you're a senior,&lt;br /&gt;and at the same time, not so much stress as sec 4.&lt;br /&gt;WOOO.&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, i'm in love with the temporary time table.&lt;br /&gt;they make thursday so rocks!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;whole day half slack man.&lt;br /&gt;and the day focused on maths.&lt;br /&gt;cool eh?&lt;br /&gt;but, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;on monday was first period physics.&lt;br /&gt;with mr tan.&lt;br /&gt;argh, mr ray chua only teaching us SPA now.&lt;br /&gt;boos.&lt;br /&gt;and mr tan dunno how to allocate seats one lur.&lt;br /&gt;D: i didn't get to sit near my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;crush&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;*moans*&lt;br /&gt;i was THIS close.&lt;br /&gt;rahhh.&lt;br /&gt;but never mind, at least there is charles and jovyn in front.&lt;br /&gt;one botak, one small eyes.&lt;br /&gt;cool-tesy. xD&lt;br /&gt;then it was P.E. period,&lt;br /&gt;damned. we got MOK.&lt;br /&gt;rahhh, "miss, clip up your hair,&lt;br /&gt;miss&lt;br /&gt;miss&lt;br /&gt;miss."&lt;br /&gt;totally sucky.&lt;br /&gt;but for this week, we only took height and weight.&lt;br /&gt;so slack all the way lur.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;best day of my life.&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;chinese, NO MORE WHONG!!!&lt;br /&gt;:DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;like, ohmygawd.&lt;br /&gt;when mrs goh told 3e1,&lt;br /&gt;the class went WOOOOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;then there's the classic "damn-that-was-a-good-one!" kind of table slams,&lt;br /&gt;clapping,&lt;br /&gt;whistles.&lt;br /&gt;best day of my life.&lt;br /&gt;best news i've ever heard.&lt;br /&gt;i'm telling you,&lt;br /&gt;tuesday's weather so FUCKING AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING FIRST-CLASS.&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;can't think of a better word.&lt;br /&gt;weather damned GOOD. :D&lt;br /&gt;sing to the tune of Goodbye my Lover by James Blunt, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;did i disappoint you&lt;br /&gt;or let you down&lt;br /&gt;should I be feeling guilty&lt;br /&gt;or let the judges frown&lt;br /&gt;cos i saw the end&lt;br /&gt;before we'd begun&lt;br /&gt;yes i saw you were blinded&lt;br /&gt;and i knew i had won&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;sing it all the way, people. sing it till&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goodbye my teacher&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my friend&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one for me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ahhh. i feel so GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;but i wanna go 3e3 for chinese leh.&lt;br /&gt;but ahh. don't ask for too much.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i changed seats.&lt;br /&gt;i now sit beside cheryl!&lt;br /&gt;i miss adele though.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;but i love my current seat.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;mrs goh dunno how to change seats too.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;she put all the fun and cool people on one side.&lt;br /&gt;if adele charles jason they all come over,&lt;br /&gt;i only can think of one word.&lt;br /&gt;AMEN.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;it's a great day man.&lt;br /&gt;witnessed a bug, around... 8cm big&lt;br /&gt;flew into the class during maths lesson.&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;miss zuraidah V.S. bug.&lt;br /&gt;miss zuraidah won!&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;actually, it's the bug who disqualified itself anyway.&lt;br /&gt;hit the fan!&lt;br /&gt;oww, eh?&lt;br /&gt;hit twice somemore.&lt;br /&gt;baseball homerun!&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thursday.&lt;br /&gt;or-cerm.&lt;br /&gt;lovin' school, all the way.&lt;br /&gt;was high the entire day!&lt;br /&gt;nice one, eh, brenda? xD&lt;br /&gt;think she'll say "means?"&lt;br /&gt;bitch. xD hahas.&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday, syafiq! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;friday.&lt;br /&gt;okay day.&lt;br /&gt;so anti-climax.&lt;br /&gt;thursday so high. -.-&lt;br /&gt;had physics SPA,&lt;br /&gt;did the "determine centre of gravity of irregular chapes" thing.&lt;br /&gt;hahas, i took the regular shpaed PINK card and wrote happy birthday&lt;br /&gt;then give it to aloy. xD&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday, aloy!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;you'd better like the card, dude.&lt;br /&gt;it's PINK. :D&lt;br /&gt;and brings back memories of our first combined physics SPA. xD&lt;br /&gt;hahas.&lt;br /&gt;but still, happy birthday! :D&lt;br /&gt;oh and during chemistry, our form teacher reminded us how much we love her.&lt;br /&gt;she is so darn cute.&lt;br /&gt;during chemistry period she wanted to show us vidoes on sensitive reactions of certain elements.&lt;br /&gt;and when you want to watch vids, where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;YouTube, duh.&lt;br /&gt;so she wanted to go to YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;but apparently, she did it in another way.&lt;br /&gt;her method is so... -.-&lt;br /&gt;first, go &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/"&gt;http://www.google.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then type, "youtube"&lt;br /&gt;click on the first link you see.&lt;br /&gt;cute eh?&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;then the whole class was like,&lt;br /&gt;eh, cher. heard of &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;cute please.&lt;br /&gt;maybe next time when i wanna update my blog, i'll go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/"&gt;http://www.google.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;type "yahoo"&lt;br /&gt;then click on first link i see, which will be &lt;a href="http://www.yahoo.com/"&gt;http://www.yahoo.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the type "blogger"&lt;br /&gt;then click the first link i see. :D&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i'll just do what.&lt;br /&gt;i'll save more time that way.&lt;br /&gt;go figure.&lt;br /&gt;then last period of F.T.&lt;br /&gt;YAY! wasted chinese. xD&lt;br /&gt;then we got our new timetable, the confirmed version.&lt;br /&gt;and guess what.&lt;br /&gt;wednesday, FOUR PERIODS OF MISS ZURAIDAH.&lt;br /&gt;this is what you call, SHIOK.&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;br /&gt;H&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;br /&gt;K.&lt;br /&gt;after recess somemore.&lt;br /&gt;we're all so dead.&lt;br /&gt;the school's out to murder us all.&lt;br /&gt;though i'm starting to like maths and everything&lt;br /&gt;but ever heard,&lt;br /&gt;too much of a good thing is not good?&lt;br /&gt;oh no, oh no, oh no.&lt;br /&gt;four periods.&lt;br /&gt;four periods.&lt;br /&gt;at least, if the last two periods are EL,&lt;br /&gt;can slack.&lt;br /&gt;won't so tirin'.&lt;br /&gt;but instead.&lt;br /&gt;to wind the day up,&lt;br /&gt;wednesday is finished with a chemistry SPA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HALLELUJAH.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;live with it lur.&lt;br /&gt;four periods of maths, train up brain stamina.&lt;br /&gt;good for the O's. :D&lt;br /&gt;*tries to think positive*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i can use a little cheer up by re-using the ol time table. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;that's the, y'know, small print. ;D&lt;br /&gt;literally.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ahhh, can't wait for monday all over again. (:&lt;br /&gt;oh, and did i mention?&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to dance school! ;D&lt;br /&gt;soon, but not now.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll finish up NJRC then decide.&lt;br /&gt;i love dancing, only that i didn't really tell the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;wooo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;life,here i go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh, one more thing.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm rated, 75 on mach. no wonder i'm in slytherin. -.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-8006384013654127095?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/8006384013654127095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=8006384013654127095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/8006384013654127095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/8006384013654127095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-my-god-so-long-since-ive-updated.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-8745242440611465073</id><published>2008-06-13T19:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T20:11:36.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>something always&lt;br /&gt;brings me back to you&lt;br /&gt;it never takes too long&lt;br /&gt;no matter what i say or do&lt;br /&gt;i'll still feel you here&lt;br /&gt;till the moment i'm gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you hold me without touch&lt;br /&gt;keep me without chains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never wanted anything so much&lt;br /&gt;than to drown in your love&lt;br /&gt;and not feel your reign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;set me free&lt;br /&gt;leave me be&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to fall another moment into your gravity&lt;br /&gt;here I am&lt;br /&gt;and i stand&lt;br /&gt;so tall&lt;br /&gt;just the way i'm supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you're on to me&lt;br /&gt;and all over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you loved me because i'm fragile&lt;br /&gt;When i thought that i was strong&lt;br /&gt;But you touch me for a little while&lt;br /&gt;and all my fragile strength is gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;set me free&lt;br /&gt;leave me be&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to fall another moment into your gravity&lt;br /&gt;here i am&lt;br /&gt;and i stand&lt;br /&gt;so tall&lt;br /&gt;just the way i'm supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you're on to me&lt;br /&gt;and all over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i live here on my knees as i&lt;br /&gt;try to make you see that you're&lt;br /&gt;everything i think i need here on the ground&lt;br /&gt;but you're neither friend nor foe though i&lt;br /&gt;can't seem to let you go&lt;br /&gt;the one thing that i still know is that you're keeping me&lt;br /&gt;down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're on to me, on to me and all over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something always brings me back to you&lt;br /&gt;it never takes too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-8745242440611465073?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/8745242440611465073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=8745242440611465073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/8745242440611465073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/8745242440611465073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2008/06/something-always-brings-me-back-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-1345131049836111009</id><published>2008-06-12T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T22:53:24.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;woots.&lt;br /&gt;changed blog skin!&lt;br /&gt;finally, in like, a century.&lt;br /&gt;wait.&lt;br /&gt;that makes me at least a century old.&lt;br /&gt;*cancels the word "century"*&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;c'mon, angels.&lt;br /&gt;let's see a little more drive. (:&lt;br /&gt;we.&lt;br /&gt;are.&lt;br /&gt;gonna OWN THE WHOLE NJRC!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;let's ROCK ON, girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;we can, we will. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;faith. let's all have it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;i've got so many things to say.&lt;br /&gt;to blog.&lt;br /&gt;to rant.&lt;br /&gt;but i won't. (:&lt;br /&gt;i'm lovin' life.&lt;br /&gt;again. xD&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;i'm 15.&lt;br /&gt;it's the age for rebellion. ;D&lt;br /&gt;*hints*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay, i've gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;i'll update more in soon to come. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;love you all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-1345131049836111009?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/1345131049836111009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=1345131049836111009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/1345131049836111009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/1345131049836111009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2008/06/woots.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-5031848996367524331</id><published>2008-06-09T09:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T09:38:33.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mornin', people.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;my cousin's probably on her way to hong kong now.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;she'd better buy my something back.&lt;br /&gt;or else.&lt;br /&gt;okay, gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;need to entertain certain people.&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;love you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-5031848996367524331?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/5031848996367524331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=5031848996367524331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/5031848996367524331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/5031848996367524331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2008/06/mornin-people.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-3463186569922717928</id><published>2008-06-04T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T23:15:25.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;AEM so rocks.&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the next time you see a traffic light spoil, call me. i know how to fix. -.-&lt;br /&gt;cos we learnt about L.E.D.s yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;and it's damn cool okay. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;monday was the first day of AEM.&lt;br /&gt;i went HIGH!&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;tofay's AEM was about Sounds.&lt;br /&gt;and Syafiq,&lt;br /&gt;is a cheater! D:&lt;br /&gt;dunno who said," siao ar, so fourth bell?? freak."&lt;br /&gt;end up,&lt;br /&gt;who did the fourth bell?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hmmmm? *stares at syafiq*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;grrr. i'll cut every wire you have on your circuit i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;cheater.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;but i forgive you lahs. (:&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;had a heart-to-heart talk with qutub just now.&lt;br /&gt;cried. end of story.&lt;br /&gt;boy, i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;wonder if you do.&lt;br /&gt;bet you don't.&lt;br /&gt;but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what if i told you i still loved you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-3463186569922717928?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/3463186569922717928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=3463186569922717928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/3463186569922717928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/3463186569922717928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2008/06/aem-so-rocks.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-7504274741925008029</id><published>2008-06-01T22:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T22:52:53.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;oh my god,&lt;br /&gt;seemed like a decade since i've updated.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;never mind, i'm here to update, anyway. :D&lt;br /&gt;let's update about previous days, yeah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12th may&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;baybeh's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;prepared a long letter.&lt;br /&gt;like, 12 pages long.&lt;br /&gt;and i only got a 2 page long from him. D:&lt;br /&gt;oh well, that's how life is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18th may&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first episode of the dumb R.E.M. show.&lt;br /&gt;i can't belive i watched it. -.-&lt;br /&gt;it's so... fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;it's just three ang-moh girls,&lt;br /&gt;pretending to be puzzled and interested in stupid, lousy so-called "mysteries".&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;so DUMB.&lt;br /&gt;what's happening to our level of creativity and originality, Singapore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23rd may&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;RoboPrenuer Carnival!&lt;br /&gt;rahhh, let's not talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;it's not well done.&lt;br /&gt;though adele and i swore that it was going to be a blast.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;i bet only 25 teams are participating next year,&lt;br /&gt;since in 2007, 100++ teams joined,&lt;br /&gt;2008, 50++ teams joined.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;so, hurray.&lt;br /&gt;and anyway,&lt;br /&gt;who was the one who said that he doesn't want to see people doing other people's jobs,&lt;br /&gt;and ended up doing the emcee's job?&lt;br /&gt;hmm, i wonder who.&lt;br /&gt;$0.10 reward for guessing correctly, people.&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, i would like to thank the principal, the vice-principal, guest of hounour(s), mr wee, miss sujena, mrs tan, mr thoo, my mark ang, mr soh, mr chng and everyone else who helped and contributed in making the event a possibility and a success. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24th may&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;the pain of leaving.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to feel that again.&lt;br /&gt;it's supposed to be a happy day,&lt;br /&gt;so,&lt;br /&gt;happy anniversary, darlin'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26th may&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Baby's leavin' for camp! D:&lt;br /&gt;4 days! D:&lt;br /&gt;i actually woke up at a friggin' 5am to see Baby off,&lt;br /&gt;and he was LATE.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;that bastard came at 5.34am.&lt;br /&gt;i stood there like an idiot for 34mins.&lt;br /&gt;and at that time,&lt;br /&gt;i learnt something.&lt;br /&gt;NCC guys, have an internal clock set in Tokyo.&lt;br /&gt;they're all late.&lt;br /&gt;say want to meet all at 5.20am.&lt;br /&gt;end up,&lt;br /&gt;yan quan came first at 5.32am.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;then helmi. then Baby.&lt;br /&gt;see? all of them, SO EARLY.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;anyway, then our class pissed miss zuraidah off.&lt;br /&gt;cos half the class didn't turn up for e-maths lessons.&lt;br /&gt;and the half of the people who turned up never do homework.&lt;br /&gt;so she just left after givin' holiday homework.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, she was hopping mad.&lt;br /&gt;but in the end, we apologized.&lt;br /&gt;sorry, miss zuraidah. D:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29th may&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;robotics camp!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;i'm part of the AWESOME AWESOME AWESOME ex-co'08. :DD&lt;br /&gt;we organized the camp,&lt;br /&gt;with the help of all of the teachers. (:&lt;br /&gt;so anyway,&lt;br /&gt;the camp had damn bad time-allocation.&lt;br /&gt;and bad time-management.&lt;br /&gt;we made a few mistakes here and there,&lt;br /&gt;that's why the amazing race started late.&lt;br /&gt;and thus, the nightwalk started late.&lt;br /&gt;nightwalk, wasn't scary.&lt;br /&gt;and wasn't a success.&lt;br /&gt;oh well,&lt;br /&gt;i hope everyone had fun anyway. (:&lt;br /&gt;was damned tired!&lt;br /&gt;in the afternoon,&lt;br /&gt;i managed to fetch Baby home. ;D&lt;br /&gt;i missed him oh so much!&lt;br /&gt;4 days leh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30th may&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;an okay day,&lt;br /&gt;which later turned out to be&lt;br /&gt;worse day of my life.&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;YOU didn't even text me a happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;so... disappointed. ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh yes,&lt;br /&gt;one more thing.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna PWN this year's NJRC.&lt;br /&gt;Angels and God will totally PWN.&lt;br /&gt;people,&lt;br /&gt;you guys should just give up and stop joining NJRC already.&lt;br /&gt;you know you're gonna losr anyway,&lt;br /&gt;so save yourself some 'face' and don't participate.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;see?&lt;br /&gt;i'm so concern for all of you.&lt;br /&gt;we're gonna PWN!!&lt;br /&gt;watch this space. :DDDDDDD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so anyway, then on 31st may went for service.&lt;br /&gt;(: was great!&lt;br /&gt;sang Alleluia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;alleluia, to Christ, the Lord.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;going on a 21-day fast for my 21-day prayers. (:&lt;br /&gt;anyone wanna join me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay, gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully this long post can cover up for my many days of absence. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;love you all, peaceout. &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-7504274741925008029?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/7504274741925008029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=7504274741925008029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/7504274741925008029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/7504274741925008029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-my-god-seemed-like-decade-since-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-6366365424190654034</id><published>2008-05-10T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T21:03:05.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i'm so sad. ):&lt;br /&gt;zack... died.&lt;br /&gt;he just did, yesterday, on my psp.&lt;br /&gt;)':&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i loved zack!&lt;br /&gt;he's so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;and he... died. )'x&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i cried watching the vid.&lt;br /&gt;): so darn sad!&lt;br /&gt;zack's death is SO UNNECESSARY!&lt;br /&gt;and Cloud just left him to die like that!&lt;br /&gt;no usage of Phoenix Down?? DDDD:&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;)'x ZAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-6366365424190654034?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/6366365424190654034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=6366365424190654034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/6366365424190654034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/6366365424190654034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-so-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-7138448222380716031</id><published>2008-05-04T12:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T12:41:52.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;don't ask me what am i doing here, instead of practicing maths sums.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not too sure myself.&lt;br /&gt;had a sudden need to blog, so....&lt;br /&gt;here i am.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well, hopefully the L.A. people are having fun! :D&lt;br /&gt;that's... one positive thing. :x&lt;br /&gt;i think.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i miss cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and babyboy didn't reply me.&lt;br /&gt;call me.&lt;br /&gt;talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;like, i'm so not lonely.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i feel like the luckiest girl in the world. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, went for service yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;was a pretty good service.&lt;br /&gt;like, OMG, we finally sang Beautiful Saviour.&lt;br /&gt;after an entire month! D:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh oh oh and my Crisis Core ff7 so rocks.&lt;br /&gt;my Zack made it to level 35 please! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;praise me for my hard work. xD&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;3 Cloud!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;*fantasizes* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and hell, Cloud likes Tifa. -.-&lt;br /&gt;what's so good about her?&lt;br /&gt;-.- sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay, i shall go back to my books.&lt;br /&gt;alone.&lt;br /&gt;since i have yet to receive any form of communication from babyboy.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;don't worry about it, i'm good at waiting.&lt;br /&gt;longest i've ever waited was 8856 hours.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-7138448222380716031?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/7138448222380716031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=7138448222380716031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/7138448222380716031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/7138448222380716031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2008/05/dont-ask-me-what-am-i-doing-here.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-7460139678170588558</id><published>2008-04-28T19:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T19:59:52.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;and yet another day passed.&lt;br /&gt;today's geography paper! and mother tongue paper one. -.-&lt;br /&gt;my geography paper is BUSTED.&lt;br /&gt;didn't write headlands and bays!&lt;br /&gt;fuck that shit lahs... i thought is cliff and shore platform. D:&lt;br /&gt;i even explained it okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;at least i don't feel like wilson,&lt;br /&gt;who did the entire paper.&lt;br /&gt;cos he never read instructions.&lt;br /&gt;it clearly states,&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER ONE QUESTION.&lt;br /&gt;then he do all the questions. -.-&lt;br /&gt;and forgo the LORMS!&lt;br /&gt;like, OMFG, wilson.&lt;br /&gt;you must be feeling so HIGH.&lt;br /&gt;guess what.&lt;br /&gt;TODAY WEATHER VERY FUCKING GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;(: you're so blessed.&lt;br /&gt;good luck, brother. GOOD LUCK.&lt;br /&gt;i think you're gonna geddit from mr andy.&lt;br /&gt;:x&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm going to get it to,&lt;br /&gt;but ahhh... i studied.&lt;br /&gt;and read INSTRUCTIONS.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;think that should save my ass lahs.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully. *gulps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh well. i studied the entire day,&lt;br /&gt;for a 45min paper.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is physics. -.-&lt;br /&gt;and my calculator failed on me.&lt;br /&gt;no batt! -.-&lt;br /&gt;sorry aishah! i didn't know there wasn't any bettery left.&lt;br /&gt;it was working fine on my E-Maths paper on friday. ._.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;such things, we can't foretell.&lt;br /&gt;just thank Lord that today no maths paper. :D&lt;br /&gt;still, sorry aishah! ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and talking about appliances failures.&lt;br /&gt;my chinese dictionary FAILED ON ME TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;like, in the middle of my chinese paper,&lt;br /&gt;i dunno how to write a word.&lt;br /&gt;i snorted,&lt;br /&gt;thinking,&lt;br /&gt;chey, i got electronic dictionary what. worry what.&lt;br /&gt;then the stupid dictionary FAILED ON ME.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;suddenly tio sot or something.&lt;br /&gt;damnit.&lt;br /&gt;like, i was actually panicky.&lt;br /&gt;i was like, WTF WTF WTF WTF. *punches letters furiously*&lt;br /&gt;but no signal.&lt;br /&gt;the dictionary waved the white flag at me.&lt;br /&gt;i look at the clock.&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes left.&lt;br /&gt;i looked at my paper.&lt;br /&gt;many blanks cos i dunno how to write the word.&lt;br /&gt;i looked around.&lt;br /&gt;and thought,&lt;br /&gt;AHHH! Lord might hear my prayers.&lt;br /&gt;though it's last minute and everything.&lt;br /&gt;so, spoke in tongues and tried to tell Him to save my dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;in the middle of my chinese paper, i was speaking in tongues. -.-&lt;br /&gt;in the end,&lt;br /&gt;my dictionary didn't get fixed. DDDDD:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;just this then, mr andy looked at the noticboard in our class, backfacing me.&lt;br /&gt;heng sial, mt andy our invigilator.&lt;br /&gt;so i turned around,&lt;br /&gt;asked dinah,&lt;br /&gt;DICTIONARY!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yah lahs, it's wrong and everything.&lt;br /&gt;can be considered cheating.&lt;br /&gt;but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;i had enough time to write and find most of the words.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay, this may sound dumb,&lt;br /&gt;but,&lt;br /&gt;thank you Lord for sending Dinah's dictionary. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh well. that's my exam day i guess.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully wilson feels better..&lt;br /&gt;don't dulan!&lt;br /&gt;what;s done cannot be undone.&lt;br /&gt;although today weather very first-class. :D&lt;br /&gt;okay okay i'll stop.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so there.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeahhs, i wish the L.A. team ALL THE BEST!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;you guys win something home, okay?&lt;br /&gt;i have faith in you.&lt;br /&gt;may He bless your trip. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so, i shall end my post here.&lt;br /&gt;think i'm gonna finish up with all the dumb housework,&lt;br /&gt;then do my physics,&lt;br /&gt;then call darl and tell him how much i love him. :D&lt;br /&gt;woo! i'm such a great planner. xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wilson! here's from me to you.&lt;br /&gt;TODAY WEATHER VERY GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;AIR VERY FRESH.&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE'S FACE VERY NICE TO SEE.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i love you, babyboy. &lt;3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-7460139678170588558?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/7460139678170588558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=7460139678170588558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/7460139678170588558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/7460139678170588558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2008/04/and-yet-another-day-passed.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-442186109014100021</id><published>2008-04-27T13:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T13:59:34.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is my... wait.&lt;br /&gt;*counts*&lt;br /&gt;63rd day with babyboy.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;37 days to go to 3 digits. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woots. MYE.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna flunk combined humanities. -.-&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;gotta go back to my books soon, but heck.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna talk to babyboy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday's service was okay.&lt;br /&gt;we didn't sing beautiful saviour!&lt;br /&gt;haven't sang it in a month. D:&lt;br /&gt;then went to starbucks with kenrick, lennard and kasey.&lt;br /&gt;to study for 20 minutes. :D&lt;br /&gt;then headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woo, what a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you darl. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-442186109014100021?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/442186109014100021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=442186109014100021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/442186109014100021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/442186109014100021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2008/04/today-is-my.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-2785985751064505512</id><published>2008-04-23T18:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T18:11:52.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;woots.&lt;br /&gt;feeling very happy today,&lt;br /&gt;but ain't starting on my revision.&lt;br /&gt;yet, okay&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;starting.. soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;qutub!&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry i missed 27 calls. :x&lt;br /&gt;i was sleeping and my phone was on silent!&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;still, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss call you 27 times, happy? :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;during chinese lesson, i was busy showing this to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;t(-_-t)&lt;br /&gt;love that cute emoticon please! xD&lt;br /&gt;today's chinese lesoon is so-- never mind.&lt;br /&gt;shan't waste my blog space and post space for that bitch. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hmm, miss zuraidah didn't come to class today.&lt;br /&gt;wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to do maths, to tell you the truth. :x&lt;br /&gt;and yes, you heard that from joei.&lt;br /&gt;JOEI, aka the no.1 fan for the ANTI-MATHEMATICs SOCIETY. :D&lt;br /&gt;mathematicians have NO LIFE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i love you darl. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;one more day to our second month! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;x)&lt;br /&gt;and yet, teo more days to our MYE. -.-&lt;br /&gt;x(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hurrah, hurrah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes, there'll be no end to our love story, babyboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-2785985751064505512?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/2785985751064505512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=2785985751064505512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/2785985751064505512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/2785985751064505512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2008/04/woots.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-3370551196157691220</id><published>2008-04-22T19:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T19:49:39.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i dunno what's my problem.&lt;br /&gt;okay?&lt;br /&gt;._.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i dunno what's wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;should be studying now.&lt;br /&gt;and what am i doing?&lt;br /&gt;updating this.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;i dunno what's my problem.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i seriously don't have the mood to.&lt;br /&gt;i can't seem to find the enthu-ness.&lt;br /&gt;._.&lt;br /&gt;those theories; i don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;those sums; i don't get.&lt;br /&gt;those formulas; i can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;those methods; i can't apply.&lt;br /&gt;those facts; i can't memorize.&lt;br /&gt;those terms, i get confused.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;._.&lt;br /&gt;like, i'm so going to SST again!&lt;br /&gt;fuck life fuck life fuck life.&lt;br /&gt;and yet, MYE is still drawing nearer and nearer.&lt;br /&gt;FUCK LIFE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;stop time, sherwin. PLEASE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i don't want to go for SST! ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-3370551196157691220?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/3370551196157691220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=3370551196157691220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/3370551196157691220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/3370551196157691220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-dunno-whats-my-problem.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-3688133037919299201</id><published>2008-04-21T19:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T19:57:49.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;hey people, i'm back.&lt;br /&gt;just felt like blogging, but don't know what to blog about exactly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THE FOLLOWING POST IS DEDICATED TO ADELE.&lt;br /&gt;adele dear,&lt;br /&gt;what happened to you?&lt;br /&gt;): i don't see you smile and laugh like before.&lt;br /&gt;did something happen?&lt;br /&gt;i'm always here for you.&lt;br /&gt;my phone's always charged up.&lt;br /&gt;i'm always at home after 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;): it pains me to see you like this.&lt;br /&gt;i seriously felt that tinge in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;that needle just keeps poking me.&lt;br /&gt;it pierced through.&lt;br /&gt;my heart is now wearing an earring.&lt;br /&gt;two, earrings. first one was by that 4E2 dude.&lt;br /&gt;no, not funny.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;adele, if there's anything,&lt;br /&gt;anything at all,&lt;br /&gt;you can tell me.&lt;br /&gt;i'll run over to yishun and hear you.&lt;br /&gt;even if it kills me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm here for you.&lt;br /&gt;i've always been.&lt;br /&gt;i love you, adele.&lt;br /&gt;don't be like this, okay?&lt;br /&gt;remember! pretty people SMILE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;great i sound like a lesbian. -.-&lt;br /&gt;i'm not, okay. -.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well, my life time now.&lt;br /&gt;i used to so love life.&lt;br /&gt;now... it's just, *pffft* gone.&lt;br /&gt;:( wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;been feeling so down lately.&lt;br /&gt;no darl, it ain't you.&lt;br /&gt;it's... i dunno. ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so tired.&lt;br /&gt;so sick.&lt;br /&gt;so un-joei-ish.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;joei smiles.&lt;br /&gt;joei jokes around.&lt;br /&gt;joei laughs at the slightest things.&lt;br /&gt;joei makes funny sarcastic remarks.&lt;br /&gt;joei loves her BFFs.&lt;br /&gt;joei is ever-optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;joei is a drama queen.&lt;br /&gt;joei lives as if there is no tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;): rahhh. i'm so sick and tired.&lt;br /&gt;and the fact that the mid year exams are coming doesn't help.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;Lord, save me.&lt;br /&gt;lead me through.&lt;br /&gt;i can't see the spark of light at the end of the tunnel anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i'm lost.&lt;br /&gt;i'm losing faith.&lt;br /&gt;i'm losing my mind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lord, save me. ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-3688133037919299201?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/3688133037919299201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=3688133037919299201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/3688133037919299201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/3688133037919299201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2008/04/hey-people-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-3380094693133918</id><published>2008-04-19T21:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T21:51:00.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woots, what a day.&lt;br /&gt;today's flag day! xD&lt;br /&gt;okay lahs, not as bad as i thought it'll be.&lt;br /&gt;:x&lt;br /&gt;am rather tired now.&lt;br /&gt;so i'll just summarize.&lt;br /&gt;and then rushed down to jurong for service.&lt;br /&gt;wore my uniform there. -.-&lt;br /&gt;and kasey ain't there!&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay my eyes look like jovyn's.&lt;br /&gt;i shall sleep.&lt;br /&gt;): darl ain't online! ):&lt;br /&gt;rahhh.&lt;br /&gt;shall see him tomorrow. (:&lt;br /&gt;i love you, darl! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-3380094693133918?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/3380094693133918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=3380094693133918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/3380094693133918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/3380094693133918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2008/04/woots-what-day.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-5461278477390995130</id><published>2008-04-15T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T21:44:50.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;i shall rip this from DINAH! :D while waiting for darl to come online. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;in the diary of jane;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How to play:&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. Press foward for each question.&lt;br /&gt;3. Use the song title as the answer to the question.&lt;br /&gt;if it doesn't make sense,&lt;br /&gt;No cheating.&lt;br /&gt;4. With the answers, give your own comments on how it relates to the questions.&lt;br /&gt;5. Tag 5 people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How are you feeling today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No Air-Jordin Sparks ft. Chris Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;woots. i feel breathless cos darl took my breath away. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will you get far in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love Story-Katharine McPhee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ooookay. good one. xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How do your friends see you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Face Down-The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i'm like, the optimistic one. o_o why the hell am i Face Down? o_o&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will you get married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm Not Missing You-Stacie Orrico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.... i will okay! and to darl. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What is your best friend's theme song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All We Are-OneRepublic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;so emo. ._. my BFFs ain't emo! :D we're a happy bunch. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What is the story of your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suddenly I See-K.T. Tunstall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:D jovyn! this is to you. xD no lahs, really. i love my life. (: suddenly i see. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What was high school like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Overloved-Paula DeAnda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:DDD totally! i &lt;3&gt;&lt;p&gt;How's your life going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Potential Breakup Song-Aly and AJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;o.o what a song to describe my life. ._. i'm lovin' it okay!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What's the best thing about your friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Far Away-Nickelback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(: it's good to have everyone reunited when everyone's been apart from each other; physcially and non-physically. (: i love you all! &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What song will they play during your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next To You-Jordin Sparks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(: Lord, i want to be Next To You. (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How does the world see you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because of You-Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;o_o ooooookay. point taken. o_o&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do people secretly lust after you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kiss The Girl-Ashley Tisdale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;rrrrright, i guess? *blinks*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How can you make yourself happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stranger-Hilary Duff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-.- right. *does the 'no link' hand sign*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What should you do with your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ever Ever After-Carrie Underwood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:D joei and darl, ever ever after! &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will you ever have children?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tattoo-Jordin Sparks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-.- *says nothing*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What song would you strip to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everyday-Zac Efron and Vanessa Hudgens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;*blinks* come again? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What does your mum thinks of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bubbly-Colbie Caillat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:D i'm bubbly! everybody says that. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What is your deep, dark secret?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love Song-Sara Bareilles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... *speechless* i... never knew.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What is your mortal enemy's theme song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crushed-Rosette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i don't have a mortal enemy. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What's your personality like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4ever-The Veronicas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:DDD look, darl! it's OUR SONG! :DDDDDD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What song will be played at your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She's No You-Jesse McCartney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;wow. last minute reassurance, eh? xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and darl ain't on yet. D:&lt;br /&gt;i've gotta go soon darl! ):&lt;br /&gt;darn.&lt;br /&gt;i love you! &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-5461278477390995130?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/5461278477390995130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=5461278477390995130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/5461278477390995130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/5461278477390995130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2008/04/d-i-shall-rip-this-from-dinah-d-while.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-2602434321717869383</id><published>2008-04-09T19:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T20:10:17.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOOOOTS! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;man, nothing's gonna bring me down for a while.&lt;br /&gt;i scored 19/25 for a-maths.&lt;br /&gt;19/25.&lt;br /&gt;19/25!! :DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;its 76% okay!&lt;br /&gt;no joke no joke!&lt;br /&gt;:DDDD&lt;br /&gt;i'm sooooo happy!&lt;br /&gt;those chiong(s) work, people.&lt;br /&gt;go and chiong.&lt;br /&gt;it so helps please!&lt;br /&gt;:DD&lt;br /&gt;19/25!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i passed my 2.4km run!&lt;br /&gt;:DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;double miracle!&lt;br /&gt;:DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;i'm HIGH!&lt;br /&gt;ran and ran and ran.&lt;br /&gt;stopped... a few times.&lt;br /&gt;but still, I PASSED!&lt;br /&gt;:DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is... chemistry and physics test.&lt;br /&gt;ahh damn.&lt;br /&gt;i suck at both. -.-&lt;br /&gt;but i'm gonna chiong. again. :D&lt;br /&gt;woots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you, darl!&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna cure your face. :D&lt;br /&gt;yes, i will. x)&lt;br /&gt;i love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-2602434321717869383?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/2602434321717869383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=2602434321717869383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/2602434321717869383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/2602434321717869383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2008/04/woooots-3-man-nothings-gonna-bring-me.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-8395690928332950865</id><published>2008-04-07T19:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T19:56:00.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love you darl! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;you stole my first ____ . :D&lt;br /&gt;return it to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-8395690928332950865?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/8395690928332950865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=8395690928332950865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/8395690928332950865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/8395690928332950865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-love-you-darl-3-you-stole-me-first.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-7155717066709205073</id><published>2008-04-04T20:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T19:59:36.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;helmi, hopefully you'll see this.&lt;br /&gt;here's your answer.&lt;br /&gt;"i do." (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-7155717066709205073?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/7155717066709205073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=7155717066709205073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/7155717066709205073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/7155717066709205073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2008/04/helmi-hopefully-youll-see-this.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-5280010525815178076</id><published>2008-04-02T22:27:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T20:25:34.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;been down lately,&lt;br /&gt;and i wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;oh well. everybody's got their days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes i wish i were a video game.&lt;/em&gt; i don't mind being GUNZ for a change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, school's been hectic.&lt;br /&gt;tests tests and more tests.&lt;br /&gt;i flunked English.&lt;br /&gt;yes. JOEI FAILED ENGLISH.&lt;br /&gt;i screwed up lahs!&lt;br /&gt;it's impossible for me to FAIL. especially ENGLISH.&lt;br /&gt;i screwed up. BIG TIME.&lt;br /&gt;stupid compo.&lt;br /&gt;i wrote out of point,&lt;br /&gt;and i didn't complete it.&lt;br /&gt;double bummer.&lt;br /&gt;damn damn damn.&lt;br /&gt;i want a RETEST.&lt;br /&gt;wait.&lt;br /&gt;i DEMAND a RETEST.&lt;br /&gt;don't need the whole class to retest.&lt;br /&gt;just me.&lt;br /&gt;i NEED to take a retest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;social studies. huh. i still got chance of not screwing up.&lt;br /&gt;one screw-up per day, please.&lt;br /&gt;i spent the first 10min of class reading my S.S. xD&lt;br /&gt;and i think i can pass.&lt;br /&gt;while, one the other hand,&lt;br /&gt;i can speak English for 15 years,&lt;br /&gt;and stand a chance to fail it.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so fucking &lt;strong&gt;COOL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MY ENGLISH GRADE!!!! &lt;p&gt;today's P.E. was great.&lt;br /&gt;cos we did nothing. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;apparently all the P.E. teachers are out, only left Mike Ng. that baldy.&lt;br /&gt;hahas. no offence, Mr Ng. the nickname sort of sticks with you. hehs.&lt;br /&gt;"nobody gonna love me, baby,&lt;br /&gt;i must stickwitu forevaaaaa~"&lt;br /&gt;okay okay i'll stop.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, thanks for letting us off for recess 10mins earlier. :D&lt;br /&gt;i needed that time to go study S.S.&lt;br /&gt;hahas. thanks yeahhs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;chinese.&lt;br /&gt;BORING.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and god damned it.&lt;br /&gt;that cheenah cher is gonna be our F.T. lahs.&lt;br /&gt;i love mrs goh!&lt;br /&gt;she promised that she'll love me. ):&lt;br /&gt;ahhh but adele says she's okay.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully she is. ._.&lt;br /&gt;well she'd better be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;or maybe, i can just celebrate the fact that at least that whong ain't our F.T.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;*throws confetti*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ahhh i can't seem to feel better. -.-&lt;br /&gt;i've been down lately!&lt;br /&gt;i wanna find that optimistic joei back.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;it's funny cos a year ago, i was feeling like SHIT now.&lt;br /&gt;around April like that.&lt;br /&gt;... which is now. -.-&lt;br /&gt;ahh, a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;should've put it behind me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;he's... gone.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, i'm actually looking forward to maths lessons nowadays! :D&lt;br /&gt;i love miss zuraidah.&lt;br /&gt;she's AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;though i don't really get a-maths yet.&lt;br /&gt;but i'll get by; asking her and clearing my doubts tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna PWN maths.&lt;br /&gt;min tun's in trouble. xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;miss ho!&lt;br /&gt;i'm screaming at the top of my voice now okay.&lt;br /&gt;"i LOVE MATHS"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss ho must be feeling so happy. (:&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;time to dance around like some maniac to loosen up, and feel better soon.&lt;br /&gt;and yes, everybody will think i'm crazy.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should close the door next time. *thinks*&lt;br /&gt;okay, bye people.&lt;br /&gt;gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dances*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-5280010525815178076?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/5280010525815178076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=5280010525815178076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/5280010525815178076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/5280010525815178076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2008/04/been-down-lately-and-i-wonder-why.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-6596084874121997004</id><published>2008-03-31T20:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T20:11:03.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;weeeeee another week passed.&lt;br /&gt;so fast, eh?&lt;br /&gt;i'm sec 3... and it's april! O:&lt;br /&gt;so fast.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;saturday service!&lt;br /&gt;pastor talked about indecisiveness.&lt;br /&gt;it's so... ironic.&lt;br /&gt;cos i was troubled by the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;... don't wanna talk about it,&lt;br /&gt;but yeahhs.&lt;br /&gt;love. who can explain? so complicated.&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes, you wonder if its love or infactuation.&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, anyhow,&lt;br /&gt;i made up my decision today.&lt;br /&gt;i love you darl. i just hope you feel the same way,&lt;br /&gt;and no infactuation-ness. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh i've got e maths homework.&lt;br /&gt;and chemistry worksheet.&lt;br /&gt;and gotta study for S.S. test tmr.&lt;br /&gt;SEQ. x(&lt;br /&gt;and chinese jian bao. damn that whong.&lt;br /&gt;she made us stay back today lahs!&lt;br /&gt;i didn't wanna go.&lt;br /&gt;but darl went, so i was like, tsk. might as well.&lt;br /&gt;turns out he went cos i went. -.-&lt;br /&gt;damn it.&lt;br /&gt;next time, i'm so not going.&lt;br /&gt;waste my time nia!&lt;br /&gt;till 3.30pm some more.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;waste my MONDAY!&lt;br /&gt;i love mondays!&lt;br /&gt;i know people hate mondays, but monday is the best day of the wekk. (:&lt;br /&gt;the next best day is friday.&lt;br /&gt;cos friday got short lessons,&lt;br /&gt;and the anticipation of the weekneds! :D&lt;br /&gt;but friday got 4 periods of maths,&lt;br /&gt;2 periods of chinese,&lt;br /&gt;and 1 period of physics. -.-&lt;br /&gt;its a maths-chinese day.&lt;br /&gt;but i still love it.&lt;br /&gt;cos maths rocks my life.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;serious. :D&lt;br /&gt;the rest? argh. SST spoiled every day.&lt;br /&gt;and have to stay to prepare for upcoming competitions...&lt;br /&gt;so yeahhs.&lt;br /&gt;but all these used to be like a chore.&lt;br /&gt;now... its like, i'm looking forward to every day,&lt;br /&gt;and i love school. (:&lt;br /&gt;today mr andy was saying about our future.&lt;br /&gt;made me really want to chiong for the O's next year.&lt;br /&gt;its so true.&lt;br /&gt;like, i've only got one shot.&lt;br /&gt;i screw up, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;i won't screw up.&lt;br /&gt;so i've gotta start now.&lt;br /&gt;back to a-maths revision!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chapter 1: simultaneous equations in MATRIX form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-6596084874121997004?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/6596084874121997004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=6596084874121997004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/6596084874121997004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/6596084874121997004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2008/03/weeeeee-another-week-passed.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-5069356859630619935</id><published>2008-03-26T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T22:00:26.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;yay. another day passed.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so loving God,&lt;br /&gt;i'm so loving my BFFs,&lt;br /&gt;i'm so loving Baby,&lt;br /&gt;and i can't believe it, but&lt;br /&gt;i'm so loving school!&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why, but i love school.&lt;br /&gt;okay. maybe not love. like.&lt;br /&gt;i like school! (:&lt;br /&gt;i can see Baby and my BFFs every day,&lt;br /&gt;i can peer over to the other side anytime,&lt;br /&gt;i can complain about chinese,&lt;br /&gt;i can do &lt;strong&gt;maths,&lt;/strong&gt; (omg, yes, maths. MATHS.)&lt;br /&gt;i like school. (:&lt;br /&gt;i haven't been meeting Baby in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;should wake up earlier.&lt;br /&gt;save up on those taxi fares too. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cheryl dear!&lt;br /&gt;get well soon, okay? hahas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hmmm, preparations for the competition.&lt;br /&gt;i'm lovin' it. (:&lt;br /&gt;can't believe i said that sial. xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;damn. physics homework.&lt;br /&gt;and i gotta do up the brochures for our "cafe".&lt;br /&gt;damn damn damn.&lt;br /&gt;but i love physics.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i mean, ain't it cool?&lt;br /&gt;gravity and everything.&lt;br /&gt;i'd rather study that than memorize bio notes. :D&lt;br /&gt;okay wait. i take back my statement. bio is cool too!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;i scored for my e-maths test! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;unbelievable, eh?&lt;br /&gt;but i failed my a-maths test. -.-&lt;br /&gt;life's fair, in a way. ho-hum. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;woots! i know its late and everything,&lt;br /&gt;but happy onemonthsary, Baby!&lt;br /&gt;i love you! &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ahh heroes!&lt;br /&gt;i wished i had a special ability. ):&lt;br /&gt;even if its emitting radiation.&lt;br /&gt;first person i'll find is whong.&lt;br /&gt;roast her alive. xD&lt;br /&gt;wait.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want radiation.&lt;br /&gt;i'll kill all the people close to me. o_o&lt;br /&gt;Baby can't DIE!&lt;br /&gt;O:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;still, i want an ability. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm loving my life! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-5069356859630619935?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/5069356859630619935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=5069356859630619935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/5069356859630619935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/5069356859630619935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2008/03/yay.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-3078010715468013284</id><published>2008-03-23T12:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T13:16:09.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;happy easter, everybody!&lt;br /&gt;woots. i love the drama at the expo one better. you guys should so catch it.&lt;br /&gt;today is the last day!&lt;br /&gt;last service commerces at.. aww man, 12.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;*lloks that clock*&lt;br /&gt;now its 12.46pm.&lt;br /&gt;you guys missed it. ):&lt;br /&gt;but for those who didn't,&lt;br /&gt;ain't the drama great??&lt;br /&gt;:DD&lt;br /&gt;"iMing, brought to you by iSin!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i love the concept. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the jurong one is also okay, but the expo one is much better.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;anyway, happy easter. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;long time since i've posted.&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;weeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;the sports carnival on thursday!&lt;br /&gt;columbus in last position, with tasman in first position. as usual. -.-&lt;br /&gt;like, every year, blue is like, always last.&lt;br /&gt;thats no wonder, its cos i never join in all 3 years. :D&lt;br /&gt;next year, i think i'm gonna pwn dodgeball. i think.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i was sick and running a temperature, so i was quiet and everything.&lt;br /&gt;... i don't want to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;the teachers-students game is such a disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;ray chua held the defender's shoulders please.&lt;br /&gt;how to defend properly?&lt;br /&gt;and mr chng grabs the ball like its a snitch and will fly away if he lets go. -.-&lt;br /&gt;then he does this "ball-dance" with his hands before throwing it. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i really like his style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and miss zuraidah can jump. o_o&lt;br /&gt;real high!&lt;br /&gt;i'm amazed.&lt;br /&gt;so thats it for thursday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;easter drama at the expo on friday!&lt;br /&gt;met adele, sherwin and dearest before going.&lt;br /&gt;then along the way, met eileen, jia ling, grace, some kid i don't know and STEVEN. xD&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe adele actually asked him where was his gameboy mirco. *lmao*&lt;br /&gt;then along the way, dearest kept laughing at steven.&lt;br /&gt;not that i can blame him.&lt;br /&gt;he was like," from today onwards, i will see JK differently."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;JK and jovyn, you guys can celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;got someone's eyes smaller than you 2-- combined. xD&lt;br /&gt;in fact, no eyes. SLITS.&lt;br /&gt;the drama stuff already mentioned above. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;jurong service on saturday!&lt;br /&gt;woots.&lt;br /&gt;the drama ain't all that good, expo was better.&lt;br /&gt;hahas.&lt;br /&gt;had dinner with kasey and family, then went home.&lt;br /&gt;i miss baby!&lt;br /&gt;one monthsary is tomorrow, darlin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;me smth. (:&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, i am seriously thinking about a career at DC.&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;i have this feeling that everyone whom i told about this thinks i'm joking.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not, okay.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-3078010715468013284?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/3078010715468013284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=3078010715468013284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/3078010715468013284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/3078010715468013284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-easter-everybody-woots.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-7221086007967624885</id><published>2008-03-13T15:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T16:54:58.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rahhh.&lt;br /&gt;when i can go online in the afternoon, dearest can't.&lt;br /&gt;when i can't, he's always there. -.-&lt;br /&gt;what fairness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dearest! i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;hope you're having fun at camp,&lt;br /&gt;though it won't be, since i'm not there to make it fun for you. :D&lt;br /&gt;woots! i've survived 9 hours without a single sms from dearest! :D&lt;br /&gt;reward please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, i wonder what you're doing.&lt;br /&gt;running around,&lt;br /&gt;missing me,&lt;br /&gt;geting sticky and sweaty and tanned,&lt;br /&gt;missing me,&lt;br /&gt;eat camp food,&lt;br /&gt;missing me,&lt;br /&gt;doing some planned activities,&lt;br /&gt;missing me,&lt;br /&gt;complain about the horrifying long queue in the bathroom,&lt;br /&gt;missing me,&lt;br /&gt;cursing those people who made you do push-ups and everything,&lt;br /&gt;missing me,&lt;br /&gt;talking to the rest of the ambassadors,&lt;br /&gt;missing me,&lt;br /&gt;complain about the horrifying long queue in the bathroom,&lt;br /&gt;missing me,&lt;br /&gt;going to bed,&lt;br /&gt;missing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt; i'm so good at this "guess-the-future-on what-you-are-doing" thing.&lt;br /&gt;well, at least, what you &lt;strong&gt;should &lt;/strong&gt;be doing. :D&lt;br /&gt;i miss you dearest! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-7221086007967624885?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/7221086007967624885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=7221086007967624885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/7221086007967624885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/7221086007967624885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2008/03/rahhh.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-2166253775742709894</id><published>2008-03-12T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T23:14:59.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;today was... (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a smiley face should do the trick!&lt;br /&gt;dearest! i love you. x)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cheryl! i'm sorry if you feel out!&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;brenda is constantly reminding me.&lt;br /&gt;sending me an SMS every hour. -.-&lt;br /&gt;i love cheryl okay! i didn't PS her.&lt;br /&gt;heard that, brenda?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;watched "Horton" with cheryl, sher, adele and dearest!&lt;br /&gt;wasn't such a nice film cos we missed the first part, but funny. xD&lt;br /&gt;reminds people of WILSON!&lt;br /&gt;especially the part with pink clovers all over. xDD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wilson made me laugh so much!&lt;br /&gt;and the fact that he wasn't even there makes it funnier. xD&lt;br /&gt;wilson was EVERYWHERE! xDDD&lt;br /&gt;*lmao*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i miss dearest!&lt;br /&gt;YAY to tomorrow. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ahh, gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE DEAREST!&lt;br /&gt;many many many MANY! &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-2166253775742709894?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/2166253775742709894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=2166253775742709894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/2166253775742709894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/2166253775742709894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2008/03/today-was.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-851479074279379077</id><published>2008-03-11T22:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T23:05:08.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;its feels &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt;. xD&lt;br /&gt;my latest addiction-- "Like Whoa" by Aly and AJ! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hmm, let's see, what did i do today?&lt;br /&gt;add maths, geog and chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;i developed a certain liking for amths sial!&lt;br /&gt;miracle, miracle. xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well, i miss somebody.&lt;br /&gt;come back, please?&lt;br /&gt;this ain't you.&lt;br /&gt;all of us will always welcome you with open arms.&lt;br /&gt;we love you!&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;i miss the old you, so so so much.&lt;br /&gt;we were soul SISTERS!&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;we can spend 4 hours talking on the phone and it will feel like 4 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;there won't be a single silent moment.&lt;br /&gt;we will laugh, and emo then laugh again over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you. we all miss you.&lt;br /&gt;why do i have this feeling that the old you,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;will never come back?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ahh, let's talk about today. :D&lt;br /&gt;i have a fabulous boyfriend that has a fabulous ability to keep me dry. :D&lt;br /&gt;like, my entire sleeve can be 99.9% drenched,&lt;br /&gt;my fingers dripping with rainwater,&lt;br /&gt;and soaked socks and shoes. :D&lt;br /&gt;fab, eddie. fab. :D&lt;br /&gt;no lah, don't worry. i'm not angry. (:&lt;br /&gt;hahas. i love you! &lt;3&gt; &lt;p&gt;rain rain rain.&lt;br /&gt;i suspect i'm meteor-whatever.&lt;br /&gt;y'know, that syndrome where you get emo when it rains. -.-&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes, i love the rain. :D&lt;br /&gt;hees, i'm not called weirdo for nothing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hmm, what else to update about?&lt;br /&gt;:D i know! be random!&lt;br /&gt;*starts to go random*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. i'm now level 11 in my bravestory. :D&lt;br /&gt;2. oooh, instant noodles! i want i want. :D&lt;br /&gt;3. dearest gonna shower. lonely time. hurrah.&lt;br /&gt;4. damn that jovyn. he not going out with u tmr! DAMN THAT NAKED MOLE RAT.&lt;br /&gt;5. eeewth, my hair is still wet.&lt;br /&gt;6. YIN-YANG-YO! yingyangyo, yinyangyo, YIN-YANG-YO!&lt;br /&gt;7. i miss brenda and vivian.&lt;br /&gt;8. oh oh oh, my a-maths hmwk! untouched.&lt;br /&gt;9. POKEMON! :D&lt;br /&gt;10. i want cookies. now.&lt;br /&gt;11. ahh, i gotta clip my nails.&lt;br /&gt;12. shut up, jerald.&lt;br /&gt;13. did i keep eddie's umbrella, or did i lose it?&lt;br /&gt;14. FREE CHOIR! :D&lt;br /&gt;15. resultant force = 14N.&lt;br /&gt;16. "he's the reason for the teardrops on my guitarrrrr"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:D gotta go now. I CAN'T WAIT FOR TMR!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I LOVE YOU, EDDIE!! MANY MANY MANY!! &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-851479074279379077?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/851479074279379077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=851479074279379077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/851479074279379077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/851479074279379077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-feels-good.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-1993050205582778999</id><published>2008-03-09T16:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T19:29:17.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woots, i'm back from camp!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;the camp is pass-able lahs.&lt;br /&gt;not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;i've got a bad tan! x(&lt;br /&gt;me no pretty anymore.&lt;br /&gt;but dearest will still love me right?&lt;br /&gt;*stares*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th march, WATER ACTIVITIES! :D&lt;br /&gt;wasted the first part of the day by learning cheers.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;cos it was raining, oh well. boos.&lt;br /&gt;and more boos to those people who made me feel squirmy.&lt;br /&gt;that includes you, dearest. grrr.&lt;br /&gt;did kayaking, dragon-boating and knot-tying.&lt;br /&gt;life lesson number one, DO NOT GO IN THE SAME KAYAK AS ADELE.&lt;br /&gt;she will want to capsize the entire kayak.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;i got the shock of my life man!&lt;br /&gt;si adele.&lt;br /&gt;then we didn't mange to capsizr the dragon boat though.&lt;br /&gt;:x&lt;br /&gt;but the attempts to capsize the boat made me sick. x(&lt;br /&gt;and my shoes! they're soooo wet and sandy inside. *ewwth*&lt;br /&gt;but i didn't lose my soles. :D adele lost her souls. xD&lt;br /&gt;so we headed back, and had dinner and the night walk.&lt;br /&gt;hahas, dearest's hair looks so good then i mess it up. xD&lt;br /&gt;then we headed to the tents.&lt;br /&gt;shared tent with cheryl, adele, jialin and karen!&lt;br /&gt;they're all loved. :D&lt;br /&gt;the only sucky part of the day was bathing. -.-&lt;br /&gt;so Jerom and Nigel brought us to the parking lots and we had a meeting.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;they're so cool please, we talked about mrs goh. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today we did LAND ACTIVITIES!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;rock-climbing, zipline, high elements, team-bonding obstacles, and abselling.&lt;br /&gt;COOL-NESS!&lt;br /&gt;we girls rock.&lt;br /&gt;the guys took so long to finish the obstacle course. xD&lt;br /&gt;zipline is AWESOME! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;and abselling and everything!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;our class cheer is cool too!&lt;br /&gt;shabb and guys, thanks for thinking of such a good cheer! :D&lt;br /&gt;and i though i lost my water bottle,&lt;br /&gt;till i realized it was in the tent. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch and dinner was... i shall say nothing.&lt;br /&gt;i love our instructors, Jerom and Nigel.&lt;br /&gt;they're so cute and sexyyyy. xD&lt;br /&gt;but heng lahs!&lt;br /&gt;today we didn't go for water activities,&lt;br /&gt;or i'll become so tanned! :O&lt;br /&gt;the campfire!&lt;br /&gt;BRAVO rocks more than ALPHA okay??&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;ahmad so owns.&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, the fire was so big and fascinating! woots.&lt;br /&gt;and wilson and ying shan.. shan't continue.&lt;br /&gt;sorry wilson! it was all in the name of fun.. didn't mean anything serious.&lt;br /&gt;sorry!&lt;br /&gt;3e1 class cheer ROCKS TO THE MAX MAX MAX!&lt;br /&gt;adnt then at night, we went to our parking lots to talk again.&lt;br /&gt;talk nonsense, as usual. xD&lt;br /&gt;then headed to the tents for sleep.&lt;br /&gt;dearest's arm replaces my bolster! &lt;3 color="#33cc00"&gt;adele and sher,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;cheryl and qutub,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;brenda and jovyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;dearest and me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;xD *lmao*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;we played cheat and mac. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;hahas, sherwin and jovyn lost. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;and we had our sleeping bags and everyting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;so we assumed that the macdonald's staff are thinking that we're gonna stay overnight and mac. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;so anyway, we saw qutub's mother at mac too. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;dearest looked like he was choking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;and they kept laughing and laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;woots, gotta go catch up with DTB. :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;dearest, when are you coming online? D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-1993050205582778999?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/1993050205582778999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=1993050205582778999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/1993050205582778999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/1993050205582778999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2008/03/woots-im-back-from-camp-d-camp-is-pass.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-3058278645427576055</id><published>2008-03-04T22:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T22:20:29.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i'm so lucky. really. i am so fucking lucky. can't imagine anyone luckier. read previous post to get a clue.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;shortest post. ever. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-3058278645427576055?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/3058278645427576055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=3058278645427576055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/3058278645427576055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/3058278645427576055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-so-lucky.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-1822864627929459112</id><published>2008-02-29T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T22:22:32.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i'm sitting here, wondering.&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking,&lt;br /&gt;i''m sorting out my mind.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;where did you go?&lt;br /&gt;i mean, yes, you are there.&lt;br /&gt;but.. you feel like a thousand miles away.&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;i don't know...&lt;br /&gt;huh, i can't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;it has hardly been a week.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i need answers to my questions.&lt;br /&gt;but... do i want to know the answers?&lt;br /&gt;if i do know them,&lt;br /&gt;would i be even worse, or better off?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm supposed to feel,&lt;br /&gt;"life is great! i'm a senior in my school, i'm not failing anything except maths, which is predictable, i've got a warm home to go to everyday, i've got sufficient money to spend (finally! well, almost. :p) i've got a working brain with only a slight childish mindset (SLIGHT. :D), i've a working body with no disability except my uncontrollable mouth when i get nervous, i'm pretty, (:D) i've got big eyes. (this is the part where brenda gets OWNed. :D)&lt;br /&gt;also,i have awesome BFFs who loves me,&lt;br /&gt;great friends who love me,&lt;br /&gt;God, who loves me,&lt;br /&gt;a boyfriend who loves me,&lt;br /&gt;a family who loves me&lt;br /&gt;and people who love me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;basically, i think i have almost everything.&lt;br /&gt;God has blessed me.&lt;br /&gt;i should be feeling so... blessed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;if thats the case,&lt;br /&gt;why am i here, feeling so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lonely? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-1822864627929459112?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/1822864627929459112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=1822864627929459112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/1822864627929459112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/1822864627929459112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-sitting-here-wondering.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-2126825645910435996</id><published>2008-02-29T16:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T17:21:54.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1618hrs.&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so bored.&lt;br /&gt;am in I.T. course now,&lt;br /&gt;and i'm dead bored. -.-&lt;br /&gt;hahas, mr mee tai mak is funny. xD&lt;br /&gt;the way he speaks and moves and everything. xD&lt;br /&gt;bored sial!&lt;br /&gt;and syafiqah is running around like a maniac. -.-&lt;br /&gt;updates later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1625hrs&lt;br /&gt;still as bored. -.-&lt;br /&gt;wah biang, he wants us to start a website like friendster?&lt;br /&gt;oh please.&lt;br /&gt;he looks up to us too much.&lt;br /&gt;hahas, i should have&lt;br /&gt;bored bored bored.&lt;br /&gt;updates later.&lt;br /&gt;1715hrs&lt;br /&gt;sent a lame sms to dearest. -.-&lt;br /&gt;SUE YOU IN COURT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;adele wrote that. -.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-2126825645910435996?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/2126825645910435996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=2126825645910435996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/2126825645910435996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/2126825645910435996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2008/02/argh.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-7269871370637636695</id><published>2008-02-26T19:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T19:59:17.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;weeeee!&lt;br /&gt;damn chinese! spoiled the entire day. -.-&lt;br /&gt;or it will be an okay day after all.&lt;br /&gt;today's a normal tuesday...&lt;br /&gt;and i passed my chinese.&lt;br /&gt;damn!&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to transfer remedial classes!&lt;br /&gt;damn damn damn.&lt;br /&gt;x( i don't wanna see that whong!&lt;br /&gt;and i haven't do her homework.&lt;br /&gt;jasmine's bag is still with her.&lt;br /&gt;god damned it.&lt;br /&gt;lao gong! i will bring that bag back to you.&lt;br /&gt;someday. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;JOVYN NEO, the next time you throw things at Qutub,&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE AIM.&lt;br /&gt;you keep hitting me.&lt;br /&gt;curse you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but i got my revenge anyway.&lt;br /&gt;i hope you like your chemistry notes, jovyn!&lt;br /&gt;adele and i deco-ed it for you. :D&lt;br /&gt;deco-ed it suring EL class today.&lt;br /&gt;miss rita thought jovyn and i was supposed to switch places. xD&lt;br /&gt;she was like, completely convinced! *lmao*&lt;br /&gt;oh well, all the better!&lt;br /&gt;more time with dearest. x)&lt;br /&gt;but miss rita is good okay.&lt;br /&gt;cannot bully her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then it was SST, blah blah blah..&lt;br /&gt;chemistry remedial was boring, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;like, sheeeeesh. who cares about electrons and protons?&lt;br /&gt;then headed down to the library for SST.&lt;br /&gt;and angela made this poem for me!&lt;br /&gt;okay fine. i demanded it from her.&lt;br /&gt;i jealous she wrote one to cheryl and not me.&lt;br /&gt;i saw her do one for cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;so cheryl has one.&lt;br /&gt;so i had none.&lt;br /&gt;so i wanted one! D:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas. :D&lt;br /&gt;and deco was pretty. (:&lt;br /&gt;thanks angela!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;headed home with jovyn, adele and dearest!&lt;br /&gt;adele, i'm glad you two worked out! all the best! :D&lt;br /&gt;so dearest and jovyn walked me home.&lt;br /&gt;okay, main reason was cos they wanted to but printed paper.&lt;br /&gt;aka duel masters cards.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, how childish can they-- never mind.&lt;br /&gt;i used to think i was dead childish.&lt;br /&gt;until i met dearest, that is. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lalalas. i'll update on why i had swollen eyes this morning later. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i love you, dearest! &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-7269871370637636695?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/7269871370637636695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=7269871370637636695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/7269871370637636695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/7269871370637636695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2008/02/weeeee-damn-chinese-spoiled-entire-day.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-895745129611560745</id><published>2008-02-25T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T22:17:22.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahas, thanks jovyn,&lt;br /&gt;for giving up your seat for me. (:&lt;br /&gt;thanks thanks.&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;today is so boring please.&lt;br /&gt;especially that I&amp;amp;E workshop we had.&lt;br /&gt;goddamn boring!&lt;br /&gt;they thought all of us are gonna be inventors. -.-&lt;br /&gt;and the making the bridge thing,&lt;br /&gt;everyone made zig-zags. -.-&lt;br /&gt;copy edsel! grrr.&lt;br /&gt;5.30pm took so long to arrive!&lt;br /&gt;damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh, today nothing to update liao.&lt;br /&gt;tmr is chinese.&lt;br /&gt;DAAAAAAMN!!!! :@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adele, i hope things clear up.&lt;br /&gt;i'll pray for you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heroine, ily! many many many. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-895745129611560745?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/895745129611560745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=895745129611560745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/895745129611560745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/895745129611560745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2008/02/hahas-thanks-jovyn-for-giving-up-your.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-2984113441747815652</id><published>2008-02-22T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T22:08:17.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;AHHHHH i blew my physics!&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know how to calculate the size of the frictional force or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;DAMN IT.&lt;br /&gt;mr ray chua, you never teach! x(&lt;br /&gt;maybe you did and i forgot i guess.&lt;br /&gt;argh, DAMNED!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and my a-maths retest.&lt;br /&gt;its as good as gone!&lt;br /&gt;damn it damn it damn it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;no I.T. course today; how sad.&lt;br /&gt;robotics was boring.&lt;br /&gt;so i walked around the school with vivian!&lt;br /&gt;vivian, get well soon!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lala~ then i revised maths.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't, actualyl, was writing again.&lt;br /&gt;i love writing. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and yes, i waited.&lt;br /&gt;hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lala~ ily. x) woots! &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-2984113441747815652?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/2984113441747815652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=2984113441747815652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/2984113441747815652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/2984113441747815652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2008/02/ahhhhh-i-blew-my-physics-i-didnt-know.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-2989410538504482038</id><published>2008-02-21T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T22:43:14.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;i'm confused again.&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;it sucks to be confused! x(&lt;br /&gt;especially when its not schoolwork and you can't ask teachers for solutions.&lt;br /&gt;and tomorrow is pure physics and a-maths retest.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so deeeeead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;daniel; i said we'll talk after service. stop asking me questions!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;walked to school today with edselina.&lt;br /&gt;like every other day. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"YOU REALLY NEED A GIIIIIIIRLLLLLFRIEEEEND!" xDD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;crammed maths and blah,&lt;br /&gt;lessons, blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;life is so boring nowadays, nothing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; happened in class. -.-&lt;br /&gt;oh and chemistry!&lt;br /&gt;the paper has the same question mrs goh went trpgh with us that same day!&lt;br /&gt;and its that darn question that i MISSED!&lt;br /&gt;fuck life sial.&lt;br /&gt;so suay. x(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;e-maths was a little tough..&lt;br /&gt;but i can manage.&lt;br /&gt;can pass lahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yesterday was the 20th feb.&lt;br /&gt;a year ago, 2oth feb 2007,&lt;br /&gt;was a special day.&lt;br /&gt;so fast yeahhs. 1 year liao.&lt;br /&gt;you said," no"&lt;br /&gt;"never"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"tough luck for u"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and that makes you the suckiest person ever.&lt;br /&gt;i shall forget you.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;and move on.&lt;br /&gt;oh wait! i think i already did,&lt;br /&gt;about time too;&lt;br /&gt;took me an entire &lt;s&gt;second&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;minute&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;hour&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;day&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;week&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;month&lt;/s&gt; year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;but when you're near--- I SHALL NOT CONTINUE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;anyway, jovyn, updating your blog isn't playing. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ahhh sian-ness.&lt;br /&gt;physics and a-maths.&lt;br /&gt;damn damn damn.&lt;br /&gt;then after that got robotics and I.T. course. -.-&lt;br /&gt;i really love friday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh oh oh, i almost forgot!&lt;br /&gt;friday still got chinese!&lt;br /&gt;fuck sia, that whong.&lt;br /&gt;knnb.&lt;br /&gt;have to do composition, i think.&lt;br /&gt;DAMN.&lt;br /&gt;think i'm acting sick tmr.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and hurray!&lt;br /&gt;singapore is hosting the first YOG ever!&lt;br /&gt;:DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;i'm so proud to be a singaporean!&lt;br /&gt;:DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;yayness!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ahhh bored. -.-&lt;br /&gt;nothing to update liao.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-2989410538504482038?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/2989410538504482038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=2989410538504482038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/2989410538504482038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/2989410538504482038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2008/02/ahhh.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-8968208591681773019</id><published>2008-02-19T21:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T21:41:54.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;hahas, well at least i think i am.&lt;br /&gt;yes yes, go on,&lt;br /&gt;say that this bitch here is damn shameless.&lt;br /&gt;but i think i'm pretty.(:&lt;br /&gt;you may not think i am,&lt;br /&gt;i might be ru hua to you,&lt;br /&gt;but its what i think that matters!&lt;br /&gt;*ppbfts* xp&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you must be thinking why did i say that all of a sudden huh.&lt;br /&gt;cos today during chinese, that bitch has done it again.&lt;br /&gt;she was talking crap like what she does all day,&lt;br /&gt;then she kept crapping on about what she witnessed (apparently) last friday.&lt;br /&gt;it was okay,&lt;br /&gt;until she said,&lt;br /&gt;(translated into EL.)&lt;br /&gt;"C.R., i believe that with your current qualities,&lt;br /&gt;you can -and will- find someone else better."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;fuck you bitch.&lt;br /&gt;what are you trying to say?&lt;br /&gt;you trying to say i'm not good enough?&lt;br /&gt;and god, boy was that whong succesful.&lt;br /&gt;i did feel ugly.&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;i really felt horrible.&lt;br /&gt;and i really felt guilty,&lt;br /&gt;useless,&lt;br /&gt;and ugly.&lt;br /&gt;i hate feeling ugly.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it so much till i cried.&lt;br /&gt;for the first time ever in all my 14 years,&lt;br /&gt;i felt ugly.&lt;br /&gt;okay, second.&lt;br /&gt;the first was when that 4E2 dude left me.&lt;br /&gt;so i cried.&lt;br /&gt;cos i felt ugly.&lt;br /&gt;and guilty.&lt;br /&gt;just now, that is.&lt;br /&gt;now i'm feeling better.&lt;br /&gt;so now,&lt;br /&gt;nobody's gonna make me feel ugly!&lt;br /&gt;:DD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i feel &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pretty,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;oh so&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;pretty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and pretty and witty and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;and i pity,&lt;br /&gt;any girl who isn't me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;TODAY!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am beautiful&lt;br /&gt;no matter what they say&lt;br /&gt;Words can't bring me down&lt;br /&gt;I am beautiful in every single way&lt;br /&gt;Yes, words can't bring me down&lt;br /&gt;So don't you bring me down today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lalalas~ i hate you, whong. i don't even bothering addressing you with the 'mdm' in front anymore, since you're such a whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M SO PRETTEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edselina + joei = PRETTEH 4ever! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-8968208591681773019?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/8968208591681773019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=8968208591681773019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/8968208591681773019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/8968208591681773019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-7785728859119215650</id><published>2008-02-17T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T21:57:52.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;went for service yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;and i did feel better!&lt;br /&gt;woots.&lt;br /&gt;in fact,&lt;br /&gt;i felt a little guilt for scolding that bitch in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;but nevertheless, i won't do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;it shall stay there,&lt;br /&gt;like HISTORY!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;woots.&lt;br /&gt;pastor talked about the 10 values we should have.&lt;br /&gt;i shan't list them,&lt;br /&gt;cos we all ought to know and follow them. (:&lt;br /&gt;then i had bible studies with claris.&lt;br /&gt;thank you lennard and claris for the bible! (:&lt;br /&gt;i will read it everyday. (:&lt;br /&gt;(i realized that i'm the only person who calles claris claris and not chow tee. -.-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so anyway,&lt;br /&gt;daniel, thanks for kidnapping my beloved psp.&lt;br /&gt;i really needed that.&lt;br /&gt;thanks daniel. really thanks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and then kenrick they all went to do some childish acts,&lt;br /&gt;by spinning on the merry-go-round. -.-&lt;br /&gt;and they all got themselves damn sick. xD&lt;br /&gt;i have really entertaining friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so then we all went to eat.&lt;br /&gt;and i headed home.&lt;br /&gt;my thats my saturday. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-7785728859119215650?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/7785728859119215650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=7785728859119215650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/7785728859119215650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/7785728859119215650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2008/02/went-for-service-yesterday-and-i-did.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-312854002929408728</id><published>2008-02-16T13:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T14:21:08.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;let's just say.&lt;br /&gt;i have 4 words to scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCK YOU, MDM WHONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i don't understand you.&lt;br /&gt;why must you bring such a small matter up to the Highs?&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;do you know,&lt;br /&gt;that you've not only ruined my reputation,&lt;br /&gt;you've also made ME responsible for ruining my class'es and CCA's reputation.&lt;br /&gt;let me ask you something.&lt;br /&gt;you're such a sickening BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;have you ever thought about how others will suffer once you do that?&lt;br /&gt;have you ever sit down for a while and wonder,&lt;br /&gt;why do people want to say such things about you?&lt;br /&gt;have you ever wondered how much you're hated by students?&lt;br /&gt;yes, hate.&lt;br /&gt;all of you know how much i despise that word.&lt;br /&gt;and yet i'm using it now.&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm in the wrong.&lt;br /&gt;but to me,&lt;br /&gt;you're in a bigger wrong.&lt;br /&gt;such things can be discussed over a cup of tea,&lt;br /&gt;just between you and me.&lt;br /&gt;why would there be such a need to bring it up?&lt;br /&gt;are you afraid that you might not be able to handle it?&lt;br /&gt;thats why you PUSHED RESPONSIBILITY??&lt;br /&gt;is that it?&lt;br /&gt;you wanna know what i think?&lt;br /&gt;you wanna know what i think of you?&lt;br /&gt;i think you are a coward.&lt;br /&gt;you are too scared to handle such things yourself.&lt;br /&gt;you didn't handle this matter yourself,&lt;br /&gt;you let mdm koh do it for you.&lt;br /&gt;you did not even approach me and talk to me about this issue after mdm koh talked to me.&lt;br /&gt;you are a fuckng bitch who doesn'y have any bravery to see this matter.&lt;br /&gt;okay, maybe you did wanted to meet me.&lt;br /&gt;i swear;&lt;br /&gt;i did give you many intercomm calls to you.&lt;br /&gt;but you didn't pick up.&lt;br /&gt;i' even went to the G.O. to look for you.&lt;br /&gt;and the staff there said they cannot contact you at all,&lt;br /&gt;despite that i didn't see them try.&lt;br /&gt;so then,&lt;br /&gt;i went to look for you.&lt;br /&gt;i went to look for you ON FOOT.&lt;br /&gt;i walked around the school,&lt;br /&gt;asking everybody and anybody i knew where were your whereabouts.&lt;br /&gt;but to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;whose fault?&lt;br /&gt;i spent half an hour looking for you.&lt;br /&gt;it was my lunch period.&lt;br /&gt;i spent it all LOOKING FOR YOU FUCKING ASS.&lt;br /&gt;i called you at 1435hrs, 1445hrs and then lastly at 1500hrs.&lt;br /&gt;at 1500hrs,&lt;br /&gt;you finally picked it up.&lt;br /&gt;you scolded me.&lt;br /&gt;you said why didn't i look for you earlier.&lt;br /&gt;I DID.&lt;br /&gt;but where were you?&lt;br /&gt;you blame it on me.&lt;br /&gt;but whose fault is it?&lt;br /&gt;whose fault?&lt;br /&gt;mine?&lt;br /&gt;it was mine?&lt;br /&gt;fuck that shit, NO.&lt;br /&gt;it WAS NEVER mine,&lt;br /&gt;it IS not mine,&lt;br /&gt;and it WILL NEVER BE mine.&lt;br /&gt;i hate you so much.&lt;br /&gt;i really really do.&lt;br /&gt;because of you,&lt;br /&gt;i have to go through counselling,&lt;br /&gt;which i don't need,&lt;br /&gt;i have to do CBO,&lt;br /&gt;which i don't need,&lt;br /&gt;i have a 'FAIR' for my conduct.&lt;br /&gt;which i'll never need.&lt;br /&gt;did you really think i was the only one who wrote those stuff about you?&lt;br /&gt;HELL NO.&lt;br /&gt;so many others do.only that i became a srcapegoat for all of them.&lt;br /&gt;are you happy now?&lt;br /&gt;are you?&lt;br /&gt;y'know, i'm hoping you're reading this.&lt;br /&gt;because there's nothing you can do about it.&lt;br /&gt;i shall become a coward like you.&lt;br /&gt;i shall delete this post once you know about it.&lt;br /&gt;and i'll start denying that i posted this.&lt;br /&gt;aren't teachers supposed to show an example for us students?&lt;br /&gt;i shall do cowardly things like you.&lt;br /&gt;i hate you so much.&lt;br /&gt;because of you,&lt;br /&gt;i have to go through this.&lt;br /&gt;because of you,&lt;br /&gt;i need to do so many useless stuff.&lt;br /&gt;i need to stay back for counselling, and CBO.&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;i really, really hate you.&lt;br /&gt;i've never used that word since p4,&lt;br /&gt;and here i am now.&lt;br /&gt;saying it.&lt;br /&gt;on somebody.&lt;br /&gt;in fact,&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i should waste time on you.&lt;br /&gt;i don't see why i should dedicate such a long post for you.&lt;br /&gt;wanna know why i did anyway?&lt;br /&gt;its because i PITY you.&lt;br /&gt;i PITY you that so many people hate and despise you.&lt;br /&gt;i PITY your inability in handling your own affairs.&lt;br /&gt;i PITY your failure in socialising with the students.&lt;br /&gt;i PITY you.&lt;br /&gt;i hate you so fucking much.&lt;br /&gt;what right do you have to pry my privacy?&lt;br /&gt;who gave you the right to read theat letter?&lt;br /&gt;are you adele? HELL NO!!&lt;br /&gt;just like when you confiscate people's phones.&lt;br /&gt;do you read their phone messages?&lt;br /&gt;same concept, isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;you said teachers do have the right to check student's phones for illegal contents.&lt;br /&gt;they have a so-called right to invade student's privacies.&lt;br /&gt;hey, while you're at it,&lt;br /&gt;why don't you lick my sanitary pads?&lt;br /&gt;they are private too.&lt;br /&gt;you have the right, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;seriously,&lt;br /&gt;this so-called right to read student's stuff should be abolished.&lt;br /&gt;i really hate you so much.&lt;br /&gt;and to add,&lt;br /&gt;vivian broke up with me.&lt;br /&gt;she doesn't want to be my friend anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna die please.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;gotta go church service.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll feel better after i do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-5337615633977295128</id><published>2008-02-12T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T22:46:24.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow, a week since i updated!&lt;br /&gt;impressive, joei, impressive. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall update about a summary of events from CNY onwards!&lt;br /&gt;woots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THURDAY, 7th FEB&lt;br /&gt;chu yi!&lt;br /&gt;went visiting, like every year.&lt;br /&gt;hahas.&lt;br /&gt;and i only collected a friggin $120!&lt;br /&gt;curses.&lt;br /&gt;what can i do with $120??&lt;br /&gt;total some more!&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;but anyway,&lt;br /&gt;i felt really pretty on chu yi!&lt;br /&gt;though i don't think other people though the same,&lt;br /&gt;but i felt PRETTEH. :D&lt;br /&gt;"i feel pretty,&lt;br /&gt;oh so pretty,&lt;br /&gt;and pretty and witty and GAY!&lt;br /&gt;and i pity&lt;br /&gt;any girl&lt;br /&gt;who isn't me&lt;br /&gt;TODAYYYY."&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;hahas.&lt;br /&gt;still, (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay fast forward to chu san cos chu er is boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY, 9th FEB&lt;br /&gt;hahas today was family day.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;watched CJ7 with me dad me mum and me bro.&lt;br /&gt;funny show, but didn't really had a main story line.&lt;br /&gt;love the part where xiaodi was punished by standing for not having sports shoes with that big 'girl'.&lt;br /&gt;funny sia!&lt;br /&gt;then we headed home at around 10 and i finished xiaolin showdown lvl 2 on my psp. :D&lt;br /&gt;oh boy, my kimiko is strong!&lt;br /&gt;so is omi. :D&lt;br /&gt;"that would be most kind of you." -Omi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY, 10th FEB&lt;br /&gt;went for service,&lt;br /&gt;and brought adele along!&lt;br /&gt;woots.&lt;br /&gt;but we didn't sing "beautiful saviour"!&lt;br /&gt;*pouts*&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, today pastor kong spoke to us!&lt;br /&gt;i love pastor kong!!&lt;br /&gt;he spoke to us about, the relationship between man and wife.&lt;br /&gt;the resposibility of the husband&lt;br /&gt;and the responsibility of the wife.&lt;br /&gt;so he went through the story of Judah and Tamer,&lt;br /&gt;Genesis 38;&lt;br /&gt;and it was so ironic.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, the topic on relationships.&lt;br /&gt;shall not go into it furthur, hahas.&lt;br /&gt;so you can flip to your bible and read the story if you want.&lt;br /&gt;but for the sake of those who do not own a bible,&lt;br /&gt;i sahll be the kind soul that i've always been,&lt;br /&gt;and do this for the benefit and you all. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 At that time, Judah left his brothers and went down to stay with a man of Adullam named Hirah. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 There Judah met the daughter of a Canaanite man named Shua. He married her and had relations with her; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 she became pregnant and gave birth to a son, who was named Er. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 She conceived again and gave birth to a son and named him Onan. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 She gave birth to still another son and named him Shelah. It was at Kezib that she gave birth to him. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 Judah got a wife for Er, his firstborn, and her name was Tamar. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 But Er, Judah's firstborn, was wicked in the LORD's sight; so the LORD put him to death.&lt;br /&gt;8 Then Judah said to Onan, "Lie with your brother's wife and fulfill your duty to her as a brother-in-law to produce offspring for your brother." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9 But Onan knew that the offspring would not be his; so whenever he lay with his brother's wife, he spilled his semen on the ground to keep from producing offspring for his brother. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 What he did was wicked in the LORD's sight; so he put him to death also.&lt;br /&gt;11 Judah then said to his daughter-in-law Tamar, "Live as a widow in your father's house until my son Shelah grows up." For he thought, "He may die too, just like his brothers." So Tamar went to live in her father's house.&lt;br /&gt;12 After a long time Judah's wife, the daughter of Shua, died. When Judah had recovered from his grief, he went up to Timnah, to the men who were shearing his sheep, and his friend Hirah the Adullamite went with him.&lt;br /&gt;13 When Tamar was told, "Your father-in-law is on his way to Timnah to shear his sheep," &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14 she took off her widow's clothes, covered herself with a veil to disguise herself, and then sat down at the entrance to Enaim, which is on the road to Timnah. For she saw that, though Shelah had now grown up, she had not been given to him as his wife.&lt;br /&gt;15 When Judah saw her, he thought she was a prostitute, for she had covered her face. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16 Not realizing that she was his daughter-in-law, he went over to her by the roadside and said, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Come now, let me sleep with you." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"And what will you give me to sleep with you?" she asked. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17 "I'll send you a young goat from my flock," he said. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Will you give me something as a pledge until you send it?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;18 He said, "What pledge should I give you?" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Your seal and its cord, and the staff in your hand," she answered. So he gave them to her and slept with her, and she became pregnant by him. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19 After she left, she took off her veil and put on her widow's clothes again.&lt;br /&gt;20 Meanwhile Judah sent the young goat by his friend the Adullamite in order to get his pledge back from the woman, but he did not find her. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21 He asked the men who lived there, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Where is the shrine prostitute who was beside the road at Enaim?" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"There hasn't been any shrine prostitute here," they said.&lt;br /&gt;22 So he went back to Judah and said, "I didn't find her. Besides, the men who lived there said, 'There hasn't been any shrine prostitute here.' "&lt;br /&gt;23 Then Judah said, "Let her keep what she has, or we will become a laughingstock. After all, I did send her this young goat, but you didn't find her."&lt;br /&gt;24 About three months later Judah was told, "Your daughter-in-law Tamar is guilty of prostitution, and as a result she is now pregnant." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Judah said, "Bring her out and have her burned to death!"&lt;br /&gt;25 As she was being brought out, she sent a message to her father-in-law. "I am pregnant by the man who owns these," she said. And she added, "See if you recognize whose seal and cord and staff these are."&lt;br /&gt;26 Judah recognized them and said, "She is more righteous than I, since I wouldn't give her to my son Shelah." And he did not sleep with her again.&lt;br /&gt;27 When the time came for her to give birth, there were twin boys in her womb.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28 As she was giving birth, one of them put out his hand; so the midwife took a scarlet thread and tied it on his wrist and said, "This one came out first." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29 But when he drew back his hand, his brother came out, and she said, "So this is how you have broken out!" And he was named Perez. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30 Then his brother, who had the scarlet thread on his wrist, came out and he was given the name Zerah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, having relations with someone means sex. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-note to self: get a bible.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then they had this big gathering at the front&lt;br /&gt;and all the married couples were there.&lt;br /&gt;then they were so-called remarried,&lt;br /&gt;but to the same person.&lt;br /&gt;sweet! they got a rose each.&lt;br /&gt;hahas.&lt;br /&gt;then after service adele and i went to get a rose form the ushers. -.-&lt;br /&gt;tevhinically, i did.&lt;br /&gt;adele refused to ask.&lt;br /&gt;but she wanted one.&lt;br /&gt;so being the very kind soul i am.&lt;br /&gt;i helped her.&lt;br /&gt;ADELE ONG, i treat you sooo well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then we went to bai nian to various homes,&lt;br /&gt;but i only went to kasey's.&lt;br /&gt;and my aunt doesn't want to give me an extra ang pow. -.-&lt;br /&gt;so i only gained....&lt;br /&gt;nothing. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY, 12th FEB&lt;br /&gt;had the temperature taking exercise today,&lt;br /&gt;and as usual,&lt;br /&gt;i didn't bring thermometer.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;so i initially wanted to stand,&lt;br /&gt;and mrs goh caught me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;but vivian lent me hers,&lt;br /&gt;so i was 'saved'.&lt;br /&gt;talk about integrity.&lt;br /&gt;and ironicly,&lt;br /&gt;miss chris talked about the best student of the month award,&lt;br /&gt;and this month is about integrity. -.-&lt;br /&gt;lawls.&lt;br /&gt;think mr wee saw lahs.&lt;br /&gt;so i gotta give it to her back.&lt;br /&gt;then he lent me his.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why he did,&lt;br /&gt;after all those stuff i've done.&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, thanks mr wee.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry, vivian stead-stead!&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;note to mrs goh: YAY! you have one less person to consider fot the best student of the month award,&lt;br /&gt;since this month is about integirty. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mdm whong, whats your problem.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't hand in homework lahs.&lt;br /&gt;so she took my shoes.&lt;br /&gt;no wait.&lt;br /&gt;technically,&lt;br /&gt;its one shoe.&lt;br /&gt;and my ez-link card.&lt;br /&gt;so i walked around the whole school the whole time with one shoe.&lt;br /&gt;my right shoe.&lt;br /&gt;and my left feet was left empty,&lt;br /&gt;abandoned,&lt;br /&gt;stepped on,&lt;br /&gt;tortured,&lt;br /&gt;cold,&lt;br /&gt;isolated,&lt;br /&gt;bare,&lt;br /&gt;and uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;when i walked, i was unbalanced.&lt;br /&gt;so was walking like -_-_-_-_-&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;i really dunno whats her problem, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;i got it back anyway,&lt;br /&gt;so i have nothing to complain about.&lt;br /&gt;and something tells me i should start working on a back-up copy of my corrections,&lt;br /&gt;because i will inevitably fail my chinese spelling,&lt;br /&gt;again,&lt;br /&gt;unlike some lucky bastards who get scot-free cos they've got 10/20. -.-&lt;br /&gt;but in the end i finished both during SST, so yeahhs.&lt;br /&gt;i took back my shoe and ez-link card.&lt;br /&gt;you're so LAWLS, mdm whong. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;notes to self:&lt;br /&gt;-bring thermometer,&lt;br /&gt;-do a copy of chinese back up corrections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's about it. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-5337615633977295128?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/5337615633977295128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=5337615633977295128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/5337615633977295128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/5337615633977295128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2008/02/wow-week-since-i-updated-impressive.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-6084542508939101724</id><published>2008-02-05T21:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T13:52:16.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;happy birthday, mum! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-6084542508939101724?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/6084542508939101724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=6084542508939101724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/6084542508939101724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/6084542508939101724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-birthday-mum-d.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-9029678073613241303</id><published>2008-02-04T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T17:04:26.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>found this while random blogging.&lt;br /&gt;like, i might as well. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If your doctor told you TODAY that you were pregnant, what would you say?&lt;br /&gt;- *gulp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 . Do you trust all of your friends?&lt;br /&gt;- duh! i love 'em all. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Would you move to another state or country to be with the one you love?&lt;br /&gt;- definitely! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you believe that everything happens for a reason?&lt;br /&gt;- yeahhs. fullstop. everything really happens for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Name two things you would NOT tolerate in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;- cheating, and empty promises. they hurt. alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 . Which one of your friends do you think would make the best doctor?&lt;br /&gt;- none! :D they all have 'special abilities'. -.- *looks at brenda*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Are you afraid of falling in love?&lt;br /&gt;- why? of course not. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Is there someone who pops into your mind at random times?&lt;br /&gt;- :D *blushes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Would you stop talking to your friends because you hooked up with a new person?&lt;br /&gt;- No!! i would NEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. When was the last time you flew in a plane?&lt;br /&gt;- ... two years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What did the last text message you sent say?&lt;br /&gt;- "Okay! :D wait yeahhs..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What features do you find most attractive in the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;- everything! woots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Fill in the blank. I _______ you in my life..&lt;br /&gt;- need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Attached or Single?&lt;br /&gt;- Single. hopefully not for long. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. If you were to wake up from being in a coma for a long period of time who would you call?&lt;br /&gt;- mum. or dad. or... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. How many kids do you want to have?&lt;br /&gt;- 2 max. so when people asks you, you say, "i have children." makes it plural, you see. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Love Someone?&lt;br /&gt;- yeahhs. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.Where was your MSN display picture taken?&lt;br /&gt;- home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What's your middle name?&lt;br /&gt;- i don't have one, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Honestly, what's on your mind right now?&lt;br /&gt;- :D shit my ears are red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. If you could go back in time and change something, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;- lots.. but no point looking back cos you can't change 'em anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Shoe size?&lt;br /&gt;-6 and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What are you wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;-erm, this huge plain shirt and underwear. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Righty or Lefty?&lt;br /&gt;- right. i'll live 9 years longer! woots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Best place to eat?&lt;br /&gt;- in front of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Favorite animal?&lt;br /&gt;- omg too many!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Favorite juice?&lt;br /&gt;-lime! sour sour sweet sweet. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 . Have you had the chicken pox?&lt;br /&gt;- not yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Have you had a sore throat?&lt;br /&gt;- last week. it ws baaaaad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Ever had plastic surgery?&lt;br /&gt;- nope, and never will i. woots! joei &lt;3 joei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Who knows you the best?&lt;br /&gt;-God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you get along with your family?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes. heh. i spend more time in school then at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Do you wear contact lenses or glasses?&lt;br /&gt;- glasses! they hide my eye rings. really, really ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Ever been in a fight with your pet?&lt;br /&gt;- boh pet. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Been to Mexico?&lt;br /&gt;- soon! SOON! but i really want to visit Japan more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Did you buy something today?&lt;br /&gt;-yeahhs, lunch. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Did you get sick today?&lt;br /&gt;- had flu from last week. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Do you miss someone today?&lt;br /&gt;- this dumb quiz gets my ears red again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Did you get in a fight with someone today?&lt;br /&gt;- no! i'm guai and lovable. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. When is the last time you had a massage?&lt;br /&gt;- ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Last person to lay in your bed?&lt;br /&gt;- JOEI TAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Last person to see you cry?&lt;br /&gt;- i can't remember..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. What was the last channel you watched?&lt;br /&gt;- channel five! thats when i almost watched final destination 2 yesterday, but i chickened out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. What are your plans for the weekend?&lt;br /&gt;- hopefully, go out with ______. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Who do you think will repost this?&lt;br /&gt;- eh... dunno. people who want to lor. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Are you happy?&lt;br /&gt;- yeahhs! kinda lovin' life now, even though i got NO LIFE due to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Who was the last person you hung out with?&lt;br /&gt;- my church friends! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. final question... do you have a crush?&lt;br /&gt;- ...shit i look like a tomato! *covers face a runs away, screaming*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;updates in the evening!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-9029678073613241303?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/9029678073613241303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=9029678073613241303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/9029678073613241303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/9029678073613241303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2008/02/found-this-while-random-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-7521146514289377033</id><published>2008-02-03T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T18:43:15.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>anybody knows how to do the maths homework?&lt;br /&gt;i need help.&lt;br /&gt;i can't even do a single question.&lt;br /&gt;both E and A maths.&lt;br /&gt;HELP NEEDED!&lt;br /&gt;call me if you know any. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a long day yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;went for physics remedial lessons in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;around...8?&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 7. punctual, eh?&lt;br /&gt;hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after physics i had to rush home.&lt;br /&gt;prepare for service and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;then ran out again for church.&lt;br /&gt;adele! you must come next week yeahhs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway before i did, we played food snakes-and-ladders.&lt;br /&gt;met eileen and grace at Boon Lay before meeting the rest.&lt;br /&gt;then i found myself running here and there to eat stuff. o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenrick, i still blame you.&lt;br /&gt;i help your team eat half a curry puff.&lt;br /&gt;you made me run to meet my REAL team.&lt;br /&gt;like, grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, i found out i was in claris' team instead.&lt;br /&gt;and so i ran to meet them.&lt;br /&gt;in the end they ended up in the station where i was before i ran to meet them.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;ahhh... we didn't win!&lt;br /&gt;never mind there's still a next time. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went for service.&lt;br /&gt;saw cheryl and kelly!&lt;br /&gt;woots.&lt;br /&gt;i love 'em both!&lt;br /&gt;and there still got a few ADSSians who i thought will never go to church were there.&lt;br /&gt;woots, more souls saved. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was this drama for CNY special.&lt;br /&gt;it was about reunion dinner lur.&lt;br /&gt;i love the drama ministry!&lt;br /&gt;think i'm gonna join. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pastor talked about fortitude.&lt;br /&gt;and he made me recall about robotics.&lt;br /&gt;was pretty quiet as i thought and listen.&lt;br /&gt;YAY! we sang "beautiful saviour" today!&lt;br /&gt;i won my bet!&lt;br /&gt;x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ELIZABETH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then i skipped fellowship and headed home cos it was 6.&lt;br /&gt;gotta reach home soon!&lt;br /&gt;so i went home with the elizabeth(s).&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took a nap at 7 when i reached home.&lt;br /&gt;turns out it wasn't a nap.&lt;br /&gt;i slept all the way till 10 today.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;edselina counted, 14 hours!&lt;br /&gt;woots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today, didn't really do much,&lt;br /&gt;except to SMS,&lt;br /&gt;and pack my bag and room a little.&lt;br /&gt;and being stuck in maths homework.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;---fullstop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh i'm dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to self: visit the toys section of departmental stores more often!&lt;br /&gt;toys!&lt;br /&gt;toys&lt;br /&gt;TOYS! :D&lt;br /&gt;don't think dirty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-7521146514289377033?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/7521146514289377033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=7521146514289377033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/7521146514289377033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/7521146514289377033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2008/02/anybody-knows-how-to-do-maths-homework.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37951921.post-6399479307744126530</id><published>2008-01-30T23:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T23:26:28.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm sick!&lt;br /&gt;and being sick sucks.&lt;br /&gt;big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bummer.&lt;br /&gt;i can't seem to pay attention in class today.&lt;br /&gt;i have this sore throat,&lt;br /&gt;this stupid runny nose,&lt;br /&gt;these terrible dry coughs,&lt;br /&gt;this feverish feeling.&lt;br /&gt;swollen eyes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what more??&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;today during SST was my confession time.&lt;br /&gt;they made me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"oi , for starters, i'm totally into you. :D"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today's vegetarian day.&lt;br /&gt;so i realised next week is family Dinner.&lt;br /&gt;you know,&lt;br /&gt;Tuan Yuan Fan.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm vegetarian!!!&lt;br /&gt;O_O&lt;br /&gt;imagine crab, prawns, chicken, fish and every find of delicacy.&lt;br /&gt;and i can only eat greens.&lt;br /&gt;what a sacrifice!&lt;br /&gt;what a commitment to my vegetarian life!&lt;br /&gt;and the dinner MUST,&lt;br /&gt;MUST,&lt;br /&gt;MUST be on wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think brenda and adele will win their bet.&lt;br /&gt;x(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i can always wait till thursday midnight to eat the leftovers. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-gulps-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37951921-6399479307744126530?l=decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/feeds/6399479307744126530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37951921&amp;postID=6399479307744126530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/6399479307744126530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37951921/posts/default/6399479307744126530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decodingthedajoeicode.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-sick-and-being-sick-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>joei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075128038554018023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gdqsvKziFo/SlNV8xnt2mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bUYGzzp3ipc/S220/Image019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
