<?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-5545275</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:59:01.911+08:00</updated><category term='listening'/><category term='reading'/><category term='watching'/><category term='travel'/><category term='newzealand'/><category term='say no evil'/><category term='musings'/><category term='overheard'/><title type='text'>(j)0yz (t)o (t)he (w)orld</title><subtitle type='html'>i'll fly with you through the night, 
&lt;br&gt;so you know im not letting go.
&lt;br&gt;my tears like rain fill up the sky,
&lt;br&gt;oh my love im not letting go. 
&lt;br&gt;i wont let you go.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>511</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-5450680957197929124</id><published>2007-07-29T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T15:20:28.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>going once, going twice, gone!</title><content type='html'>After about four years of blogging here, I've decided to &lt;a href="http://joyztotheworld.wordpress.com/"&gt;move on&lt;/a&gt; to Wordpress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This site will still remain as it is for I cannot bear to delete it though it will not be updated anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times, Blogger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-5450680957197929124?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/5450680957197929124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/5450680957197929124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2007/07/going-once-going-twice-gone.html' title='going once, going twice, gone!'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-6443647863566946923</id><published>2007-05-30T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T01:34:39.614+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>a secs ago (pardon my grammar)</title><content type='html'>Hello. Here are two reasons why I haven't been blogging recently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) My com died. As in permanently died. Now, for those who know, my previous com was always dying. But this time, it got serious, decided that seven years of existence was WAY too much and died on me. So here I am, with my previous previous old old com which is filled with files from 2005. And hence, I have to upgrade all the programs etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, talking about upgrading programs, please do NOT leave me offline messages on MSN. I can't read them because I am NOT using Windows Live Messenger. And that's because since version 7, MSN hasn't been bothered to cater to people using Windows 98. Because WHO USES WIN98 NOWADAYS ANYWAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ahem. Except me. Anyhow, I couldn't be bothered to upgrade &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lar&lt;/span&gt;. Any upgrades/additional features will just slow down the previous previous old old com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ahem ahem. Actually, I just checked and yes, I can use the newest version but as I said, I honestly couldn't be bothered because it's just going to slow my com. In fact, in my opinion, the best version of MSN is still the first few versions where there isn't all that annoying nudging and animated emoticons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I was down with a very bad case of suspected food poisoning. Now, food poisoning is usually nothing to me because I'm quite a pro at puking and diarrhea. But the fever. Omg, I'm hardly down with fever. But this time it went up to 39.4 and it was absolutely horrible. But I recovered pretty fast(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, one funny thing happened while I was sick. I was in the middle of my porridge when one strand of hair (mine) fell into the bowl. I was so grossed out, I said aloud, "I'm so gonna puke". And my dad gave me the please-run-quickly-to-the-toilet-now look because I er, nearly/puked on him a little. But his look! It was priceless. (I'm so sorry dad!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be going to Korea (South) from 02 June to 09 June. Please tell me if you want to get anything and I'll do my best to get it. Oh, and requests for Korean hunks come with a special fee(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-6443647863566946923?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/6443647863566946923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/6443647863566946923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2007/05/secs-ago-pardon-my-grammar.html' title='a secs ago (pardon my grammar)'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-5738424589040528477</id><published>2007-05-11T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T18:38:48.995+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='watching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>kaname&lt;3</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry I haven't been blogging lately. I've been busy... not working. Actually, I've been doing alot of revenge reading and watching. Why revenge? Because, in the past 2 years, I never had time to do any of these until now. And boy, life is sweet(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I've caught Spiderman 3, which was in my humble opinion, only so-so. The story got a little draggy but the action scenes were good. And I also watched a couple of DVDs like The Beat That My Heart Skipped (French) and The Spanish Apartment (French). Both were good and if you are interested, I can lend you The Beat That My Heart Skipped. (Not The Spanish Apartment though, it is not mine) I rewatched the Matrix trilogies and things made more sense now. And the Korean drama, My Lovely Samsoon, which I really like. It's really cute and funny(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also watched The Phantom Of The Opera with Yip and it was amazing! The set was impressive, it absolutely complimented the talents of the cast. The costumes were beautiful. And all the singing and dancing! And Raoul!(: To sum it up, my dad asked if it was worth the $145 and it is worth every single penny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, thanks to ppx, I got hooked on a new manga, Vampire Knight. It's really funny how I can get easily hooked on something. For example, after bugging ppx to recommend one title to read, I bought the first book of VK and finished it the very same day. The next day, I went out to buy the 3 remaining books and finished it in one afternoon. And then, I went online to read the scanlations for the 5th and 6th book because it is not yet available in Singapore. For the past 2 days, all I did was read VK:S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder if celebs are human because they can seem so out of the world. Here are some words of wisdom from Naomi Campbell's recent stint, doing community service at a sanitation building for throwing her mobile phone at her assistant:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We start sweeping so intently and get a rhythm going. I have to tell you, I find solace in sweeping. I have no other responsibilities. I have no phone. I have time to think. I just have, you know, peace."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So I keep on sweeping. I'm moving so fast they tell me to slow down. I'm getting very protective of my pile of rubbish—kind of the way I feel about my Hermès handbag or my Louis Vuitton."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the complete article &lt;a href="http://www.style.com/w/feat_story/050907/full_page.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing before I begin working on the next batch of photos: I've already accepted fass(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-5738424589040528477?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/5738424589040528477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/5738424589040528477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2007/05/kaname3.html' title='kaname&lt;3'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-5177409198152652833</id><published>2007-04-28T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T00:53:47.893+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='newzealand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>Christchurch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At Christchurch, we met up with friends who not only helped to show us around but also got some "essentials" for us. New Zealand, like Australia is very strict with regards to the food/beverages that you can bring into their country. I think it has got something to do with them being a (largely) agricultural country. So they are very weary of visitors bringing in any germs or harmful diseases (through food stuffs) that can harm their main industry. As a result, we did not bring any rice, instant noodles or canned food from Singapore. So our friends in nz got them for us instead. Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christchurch is a beautiful city with many gothic-like buildings. The most famous building/structure/monument is the Christ Church Cathedral:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/Rit3rcRmzeI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8i0Oo0isdto/s1600-h/Img_0159+E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/Rit3rcRmzeI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8i0Oo0isdto/s320/Img_0159+E.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056266594861632994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/Rit3_8RmzjI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8lRI345FDK8/s1600-h/Img_0158+E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/Rit3_8RmzjI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8lRI345FDK8/s320/Img_0158+E.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056266947048951346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry, no more photos of the chuch. Photos are allowed inside, but I think you need to buy a photo pass (which I obviously didn't)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/Rit3rsRmzfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/p9HYLSH6mlw/s1600-h/Img_0167+E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/Rit3rsRmzfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/p9HYLSH6mlw/s320/Img_0167+E.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056266599156600306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Christ Church Cathedral is situated in Cathedral Square. And in the square itself, there are actually people playing chess with a giant chess set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/Rit3rsRmzgI/AAAAAAAAAGU/bucvtT-Fsz8/s1600-h/Img_0168+E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/Rit3rsRmzgI/AAAAAAAAAGU/bucvtT-Fsz8/s320/Img_0168+E.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056266599156600322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favourite. I can't remembered what it's called though :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/Rit3r8RmzhI/AAAAAAAAAGc/3iRzFXoxfmQ/s1600-h/Img_0169+E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/Rit3r8RmzhI/AAAAAAAAAGc/3iRzFXoxfmQ/s320/Img_0169+E.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056266603451567634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;GLOUCESTER! WHAT ART THOU DOING HERE? Haha, anyway, nz is heavily influenced by the British. It's like another Britain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/Rit3r8RmziI/AAAAAAAAAGk/-VsOllNc2og/s1600-h/Img_0178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/Rit3r8RmziI/AAAAAAAAAGk/-VsOllNc2og/s320/Img_0178.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056266603451567650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trams. Not really in used. Remained as a tourist attraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/Rit27cRmzZI/AAAAAAAAAFc/uKcOfkoPyNo/s1600-h/Img_0188+E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/Rit27cRmzZI/AAAAAAAAAFc/uKcOfkoPyNo/s320/Img_0188+E.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056265770227912082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/Rit27cRmzaI/AAAAAAAAAFk/gyExjyJA3fE/s1600-h/Img_0190+E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/Rit27cRmzaI/AAAAAAAAAFk/gyExjyJA3fE/s320/Img_0190+E.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056265770227912098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/Rit27sRmzbI/AAAAAAAAAFs/G_Rg1jQjfko/s1600-h/Img_0196+E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/Rit27sRmzbI/AAAAAAAAAFs/G_Rg1jQjfko/s320/Img_0196+E.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056265774522879410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/Rit27sRmzcI/AAAAAAAAAF0/HPUEYf6bI1Q/s1600-h/Img_0197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/Rit27sRmzcI/AAAAAAAAAF0/HPUEYf6bI1Q/s320/Img_0197.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056265774522879426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/Rit278RmzdI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Mf773L8cxCo/s1600-h/Img_0206+E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/Rit278RmzdI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Mf773L8cxCo/s320/Img_0206+E.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056265778817846738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Arts Centre. Very gorgeous place with old buildings (see below). That house like thing with steps leading beyond? It's not an illusion. It's held up by very fine wires that you can't see from the picture. Very cool(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/Rit2DsRmzUI/AAAAAAAAAE0/WUk0ijjJ2wU/s1600-h/Img_0207+E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/Rit2DsRmzUI/AAAAAAAAAE0/WUk0ijjJ2wU/s320/Img_0207+E.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056264812450204994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Arts Centre. What did I say about the architecture? Simply amazing(: Oh, they also had a Sunday Market outdoors featuring local arts and crafts. Luckily we were able to catch it as we were there on a Sunday. I saw a print that I absolutely love but I decided against getting it because it being the first day of our holiday, I thought I'll have ample opportunities to find others. However, after this day, I didn't see any art that was worth getting! I still kick myself for not getting the print):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/Rit2DsRmzVI/AAAAAAAAAE8/bHeIFn2-P5Q/s1600-h/Img_0216+E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/Rit2DsRmzVI/AAAAAAAAAE8/bHeIFn2-P5Q/s320/Img_0216+E.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056264812450205010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/Rit2D8RmzWI/AAAAAAAAAFE/xeeAyaBT2fw/s1600-h/Img_0219+E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/Rit2D8RmzWI/AAAAAAAAAFE/xeeAyaBT2fw/s320/Img_0219+E.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056264816745172322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also went to the Botanic Gardens (nearby). Now, we aren't exactly "plant" people. But the Botanic Gardens was quite worth it. Plus we went in Summer where the flowers were all in bloom(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/Rit2EMRmzXI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rjPGby_bvdg/s1600-h/Img_0223+E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/Rit2EMRmzXI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rjPGby_bvdg/s320/Img_0223+E.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056264821040139634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/Rit2EcRmzYI/AAAAAAAAAFU/SBERsjpoGVo/s1600-h/Img_0235+E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/Rit2EcRmzYI/AAAAAAAAAFU/SBERsjpoGVo/s320/Img_0235+E.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056264825335106946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Botanic Gardens also had a rose garden. And I'm not sure if you can see it, but this rose is called "Lest We Forget Sexy Rexy" :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/Rit1CMRmzPI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sIKGQB-vJPo/s1600-h/Img_0236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/Rit1CMRmzPI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sIKGQB-vJPo/s320/Img_0236.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056263687168773362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Only noob Santas use ladders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/Rit1CcRmzQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/nKSoQKJMcP4/s1600-h/Img_0238+E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/Rit1CcRmzQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/nKSoQKJMcP4/s320/Img_0238+E.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056263691463740674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This plant looks really ordinary and boring. But do you know what it's called? RHODODENDRON! Aren't rhodos suppose to be flowers? There weren't any flowers in sight though. And no, don't start reciting Hughes' poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/Rit1C8RmzTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0-G1ugLeMKk/s1600-h/Img_0253+E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/Rit1C8RmzTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0-G1ugLeMKk/s320/Img_0253+E.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056263700053675314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;New Brighton Beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/Rit1CcRmzRI/AAAAAAAAAEc/22AwWjD6tIk/s1600-h/Img_0246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/Rit1CcRmzRI/AAAAAAAAAEc/22AwWjD6tIk/s320/Img_0246.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056263691463740690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Someone did this below the bridge (you can vaguely see from the photo above) Amazing! Armed with nothing but a broom like thingy, he created this huge huge design on the sand. People were watching from the bridge and tossing coins below. I must say though, it was extremely cold. I don't know how he can stand staying in the cold for so long. But I guess, the exercise keeps him warm(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/Rit1CsRmzSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/JyKX5TXZi6Q/s1600-h/Img_0247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/Rit1CsRmzSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/JyKX5TXZi6Q/s320/Img_0247.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056263695758708002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you see a figure at the top of the photo? Use that to gauge the size of this design. Totally cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats all for Christchurch (for now). We were in Christchurch for about 3 days. We missed the Christchurch Gondola (cable car) and I was pretty bummed about it. But it turns out that there are many other gondolas in other cities (that we took) Also, we didn't go to the Banks Peninsula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if you are so inclined, check out my &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/joyzsky/sets/72157600127233155/"&gt;Flickr set&lt;/a&gt;. All my nz photos will be posted there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-5177409198152652833?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/5177409198152652833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/5177409198152652833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2007/04/christchurch.html' title='Christchurch'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/Rit3rcRmzeI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8i0Oo0isdto/s72-c/Img_0159+E.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-2506261764483371788</id><published>2007-04-27T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T00:43:52.163+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='newzealand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>Mount Hutt / Rakaia Gorge</title><content type='html'>Our first destination in New Zealand was the city of Christchurch. However, our accomodation at Mount Hutt Lodge was not in the city itself, but an hour's drive away. Mount Hutt itself is famous for its ski slopes, but we didn't get to do any skiing because it was summer when we were there. Even though, it was summer, the weather was chilly and the wind there is really strong. I must say that we were all badly prepared for the cold weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/RgfN2qszW9I/AAAAAAAAACM/nHw_2K3n45Q/s1600-h/Img_0138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/RgfN2qszW9I/AAAAAAAAACM/nHw_2K3n45Q/s320/Img_0138.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046228246550764498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The view from our apartment at Christchurch. We stayed at this place called Mount Hutt Lodge for the first few nights (3 nights). We were supposed to have a view of Mount Hutt itself, but it was too cloudy to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/RgfN26szW-I/AAAAAAAAACU/uTMLl60o8gI/s1600-h/Img_0139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/RgfN26szW-I/AAAAAAAAACU/uTMLl60o8gI/s320/Img_0139.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046228250845731810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mount Hutt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/RgfN3KszW_I/AAAAAAAAACc/1O_r-W_gMhs/s1600-h/Img_0142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/RgfN3KszW_I/AAAAAAAAACc/1O_r-W_gMhs/s320/Img_0142.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046228255140699122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;View from our apartment taken on a clear morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/RgfN3KszXAI/AAAAAAAAACk/41L9_XuHo1Y/s1600-h/Img_0143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/RgfN3KszXAI/AAAAAAAAACk/41L9_XuHo1Y/s320/Img_0143.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046228255140699138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The pool at our apartment. We were asking the owners if the pool is heated, and they replied that the only heat it gets, is from the sun. I can't imagine why anybody would want to swim in it because the weather was already freaking cold in the summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/RgfUlaszXCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/7ko0pq97Ueo/s1600-h/Img_0150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/RgfUlaszXCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/7ko0pq97Ueo/s320/Img_0150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046235646779415586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mt Hutt Lodge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/RgfUlqszXDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/j8E7egKuNUQ/s1600-h/Img_0321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/RgfUlqszXDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/j8E7egKuNUQ/s320/Img_0321.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046235651074382898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's "our" car! And the door to our apartment is the one behind our car. In case you are wondering, our apartment was actually only one level. And thank goodness for that, because it was not fun having to carry all the luggages up the stairs. (Granted, I don't carry the heavy ones) Considering the fact that thoughout the whole 17 nights, we stayed at 12 different motels, we had to lug our baggage in and out of the car almost every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/RhZGkZ2niYI/AAAAAAAAADU/vs-5QLwP12I/s1600-h/Img_0265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/RhZGkZ2niYI/AAAAAAAAADU/vs-5QLwP12I/s320/Img_0265.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050301623371794818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sheep. I saw more sheep than human beings daily while at South Island. The two things that you get to see in NZ more than anything else? Greenery and sheep(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/RhZGkp2niZI/AAAAAAAAADc/Hpg_rrlqy_U/s1600-h/Img_0273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/RhZGkp2niZI/AAAAAAAAADc/Hpg_rrlqy_U/s320/Img_0273.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050301627666762130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The deers are really adorable. For some reason, when our car stopped along the road, the deers all came towards the fence and looked at us. It was as if they were welcoming us to their home(: Oh, picture taken from the car. I would have taken a more close up picture but I accidentally (and stupidly) slammed the car door shut while coming out and all the deers ran away):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/RhZGk52niaI/AAAAAAAAADk/oTeJWzRQxa8/s1600-h/Img_0291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/RhZGk52niaI/AAAAAAAAADk/oTeJWzRQxa8/s320/Img_0291.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050301631961729442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rakaia Gorge. Just below Mt Hutt Lodge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/RhZGk52nibI/AAAAAAAAADs/qfaFxQ2TTfE/s1600-h/Img_0300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/RhZGk52nibI/AAAAAAAAADs/qfaFxQ2TTfE/s320/Img_0300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050301631961729458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rakaia. And no we didn't go into the water. Water was damn cold lar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/RhZGlJ2nicI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Gwy_P8Sjh5g/s1600-h/Img_0296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/RhZGlJ2nicI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Gwy_P8Sjh5g/s320/Img_0296.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050301636256696770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Old bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/RhZJPZ2nidI/AAAAAAAAAD8/BfHywzxVD1Y/s1600-h/Img_0328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/RhZJPZ2nidI/AAAAAAAAAD8/BfHywzxVD1Y/s320/Img_0328.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050304561129425362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/RhZJcZ2nieI/AAAAAAAAAEE/H-OsZWQZrac/s1600-h/Img_0329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/RhZJcZ2nieI/AAAAAAAAAEE/H-OsZWQZrac/s400/Img_0329.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050304784467724770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rakaia again. It's gorgeous(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ok, next up: Christchurch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-2506261764483371788?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/2506261764483371788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/2506261764483371788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2007/04/mount-hutt-rakaia-gorge.html' title='Mount Hutt / Rakaia Gorge'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/RgfN2qszW9I/AAAAAAAAACM/nHw_2K3n45Q/s72-c/Img_0138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-5448293380352969388</id><published>2007-04-26T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T00:42:01.063+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='newzealand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>In Transit: Sydney</title><content type='html'>Ok, I know its been almost 4 months since I'm back from New Zealand but here are the photos. I'm going to just post pictures according to the order I took them and just type my observations(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside Sydney International Airport:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/Rf6foqCikiI/AAAAAAAAAA8/f4oW4w3sKxI/s1600-h/Img_0134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/Rf6foqCikiI/AAAAAAAAAA8/f4oW4w3sKxI/s320/Img_0134.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043644153530061346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Erm, I remembered we just landed at Sydney after a pretty rough flight from Singapore. We would be in transit for 3 hours at Sydney. This photo was taken at 3.40am (sg time)/ 6.40am (Sydney time). So there we are, grumpy and a litttle out of sorts with cheerful Australians greeting us GOOD MORNING! HOW ARE YOU! WELCOME TO SYDNEY! :S Oh, and I took this photo while waiting for the others to finish brushing their teeth/wash up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, its inevitable that when we Singaporeans (ok, I'm talking about myself) travel, we tend to compare the other airports with our very own Changi Airport, &lt;a href="http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/singaporebusinessnews/view/263844/1/.html"&gt;formerly the World's Best Airport&lt;/a&gt;. And frankly, Changi Airport is still the best. Because where else can you buy hair clips one hour before your flight? Er, actually, I forgot to pack hair clips and I absolutely needed them. So thank goodness there's MiniBits at Changi. Seriously though, in terms of free internet access, service, speed and efficiency of checking in/clearing customs at arrival, shopping, restaurants, direction signs, security, cleanliness of restrooms, Changi wins hands down. We had problems finding a computer with free internet access at Sydney. And even after we found one, I had to wait for quite a while for there were people waiting to use it, and it was only 56k. And there isn't any free wireless internet at Sydney's Airport, so we couldn't use my brother's laptop):&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/Rf6fpKCikkI/AAAAAAAAABM/-kEjdpy2AFI/s1600-h/Img_0136.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-5448293380352969388?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/5448293380352969388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/5448293380352969388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2007/04/in-transit-sydney.html' title='In Transit: Sydney'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/Rf6foqCikiI/AAAAAAAAAA8/f4oW4w3sKxI/s72-c/Img_0134.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-7697179381510160156</id><published>2007-04-25T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T23:37:14.590+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='overheard'/><title type='text'>Tank vs Pizza</title><content type='html'>I just had to blog. And with material like this? I'll be damned if I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*jØyz. Tank Man says:&lt;br /&gt;are u the sadako on my blog?&lt;br /&gt;Poly(p-xylylene) (PPX)  seifer-ish fanclubbing says:&lt;br /&gt;ok actually its my sis ask my mum but my mum din want so she told my daddy who finally told me to spread the curse&lt;br /&gt;Poly(p-xylylene) (PPX)  seifer-ish fanclubbing says:&lt;br /&gt;but i said i had short hair and i couldnt do it because i cant be sadako&lt;br /&gt;Poly(p-xylylene) (PPX)  seifer-ish fanclubbing says:&lt;br /&gt;but i did it anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you pee! Please don't kill me(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-7697179381510160156?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/7697179381510160156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/7697179381510160156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2007/04/tank-vs-pizza.html' title='Tank vs Pizza'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-2389302448014569974</id><published>2007-04-04T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T23:41:09.168+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>not believing it all</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="mb_0"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, this is funny. I'm typing this out on notepad in the office. Because for the first time in who knows how long, I actually have NO work to do! Now, I complain my work is boring and brainless. But recently, there has been an increase in workload but today, there's no work! I'm bored): &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyhow. Did you know that Gmail pulled an April Fool's prank on its users? It's called Gmail Paper or something like that. Basically, Gmail will supposedly print out copies of your email and send them to you via normal mail. Thing is I actually believed it! And I couldn't stop thinking about it during work. Like Gmail will have to set up regional offices around the world. And then they will hire temps to print, check and fold letters. And those temps will be so poor thing because their job will be so monotonous and boring! But at least they do get to read the letters they fold and get entertained. The contents of the letters I check everyday are the same. I only get a laugh once in a while when I stumble across hilarious names. You have no idea how Singaporean parents hate their kids so much that they will subject them to eternal damnation by giving them horrible names! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyway, I only found out it was a joke when ppx told me about it last night.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I am way too gullible for this world!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;):&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-2389302448014569974?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/2389302448014569974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/2389302448014569974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2007/04/not-believing-it-all.html' title='not believing it all'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-6603693548397131170</id><published>2007-04-03T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T23:33:05.036+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='watching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>300 Reasons Why</title><content type='html'>Yes, I'm still very much alive even though my job is killing my brain cells, because I don't get to use them much in the office. So they die. Of inactivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! I've been busy with many things. And I actually continued blogging. Just that, these entries aren't meant for publishing because I'm way too young to be sued for defamation. Oh, and you wouldn't want to read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt; of my rants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also blogging about my New Zealand trip. And they will be up soon. ( I hope.) I'm gonna post my pictures in parts. And contary to what Jia Ling said, the posts will be out before the year's end(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and also, this is a little bit late. But I LOVE 300! Greatest. Movie. Of. The. Year. It's not just because there are semi naked, well defined men running across the screen most of the time. The visuals were stunning. The acting was superb. And the effects! So cool! The fighting scenes! And the script! Ok, maybe most of it were from the comic book. Or they can get very corny after a while. But, those are the lines that I can't get out of my head. I wished we had it shown in IMAX in Singapore (just like the US), because the awesomeness of the show will be magnified ... 300 times(: I know this movie attracts the male species more, with the violence and the gore etc, but I LOVE it. (In fact, my co worker, a guy, was surprised that I liked it because... I'm a girl :S)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Photos soon! I know I've been saying that for 3 months. But soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm quitting at the end of the month. Which makes me jobless and unemployed. Any "lobang"? Job offers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: If you love 300, you should read this &lt;a href="http://yongfook.com/2007/03/23/5-reasons-why-300-is-the-best-film-for-the-next-5-years/"&gt;blog post&lt;/a&gt; (and the comments) It's freaking hilarious(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-6603693548397131170?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/6603693548397131170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/6603693548397131170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2007/04/300-reasons-why.html' title='300 Reasons Why'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-7063998053060139749</id><published>2007-03-07T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T22:56:40.340+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='overheard'/><title type='text'>Plates that do more than converge, diverge or transform</title><content type='html'>Overheard in the office during the tremors,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The first earthquake was 6.6 and the second earthquake was 6.3. That's quite high."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"6663! BUY 4D!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Note: There are different magnitudes recorded for the quakes because well, there are different stations recording)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you all feel the tremors yesterday? Apparently, my office was one of the areas that experienced tremors. In fact, the people in front of me, behind me, beside me, ALL felt the tremors except me. Everyone was talking about how they can feel the building shake and I honestly didn't feel anything. Which is actually rather disappointing because I've always wanted to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; tremors. I think I "felt" the second tremor, but I'm not sure if it's because I did feel it, or I imagine it. Or maybe I was more awake during the second tremor to feel it -_-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, the night before the earthquakes happened, I was remarking to His Royal Highness that our internet connection was extremely slow and maybe "there's an earthquake somewhere". Eh, what a coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I think earthquakes are extremely cool (the Geography aspect of it anyway), the truth is earthquakes do bring devastation and tons of secondary effects. So here's hoping, the people affected can get through this period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm falling sick or rather I've never completely recovered from the previous time I fell sick. And since I finished watching Hana Kimi (LOUSY ENDING), there's no reason for me to have late nights(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-7063998053060139749?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/7063998053060139749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/7063998053060139749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2007/03/plates-that-do-more-than-converge.html' title='Plates that do more than converge, diverge or transform'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-462741844694968077</id><published>2007-03-03T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T21:25:51.980+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>it just gets better better better</title><content type='html'>The good thing about being an Arts student is that it is so much easier to decide on which course to apply for in a university. Of course, it can be a bad thing in the sense that your choices are limited. But hey, to me, it is a good thing(: Actually, I have already decided on NUS Arts and Social Science (FASS) but my Mom wants me to apply for more in case I can't get in -_-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking through the courses that NUS is offering and after crossing out those I can't apply for (because I don't take Science subjects), here are the courses I can apply for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Architecture&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Arts and Social Sciences&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Business Adminisatration&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Computing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Industrial Design&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Law&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Project and Facilities Management&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Real Estate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;And after crossing out those that I have absolutely no interest in, here's whats left:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Architecture&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Arts and Social Sciences&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Business Adminisatration&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Law&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I can't apply for Law because my GP sucks. I like architecture, but I don't exactly want to study it and I'm not really keen on Biz Ad so... I'm left with FASS(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? Easy right(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I used to regret that I drop Econs instead of say, Maths or Lit. But actually, it was a right decision to drop Econs on account that my Maths and Lit did way above my expectations(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I get into NUS, I have a chauffeur (Hi Royal Highness!) and I can &lt;s&gt;steal&lt;/s&gt; borrow His Royal Highness' notes/essays/books etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I gotta go read my mail and the numerous prospectus. Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-462741844694968077?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/462741844694968077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/462741844694968077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2007/03/it-just-gets-better-better-better.html' title='it just gets better better better'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-4332427220251993029</id><published>2007-02-26T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T21:21:42.991+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>and the moment of truth goes to...</title><content type='html'>Hey all, the results are out this friday, 2nd March at 2.30pm. (!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Germaine was bugging me the entire day at work to ask Ms Ng. Ms Ng confirmed so I SMSed everyone. Just like that, I sent out 23 SMSes -_- I wanted to use the class relay, but seeing that I can't even remember who to send to, and I am the one who came out with the relay, I decided to personally SMS everyone. So if you didn't get it, please tell me so I can update your number or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, when Ms Ng confirmed that the results are out this Friday, I couldn't think of anything except for my grades. I could not focus on my work and I had a mini panic attack -_-'' And I must emphasise that my work is so boring and so brainless that I can use half my brain to do it while daydreaming/thinking of philosophy/listening to podcasts/music etc. It's that boring -_-'' Nevertheless, my mind just went blank. And my hands were shaking when I SMSed you all. I was so nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These 3 months, post-exams was an amazing, stressless period. Some of you know that I have a nervous disposition and I don't handle stress very well and holy shit, I am so freaking out right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, I'm going to watch new episodes of Hana Kimi to stop thinking about Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I know its quite impossible to forget about taking the results on Friday, but I'll most likely use the class relay to remind you all on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, good luck everyone!(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-4332427220251993029?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/4332427220251993029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/4332427220251993029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2007/02/and-moment-of-truth-goes-to.html' title='and the moment of truth goes to...'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-813163174688714826</id><published>2007-02-25T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T17:36:45.450+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='watching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>just a shamus</title><content type='html'>Last night, ppx commanded me to blog, so blog I will(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I keep saying I'll upload my nz photos but I never get around to do it. But this week! This week I'll do it(: I've been "busy" watching lots of shows and catching up on this crucial period of life that I've missed. Because, previously, I was too busy Rushing Essays To The Wee Hours Of The Morning to fill my brain with TV fluff. While I do miss school (ever so slightly), the only thing I don't miss? NOT HAVING HOMEWORK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was I? Oh yes, shows and having a life in front of the box. I finished watching Goong (yes, I'm slow) and am currently watching Grey's, Prison Break, Heroes and Hana Kimi (Hua Yang Shao Nian Shao Nu) on youtube. Even though, Ella is extremely painful to watch on Hana Kimi, and the guys arent really my type, I'm addicted to the show because its insanely hilarious(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I also watched The Protege last week and it was not bad. Although ppx's drooling when Daniel Wu came on was rather distracting;) And I caught Daisy (the Korean movie) last night, and i love it(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, I also spent Chinese New Year getting rich. Er, I meant catching up with family(: Now, I usually don't like kids, but on both days, I actually enjoyed myself having kids around, even though my cousin Darryl couldn't stop licking me -_-'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, update when the photos are ready. (Soon I hope)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-813163174688714826?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/813163174688714826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/813163174688714826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2007/02/just-shamus.html' title='just a shamus'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-6053357267025224314</id><published>2007-02-11T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T22:50:38.203+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>get out of it</title><content type='html'>I have a tough decision to make: Fall Out Boy or Phantom of the Opera? I only have money for one. Anyone's going for fob? I know Germaine and Yip wants to go for Phantom... Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I recently found out that many people in my workplace thought that I was waiting for my O Level results. For the entire last week, at least five people came to talk to me with regards to the release of the O Level results on Friday. Which is quite funny (and annoying) to say the least. I do know I don't look anywhere near 19 even though I'm the oldest amongst my friends. Maybe its because I dress extremely sloppily to work or that I barely/don't put on any make up to work. But seriously, the choice between extra sleeping time and making myself look "better" is obvious. I have SO much problems getting up every morning that sometimes I leave the house without combing my hair because I simply do not have any time. (I do it in the lift or while walking/running to the shuttle) Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently finished reading Life Of Pi and its an excellent book. The writing is brilliant and the plot is extremely addictive. Highly recommended. I actually believed that the events in the book were true until His Royal Highness said "most likely not lar". Plus, you should never doubt His Royal Highness(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I started working, I made the decision to start buying original music since the excuse of "I'm just a poor student who cannot afford originals" had ceased to exist. So, I have been listening to the Grey's Anatomy Soundtrack (absolutely brilliant) and My Chemical Romance's The Black Parade. Well, I only liked a few songs of MCR's previous album so I wasn't exactly very thrilled or bothered much when I heard they were releasing a new album last year. Plus, it was during the exam period. That was before I went to New Zealand. The cool thing about NZ is that they have a rock radio station and we listened to it nonstop when we were in nz. (Singapore should have a rock radio station too, but I digress) Anyways, the station played "Welcome to the Black Parade" and I got so hooked, I came back to Singapore and bought it. The album's really really good. And the fun thing is that I have a tendency to erm, groove to the songs at work, which is terribly out of place at work(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, nothing interesting in my life except for work (BORING) But Germaine just started work on Friday at my workplace so things might just start to get a little fun. But nah, I doubt it. Lol. I'm out(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-6053357267025224314?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/6053357267025224314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/6053357267025224314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2007/02/get-out-of-it.html' title='get out of it'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-8963050659569771345</id><published>2007-02-01T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T23:20:55.973+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>The most interesting thing I did at work today</title><content type='html'>I pressed the Backspace key on my keyboard for 10 minutes to delete 16 pages worth of text. Word by word, one by one. Why didn't I just highlight the 16 pages and delete all at one go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 10 minutes to lunch and I so did not want to start on a new piece of work (and hence spend my lunchtime doing it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm serious. Work has made me extremely calculative (and closer to become a lunatic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well in retrospect, the ten minutes before lunch/before I head out of the office is the most productive and unproductive period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one hand if I have a lot of work to do, I MUST finish all of it by the time I leave, hence the ten minutes become the most efficient time period of the day. On the other hand, if there's ten minutes left and I have absolutely nothing to do, I'll make sure I drag my workload out such that it can last for ten minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, no matter the workload, the time or any other factor, I miraculously finish everything and am out of the office before anyone can pile more work(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of being calculative, the other day some guy approached me at City Link saying that his ATM card got stuck in the machine, he has no money to go home and he would like to borrow $4. Maybe he really did have no money to go home but I never NEVER give out money to strangers. Or "charities" for that matter. I mumbled something about not having any small change and left. Apart from the fact that $4=48 minutes of work (minus CPF) or $5 (with CPF), wouldn't it be better to approach the MRT staff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you have given him the $4? I know Jia Ling would(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-8963050659569771345?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/8963050659569771345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/8963050659569771345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2007/02/most-interesting-thing-i-did-at-work.html' title='The most interesting thing I did at work today'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-8860638833922559732</id><published>2007-01-30T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T23:29:35.594+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='watching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>im going to blog in five minutes</title><content type='html'>Here's a quick one. Work's been really busy and I've been really busy trying not to think about work(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also got re-hooked on Grey's Anatomy and  I'm starting where I left for season 2. Can I say that the show is amazing? It never fails to make me feel so emotional and fulfilled. Also, I can't stop rewatching the episodes(: It's THAT good.... And the music, wow, the music makes the show even more beautiful, if that's remotely possible. I just finished re-watching the post Super Bowl episode, the one with Meredith holding the bomb (Episode 17), and the same song that was in that ep was played on Class 95. Quite creepy. But boy, I love that ep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been catching up on my reading. So far, I've finished reading Raymond Chandler's The Big Sleep (average), Sophie Kinsella's Confession of a Shopaholic (not bad, very funny) and er, Paint Shop Pro 9 For Dummies (but you are NOT supposed to know that). -embarrassed-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to change the blog template. And everyday I carry the design in my head, but I just can't find anytime to code it due to work! However, since tomorrow is the end of the month, I'll be getting my pay soon. Hooray(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm out. Cheers(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Crap, I took 8 minutes)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-8860638833922559732?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/8860638833922559732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/8860638833922559732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-going-to-blog-in-five-minutes.html' title='im going to blog in five minutes'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-6737527911789036502</id><published>2007-01-26T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T23:19:50.873+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='watching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>just breathe</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the lack of updates. It's just that everyday I spend 8 hours in front of the computer trying to decipher ugly, illegible handwriting that when I get home I don't even want to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;look&lt;/span&gt; at the computer, much less blog. But I have so much to blog about that I'll pull a Jia Ling. (yeah right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been all right. It's just terribly tedious and extremely boring. I'm starting to get the hang of things. But now, on top of my own work, I have to take over another temp's job because the company reasons that since its not peak season, they didn't need so many staff. The only thing I hate about working is that I have to wake up at 6.30 from Mondays to Fridays and I HATE having to wake up early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also caught The Painted Veil last Friday and I must say I really enjoyed the film. Edward Norton is amazing in that show. Actually the performance from the other actors were amazing too. The movie is really tight and well construted, plus the shots are beautiful. However I must confess I know nothing about cholera except that it had something to do with diarrhoea. I'm not sure if it's still open (should be) but you all should watch it. Highly recommended.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-6737527911789036502?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/6737527911789036502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/6737527911789036502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2007/01/just-breathe.html' title='just breathe'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-8997245707239514962</id><published>2007-01-15T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T22:26:58.849+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='say no evil'/><title type='text'>Occupational Hazards</title><content type='html'>Me: People with ugly, illegible handwriting should DIE IMMEDIATELY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia Ling: People who don't finish their food should DIE IMMEDIATELY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-8997245707239514962?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/8997245707239514962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/8997245707239514962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2007/01/occupational-hazards.html' title='Occupational Hazards'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-6378620866348055274</id><published>2007-01-11T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T00:17:56.775+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>bye 18. hello 19.</title><content type='html'>I bought a pair of shoes today that was way too high and not comfortable at all. But it was SO pretty. Sigh. I think I'm really asking for it, you know, to suffer from the disease called Eternal Multiple Feet Aches for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, thanks for everybody who remembered my birthday! My mom bought me a chocolate cake with little  or no cream. Hooray! And pardon the mess behind, I'm too lazy to crop the photo):&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/RaZihBF-XnI/AAAAAAAAAAw/hu3GBydWeiw/s1600-h/Img_1603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/RaZihBF-XnI/AAAAAAAAAAw/hu3GBydWeiw/s320/Img_1603.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018807154119695986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-6378620866348055274?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/6378620866348055274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/6378620866348055274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2007/01/bye-bye-18.html' title='bye 18. hello 19.'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/RaZihBF-XnI/AAAAAAAAAAw/hu3GBydWeiw/s72-c/Img_1603.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-6031623360806917843</id><published>2007-01-11T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T00:10:09.416+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='watching'/><title type='text'>Harsh Times</title><content type='html'>I caught the movie "Harsh Times" today. It starred Christian Bale so I immediately knew it wasn't going to be a "normal" movie with a happy ending or any kind of ending at all. Have you caught any of Christian Bale movies? He has a knack for picking scripts that are terribly out of the ordinary. I try to make it a point to watch his movies because I totally adore Bale and an actor who picks unconventional roles? That's hot. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to like this movie because Bale is in it. But the first half of the movie was draggy especially the scenes in the car. And Bale is playing another psycho who goes berserk due to having been in a war. The movie is terribly confusing at times. Is it trying to deal with the horrible effects of a war on man? The tough street life of L.A.?  Or both? Nevertheless, the show is dark, gory and extremely violent. By the end of the movie, I actually find myself liking the show because of the raw, gritty and realistic feel of the entire production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/RaZf3xF-XlI/AAAAAAAAAAY/hWYSlumEx_o/s1600-h/harsh_times_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/RaZf3xF-XlI/AAAAAAAAAAY/hWYSlumEx_o/s320/harsh_times_poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018804246426836562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/RaZgqxF-XmI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DQeUoZjFXkY/s1600-h/harsh+times.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/RaZgqxF-XmI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DQeUoZjFXkY/s320/harsh+times.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018805122600164962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All in all, I wouldn't recommend this movie. Bale's acting was really intense but the whole plot was too overwhelming. Go watch American Psycho instead(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-6031623360806917843?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/6031623360806917843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/6031623360806917843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2007/01/harsh-times.html' title='Harsh Times'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/RaZf3xF-XlI/AAAAAAAAAAY/hWYSlumEx_o/s72-c/harsh_times_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-2606383055235676432</id><published>2007-01-10T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T23:40:53.262+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>i me you</title><content type='html'>I'm not working tomorrow! Since I haven't worked for the past 18 birthdays, I shouldn't start on my 19th right?(: Anyhow, I'm really tired of waking up early every morning to go to work. Work has been...tiring. The good news is that work is monotonous (read: slack) and the bad news is that work is monotonous (read: boring and sleep inducing) Since I got the job through a recommendation, I have to at least stay awake for the job. But ah, whatever. I'm not working tomorrow, so no talking about work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning 19 is nothing really. 18 is more fun. Or should I say WAS more fun. Anyhow, before my Dad went to sleep, he said, "Tomorrow no more sweet 18 le." :S Since when was 18 sweet? 18 is/was the most awkward and difficult age of my life so far and also the most fun, but hardly "sweet".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know why 18 is fun? Because I get to rub it in everyone's faces that I'm legal. Non stop. For like a month. Hahaha. But then, I have to wait for you all to turn 18 before I can enjoy all the m18 movies/drinking/buying 4D/smoking (I'm kidding about the last two) I mean there's no point if you aren't able to enjoy the time with your friends right?(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthdays are really boring affairs nowadays for I simply do not look forward to it as much as I do in the past. In the past, I used to be really excited because I get to open presents, eat out and receive lots of money (in red packets). While I still eat out (and continue receiving money, even though it is getting more and more awkward), there just isn't any thrill during my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lest you think I'm depressed on my birthday, I'm not! Tomorrow, I'm going to shop and spend the money-which-I-have-not-earned. Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! I just realised a trend. Every birthdays for the past 4 or 5 years, I've been getting electronic gadgets. It started with a Creative 64mb(!) mp3 player in 2003 or 2004. Then it was my Frost, my 5gb Zen Micro in 2005, which amazingly, till today, is working perfectly well! I've become so emotionally attached to that little blue thing that I would not trade it for an iPod video or any other mp3 players out there. In 2006, I waited for a few months before finally laying my hands on my SE k750i, which till today is still my "favouritest" phone. Because it fits perfectly into my small hand and it has a great many functions. This year, I didn't exactly get a present. Before we went NZ, my Dad bought the Canon Powershot A710 IS which is technically not mine, but since I'm the only one in the whole house who knows how to use it, it belongs to me. MUAHAHAHA. Er. Sorry, 19 year olds behave strangely. You 18 year olds will never get it. KIDS. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-2606383055235676432?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/2606383055235676432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/2606383055235676432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-me-you.html' title='i me you'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-3904586986827032454</id><published>2007-01-10T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T23:44:10.056+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>OH JOY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/RaT7IBF-XkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/roJoM_OVw8c/s1600-h/iphone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/RaT7IBF-XkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/roJoM_OVw8c/s320/iphone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018411999948594754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Say hello to the iPhone! The bad thing is it will only be available in Asia in 2008. But I guess you all can start saving up for it(: The phone looks sweet but it is HUGE, and Mr Jobs failed to mention anything about battery life. Well, the three most important things when I buy a phone are a) battery life b) camera c) screen d) functionality. Make that four. Anyhow, the iPhone sure looks great. Hope the functions are just as good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To read more/see more photos of this beauty: go &lt;a href="http://www.engadget.com/2007/01/09/the-apple-iphone/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's more: &lt;a href="http://www.engadget.com/2007/01/09/the-iphone-is-not-a-smartphone/"&gt;what the iPhone &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; have&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 2008, the mobile phone technology will be pretty advanced, the iPhone will be rendered close to useless. Oh well, it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; a beauty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-3904586986827032454?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/3904586986827032454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/3904586986827032454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2007/01/oh-joy.html' title='OH JOY!'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ygAItTeFzaU/RaT7IBF-XkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/roJoM_OVw8c/s72-c/iphone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-116792540384939427</id><published>2007-01-04T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T23:43:23.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new beginning</title><content type='html'>I started this blog because I wanted to document my thoughts and emotions. This year I told myself that I should blog more often and here I am trying. For starters, I'm not really big on new year resolutions but I really SHOULD blog more often. Anyways, this few days I've been editing/tagging/burning my photos from New Zealand and boy do I miss that beautiful country. I really do hope to post some on this blog pretty soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't really have alot of free time to myself anymore. I've just started my first day of work. It's a temp job around the town area. The work is pretty monotonous but its good for now because it means I probably wont make that many mistakes... yet. And the pay is decent enough but the working hours are pretty standard. Which means, I don't get to spend time alone in the house anymore):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post my nz photos soon(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-116792540384939427?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/116792540384939427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/116792540384939427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-beginning.html' title='a new beginning'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-116715375027952889</id><published>2006-12-27T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T01:22:30.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cheers mate</title><content type='html'>I'm back! Really glad to be back and hear so many familiar voices(: Ok, I need to go sleep now. It's actually 6am in nz now so technically, I didn't sleep for one whole day but whatever. Just no jet lag please. The flights were ok except for the turbulence. It came while we were approaching Singapore and I could see flashes of light outside. It was quite scary to think that lighting can strike the plane any moment (choy!) But I presume the plane has like adequate prepartions to prevent that from happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always said I loved flying because of the in flight entertainment, and the food and being above the skies. But, I'm beginning to dislike flying because its really uncomfortable to sit for so many hours. And I hate the hassle of transitting. And the recycled air in the plane makes it extremely uncomfortable. It's like preparing for war because I'm armed with a bottle of moisturiser and two types of lip gloss in my bag. Of which, my lips still cracked and I have fresh zits &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I hope to blog again with the photos. But I took like 4gb of photos and its going to be extremely difficult to transfer to my computer, considering that I have less than 2 gb of free space. Anyhow, really exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, Scrurbs is extremely funny. I'm about 3/4 through the first season and its an awesome show(: Also, I caught Volver starring Penelope Cruz and its a good movie though. I also watched Woody Allen's Scoop which was terrible):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-116715375027952889?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/116715375027952889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/116715375027952889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/12/cheers-mate.html' title='cheers mate'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-116661237195490451</id><published>2006-12-20T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T19:04:01.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>from middle earth</title><content type='html'>I'm at Wellington now. Since the day I stepped into nz, this is the first day that I have seen more people than sheep. Also, I finally departed South Island, which means that there is only 6 more days before I'm back home! I'm really enjoying myself despite some problems, but I miss home so much. I miss the food, the air, the people, the smell of my pillow, chicken rice, wanton mee, mee pok ta, cha siew pau, hor fun, ban mian, masters milk... I tell you, when I'm back in Singapore, I'll eat chicken rice for a month and NOT eat fish and chips for a year (as if). Anyhow, the weather here is freaking cold. It's summer but every night we turn on the electric blankets and the heater to the maximum temperature:S And the air is so dry, my skin is cracking such that I can't make sudden movements because it will hurt:S And we travel for so many hours just to get to one destination. For the whole of South Island, we traveled for about 3100km. Which means, at 100 km/h (the maximum speed on the highway), we have spent at least 31 hours in the car! And since half of the roads are windy, the average speed is around 65 km/h which means we spent about ... you do the math(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now, we went out looking for dinner and we settled into this Chinese restaurant. I nearly teared when I saw they had Hainanese chicken rice! And then I nearly teared again when they said they don't have it anymore :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that we are in North Island now means that I can get online more often for there are more hotspots in the city areas. (The north is more populated than the south) Tomorrow, I'm departing Wellington to go to Napier and then 2 more nights in Rotorua and another 2 more nights in Auckland before I fly back. Another thing is I'm going to be in Auckland during Christmas when all the shops will be closed and the city will be like a ghost town. How dumb:S Also, the shops here close around 5pm even though it only gets dark at around 9-10pm during summer. So, if we arrive at a city/town/village in the evening which we usually do due to the long hours of traveling in the car, we arrive to a dead place:S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I really am loving nz and enjoying myself, I can't help feeling this trip is a wasted one. We spent so much time traveling and before we can soak up the atmosphere of any place, we have to leave. Trying to tour nz in 17 days is just terribly ridiculous and I wonder why I suggested nz in the first place. On the other hand, the idea of traveling for my parents and I are completely different. My parents just want to drive to said destination, come out of the car, take photo and go back into the car. Which to me seems really distasteful. I would rather prefer to travel less and use the time to get to know the culture, the people and their way of life. I can always say that it doesn't matter because I'm not paying for this trip, but the fact that I traveled so much, just to attain a fake impression of this beautiful place just seem extremely vulgar. Anyways, I'm truly thankful to my parents for bringing me here. Anyhow, nz is truly an amazing place and I would recommend to anyone to come here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what have you all been doing? Found a job? Christmas party? You can sms me, and I'll reply through a nz number. (We bought a pre paid card 'cos its cheaper even though we all have auto roam) I've been chatting with wenz and germs a little and its quite difficult because of the time difference. Oh, and because of the time difference, I'll be celebrating Christmas before you all do!  (Although the fact that Auckland will be close to dead means that there isn't really any kind of Christmas to celebrate. I don't even think the churches are open to go for mass)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I gotta go. Another time(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Can somebody please tell me if Adam Brody dumped Rachael Bilson for Ashlee Simpson? I saw the "news" on a nz tabloid and I need to know badly! Also, why isn't there new eps of Greys??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO, DVDs here are cheap. I bought Season 1&amp;amp;2 of Scrubs because I missed watching it on TV. And, its like really cheap (about SG$40 per set). Except the fact that I have to watch on His Highness' lappie due to the different region code. And the average movie on a DVD cost less than NZ$20 which is approximately SG$22. If DVDs were that affordable in Singapore, piracy wouldn't be such a problem! Although their music CDs are pretty expensive, about SG$33.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, I really gotta sleep because its 12am in nz now even though its only 7pm in Singapore(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-116661237195490451?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/116661237195490451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/116661237195490451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/12/from-middle-earth.html' title='from middle earth'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-116633869945206811</id><published>2006-12-17T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T14:58:19.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nz log(:</title><content type='html'>Hey y'all. There's wireless internet here for $2 for 30 minutes, which is actually the cheapest that we have found so far. Anyhow, we are at Twizel now, which is a town near to Mount Cook. The motel that we are staying is actually a very comfortable place. I'm really enjoying myself now. The only thing I dread is the long driving times (not that I drive, I just sleep in the car) Even though I'm enjoying myself tremendously, I wished I was back home. I missed Singapore food already. Every meal here is Western Food): And there are lots of Fish and Chips. In addition, I also missed the busyness of Singapore. The pace of life here is very slow, which is good if I'm retiring, but its WAY too slow and I'm an impatient person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched lots of news while we are at the motel and there's a case of a serial killer going around killing prostitutes in UK. And the news channel kept interviewing criminologists and the criminologists keep talking about criminal profiling. So detective fiction!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, last night, I caught American Psycho on TV. And because I thought it would be scary, I made His Royal Highness sleep on the same bed with me as I watch. He only went back to sleep after the movie was over. Actually, the movie isn't even scary, but I'm a timid person I guess. And also, since young, I always go find His Royal Highness when I watched scary movies. So glad he's around. And I'm such a loser. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I would love to blog about my NZ but it's difficult to blog without photos. I took tons of photos already. Can't wait to get back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I miss you guys load. And I still have 15 more days to go!): Ok, till another time(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I also miss Pink Is The New Blog, Grey's Anatomy and the constant access to the INTERNET.PS: I typed this days ago but didn't have a chance to post it. Anyhow, I'm in Queenstown and its absolutely amazing here. The city just has a magical feeling. Haha, will be back soon(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: For some weird reason, this entry wasn't posted. I'm at Franz Josef Glacier village now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-116633869945206811?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/116633869945206811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/116633869945206811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/12/nz-log.html' title='nz log(:'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-116561026048572170</id><published>2006-12-09T04:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T04:37:41.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pop thy ears</title><content type='html'>Hey, I'm here in Sydney. Flight to Christchurch is in one hour and i have nothing to do except er, sleep. Anyways, the flight was horrible. Now usually, I love travelling in planes because of two main reasons, the in flight entertainment and the food. Anyhow, because of the time difference, i had dinner at 10pm and breakfast at 1am.&amp;nbsp;And&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;slept&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;grand&amp;nbsp;total&amp;nbsp;of&amp;nbsp;30&amp;nbsp;mins&amp;nbsp;for&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;whole&amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;night&amp;quot;. But its all good, im really looking forward to gettng to Christchurch(: &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I watched Lucky Number Slevin which starred Josh Harnett and he was yummy. Yummier than my meals on the plane(: And Little Miss Sunshine which was pretty good, but I'm ashamed to admit that I liked Lucky Number Slevin more because of the eye candy :S &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I wished I had yiwen's crazy ability to sleep really odd hours because I think I'm going to get jet lagged.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And I wished Germaine was here with me because there's like ang mohs whereever I turned.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ok, will blog again if I have the chance. I want to go read Trent now(: &lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-116561026048572170?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/116561026048572170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/116561026048572170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/12/pop-thy-ears.html' title='Pop thy ears'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-116557670791786153</id><published>2006-12-08T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T19:18:27.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving on a jetplane</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hey y'all. I'm at the Changi Airport now killing time. I'll be flying to Sydney then to Christchurch. I have auto roam so you can sms me if you want to. Lol. I can't believe im missing the 4/2 chalet): Oh wells, hope you all have fun. Maybe next time. I'll be back on the 26 Dec at night. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Prom was initially a terribly boring experience. Until we got to taking pictures. That was rather fun until I er, had gastric. Haha, that was really dumb. Ok gotta catch the plane. Later(:&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;ps: I'm SUCH a boring person. Do you know how many entries I have with the exact same title? (Well, actually I don't know:S)&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-116557670791786153?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/116557670791786153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/116557670791786153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/12/leaving-on-jetplane.html' title='Leaving on a jetplane'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-116549960284657500</id><published>2006-12-07T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T22:13:19.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom</title><content type='html'>Here are the photos. I'm not going to add captions to all of them because I've already spent a lot of time editing them (half the photos were blur because I didnt know how to use my new camera :S) Anyhow, I'm flying off in less than 24 hours and I still have about a million things to do!): Oh, and if you want any of the images in their original size and state, you'll have to find me on msn before I leave or wait till I'm back I guess .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1892/201/1600/579500/IMG_0080_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1892/201/320/907751/IMG_0080_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cam whoring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1892/201/1600/776394/IMG_0084_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1892/201/320/431257/IMG_0084_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1892/201/1600/607608/IMG_0083_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1892/201/320/586049/IMG_0083_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This photo is hilarious. It was quite spur of the moment and everyone was about to leave the hotel room because we were running late. Haha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1892/201/1600/655315/IMG_0088_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1892/201/320/816804/IMG_0088_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I usually don't take pictures with flash. This one was accidental and it was the only clear photo I had with wenz :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1892/201/1600/571901/IMG_0096_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1892/201/320/507774/IMG_0096_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1892/201/1600/860798/IMG_0099_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1892/201/320/369271/IMG_0099_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1892/201/1600/354708/IMG_0087_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1892/201/320/320997/IMG_0087_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1892/201/1600/32756/IMG_0097_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1892/201/320/869403/IMG_0097_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1892/201/1600/48269/IMG_0102_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1892/201/320/166016/IMG_0102_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ACT CUTE!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1892/201/1600/398667/IMG_0104_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1892/201/320/891865/IMG_0104_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lol, naturally cute!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1892/201/1600/871916/IMG_0105_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1892/201/320/208179/IMG_0105_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1892/201/1600/648681/IMG_0110_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1892/201/320/615728/IMG_0110_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1892/201/1600/567455/IMG_0109_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1892/201/320/6711/IMG_0109_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Class leaders!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1892/201/1600/403855/IMG_0115_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1892/201/320/73226/IMG_0115_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi yiwen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1892/201/1600/762450/IMG_0113_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1892/201/320/1375/IMG_0113_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1892/201/1600/720296/IMG_0114_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1892/201/320/77130/IMG_0114_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1892/201/1600/978262/IMG_0111_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1892/201/320/583248/IMG_0111_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1892/201/1600/560331/IMG_0112_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1892/201/320/486739/IMG_0112_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1892/201/1600/352366/IMG_0121_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1892/201/320/232146/IMG_0121_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Room mates! I'm really glad we managed to get a room, and a cheaper rate too since we booked it earlier. And thankfully, everything went without a glitch though yiwen had to sleep in a really uncomfortable position for a while):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1892/201/1600/891422/IMG_0117_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1892/201/320/727425/IMG_0117_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1892/201/1600/874053/IMG_0116_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1892/201/320/27642/IMG_0116_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1892/201/1600/164745/IMG_0118_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1892/201/320/692818/IMG_0118_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1892/201/1600/990242/IMG_0119_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1892/201/320/219453/IMG_0119_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1892/201/1600/398876/IMG_0120_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1892/201/320/945984/IMG_0120_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1892/201/1600/377276/IMG_0124_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1892/201/320/818650/IMG_0124_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1892/201/1600/933103/IMG_0132_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1892/201/320/54329/IMG_0132_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1892/201/1600/352781/IMG_0123_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1892/201/320/412586/IMG_0123_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1892/201/1600/453933/IMG_0130_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1892/201/320/214139/IMG_0130_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1892/201/1600/158258/IMG_0131_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1892/201/320/435636/IMG_0131_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. i need to pack my stuff now. Later(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-116549960284657500?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/116549960284657500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/116549960284657500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/12/prom.html' title='Prom'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-116481520546787273</id><published>2006-11-29T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T23:46:45.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blurb</title><content type='html'>(While talking about viewing stars from our window,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Royal Highness: Do you know that we can see planets in Singapore (with the naked eye)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah. There's one Lonely Planet on my table now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then this blog entry has to end abruptly because I died from His Most Esteemed's tickling which led to me having a fatal giggling fit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-116481520546787273?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/116481520546787273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/116481520546787273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/11/blurb.html' title='Blurb'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-116481492689456289</id><published>2006-11-29T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T23:42:06.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you see into the future?</title><content type='html'>I wished I could blog while I swim because usually there's nothing to do but er, swim. The mind wanders and I begin to think of many many things which I could blog about to spice this place up. It's funny how I have so many things to say, but when I'm sitting in front of the computer, nothing substantial seems to come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I wanted to blog yesterday because it was the 28th November. I could still remember the mixed feelings I had one year ago before I left for Nan. Funny how things turned out. I hope this year's OCIP trip will be smooth and the participants will enjoy it as much as I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I've been busy planning for my NZ trip with my dad. Every night we spent like 3-4 hours planning. It doesn't seem like a difficult thing to do - planning what to do, the sights to see, the places to stay. But the process of it is so time consuming and frustrating! I will be spending 17 nights in NZ, of which 3 nights have been accounted for and I am staying 2 nights at Queenstown. That means, my family and I will be staying at 14 different motels in all. On average, we enquire about 3 motels in one area, that means I'll have to send close to 50 emails. Not counting car rentals, cruises, and the ferry from North to South island. So many things to do and so little time. Plus, I'm a worrier, I worry too much. Thats my bad. But its all good for now, its comforting to know that at least I'll be having the time of my life when I'm there ( I hope).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-116481492689456289?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/116481492689456289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/116481492689456289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/11/can-you-see-into-future.html' title='Can you see into the future?'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-116453701359233042</id><published>2006-11-26T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T18:30:13.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After accidentally knocking my head with an umbrella,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ai, thank goodness exams are over. No need to use your brain anymore."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-116453701359233042?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/116453701359233042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/116453701359233042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/11/after-accidentally-knocking-my-head.html' title=''/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-116438732715029902</id><published>2006-11-25T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T01:04:10.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be careful when you cross the road</title><content type='html'>From my dad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It says here that the minimum age is 12 or 13. That means you can't take the ride!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We can get cheaper tickets since you're still a child"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the A Levels are FINALLY over. And instead of burying myself in lecture notes and such, im reading up on the Lonely Planet for New Zealand. It's like I never left school. I'll be busy these few days planning for my trip and shopping(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hols are here! Go out and party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1892/201/320/640251/Dsc00521.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;Byebye LTBT, NPT, SALT I, SALT II, INF, START I....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-116438732715029902?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/116438732715029902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/116438732715029902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/11/be-careful-when-you-cross-road.html' title='Be careful when you cross the road'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-116326304238786426</id><published>2006-11-12T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T00:42:03.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing will come of nothing</title><content type='html'>I'm terribly sorry with the lack of updates-I'm in the midst of my exams and everyday I'm a nervous wreck. I don't deal with stress well, and the exams are just killing me. I have five more papers left before ultimate freedom! This week has been insane. I am SO worried for maths but whats done is done. And I'm SO worried. SO worried. I don't remember being on such an emotional roller coaster during my O levels...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since I was really young, I will come up with a list of things to do after the exams during the exams. And I do it year after year. I know it sounds corny. But this year, I haven't come up with any list of sorts. And the other day while I was out getting lunch at Northpoint, I observed some workmen putting up decorations. I had to ponder really hard and search deep within my brain before I realised that CHRISTMAS is coming. I completely did not realise we are near Christmas. Now, how sad is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in keeping up with past traditions, here's my attempt at creating another list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;See the Christmas lightup with Cleo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SHOP SHOP SHOP for prom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy the 2 hardboiled books I saw a long time ago&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plan my NZ trip&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a new camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read up on photography&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This is getting lame &gt;_&lt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Talking about No.4, can I say how *excited* I am about the trip? The last time I had a long vacation was ages ago. Erm, 2004. Ok, maybe not that long then. My dad's reading the Lonely Planet and he's planning to rent a caravan/campervan for some parts of the trip. I hope we do end up doing it. I am so excited(: And I love travelling. And I love being on the plane. And this time its going to be my longest time spent on the plane ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem. Back to the studying):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. I have this really cool bruise above my knee. I love bruises &gt;_&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I just realised I have the &lt;a href="http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/nothing-will-come-of-nothing.html"&gt;same blog entry&lt;/a&gt; with the same title from a while back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-116326304238786426?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/116326304238786426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/116326304238786426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/11/nothing-will-come-of-nothing.html' title='Nothing will come of nothing'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-116144783388232561</id><published>2006-10-21T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T00:26:44.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the importance of being idle</title><content type='html'>So I was chatting online with my Dad just now through Gmail's chat and it was such a weird experience. I had to resist typing "lol" and "(:" because it would make absolutely no sense to him. Generation gap I guess. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how I listen to Oasis so much nowadays. I first started listening to them during the period when they had a concert in Singapore. I never really liked them before so I never intended to fork out money for that concert. But nevertheless, I kept playing their songs and since then, Oasis' songs have become my most played songs. Oh, and they are good study music too! I started making study-friendly playlists because I HAVE to listen to something when I study. But I couldn't just play all my songs in random because some of them are rather noisy and distracting. So here are my favourites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oasis&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Matchbox 20/ Nine Days/ Vertical Horizon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Death Cab for Cutie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Snow Patrol&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Josh Joplin Group&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jars of Clay&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jason Mraz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Idlewild&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;And I have to confess that I haven't listened to Simple Plan in ages. I feel guilty:S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the only Grey's Anatomy-related thing I did today was to read the episode recap on their official website. Damn, I'm proud of myself for not spending too much time on Grey's. (But I waste it by blogging)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wasting time in browsing Amazon. I've so many things I want to buy. Hey, Christmas is coming soon. Let me give you some gift ideas for me!(: I want:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Greys-Anatomy-Season-Ellen-Pompeo/dp/B000FIMG5Y/ref=pd_sim_m_2/104-4549542-2339156?ie=UTF8"&gt;Grey's Anatomy - Season Two&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Greys-Anatomy-Vol-Original-Soundtrack/dp/B000H8SFJ8/ref=pd_ybh_a_3/104-4549542-2339156?ie=UTF8"&gt;Grey's Anatomy - Vol 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Sams-Town-Killers/dp/B000GY729M/ref=pd_ybh_a_6/104-4549542-2339156?ie=UTF8"&gt;The Killers - Sam's Town&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/My-Secret-PostSecret-Frank-Warren/dp/0061196681/ref=pd_ybh_a_1/104-4549542-2339156?ie=UTF8"&gt;My Secret: A PostSecret Book&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I'm in a list-y mood as you can see. Lol, the other day I actually added &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B000AA301G/ref=ord_cart_shr/104-4549542-2339156?%5Fencoding=UTF8&amp;m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&amp;amp;v=glance"&gt;The Fray's How To Save A Life&lt;/a&gt; to my cart even though I have no means to get it &gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-116144783388232561?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/116144783388232561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/116144783388232561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/10/importance-of-being-idle.html' title='the importance of being idle'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-116083394912466334</id><published>2006-10-14T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T21:59:33.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Why do I keep hitting myself with a hammer? Because it feels so good when I stop."</title><content type='html'>Just now I was listening to 93.8 and I heard that according to the WHO, 1 million people commit suicide annually around the world. And that is a higher amount compared to deaths from homicides and other disasters, wars etc. (I'll try to find another source on this matter) Wow, thats quite a lot right? In addition,  in rural areas, women have a higher tendency to resort to suicide compared to men. The report cited reasons such as abuse by their husbands and difficult living conditions as major causes. Also, poisoning from pesticides is the most popular method to end one's life (probably in the rural areas). And apparently to curb this problem, the authorities have employed measures such as keeping the pesticides under lock so that it is not readily accessible to commoners (or women in this case). Ok, I find the last sentence very very strange. My hearing is rather bad (but not as bad as Jia Ling's (: ) Well anyway, I don't think this is the proper way to minimise suicide cases. On the other hand, in the UK there is a rising number of men who resort to suicide. The main cause of suicide for this group of people is due to "men having a tendency to keep their emotions within themselves whereas women will most likely share their woes with their friends" Hence, men resort to suicide as a result of all the pent up emotions. Eh, that sounds really weird to me too. Oh, and in the UK, suicide is legal! So I was really curious and asked my Dad if suicide is legal in Singaporeand he said "of course not". Hmmm, a rather interesting issue to ponder about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, correct me if im wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, McVet is gone! I'm so sad): I much prefer McVet to McDreamy anyday! Sigh, I didn't expect Meredith to make a choice so quickly into the season. But I did expect Finn to go since there were no news of the show extending his contract, in other words, he wasn't meant to be a permanent cast member.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I was talking about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;/span&gt;. It's one of the best shows EVER. I've been trying to figure out why I'm so hooked on this show. I was reading the comments on &lt;a href="http://www.tvsquad.com/2006/10/12/greys-anatomy-what-i-am/"&gt;TV Squad&lt;/a&gt; and someone said that every episode has some "undeniable truth about human behaviour" And its so true! Even though people may tend to watch tv as a form of escape from reality, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grey's&lt;/span&gt; allow people to relate to the characters on the show and thereby attracting them to the show. Well at least its is true for me. The characters are sometimes so amazingly cool, but other times, they are just so flawed you want hit them on the head real hard. But it is because of their flaws that attracts so many viewers every week! Haha, I just can't help loving the way every episode is so beautifully crafted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough about the rant. I wanted to put some time into studying. But my Dad and his royal highness are watching football. (Man U is playing) And it is absolutely impossible to study when they are making such a din.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Match's over. A Level's in 18 days): Take care of your health!(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-116083394912466334?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/116083394912466334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/116083394912466334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/10/why-do-i-keep-hitting-myself-with.html' title='&quot;Why do I keep hitting myself with a hammer? Because it feels so good when I stop.&quot;'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-115970020449031449</id><published>2006-10-01T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T19:03:56.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one or the other</title><content type='html'>The other day I was on the shuttle bus and I overheard this rather interesting and cute conversation in chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refering to the younger boy's fear of cockroaches, the elder boy said, "How can you be scared of cockroaches? Are you a guy? Guys are supposed to catch cockroaches for girls!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, my Mom and I are the ONLY ones who does the catching and killing of cockroaches in my house. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad booked the flight to New Zealand so my trip is confirmed! I'll be away from 8-26 December. Whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I just received Haur Ming's message and there's going to be a 4/2 chalet from 20-22 Dec. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 more month to A Levels and I'm a wreck as you can tell from this totally messy entry. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-115970020449031449?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/115970020449031449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/115970020449031449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/10/one-or-other.html' title='one or the other'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-115952526208448011</id><published>2006-09-29T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T18:22:46.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll do it tomorrow!</title><content type='html'>Wow, I'm super pro at procrastinating. Here are the pics we took last week. Finally! And I FINALLY changed Yiwen's link so that her name isn't two words anymore.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/1600/P9200016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/320/P9200016.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/1600/P9200015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/320/P9200015.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/1600/P9200017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/320/P9200017.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/1600/P9200005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/320/P9200005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/1600/P9200010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/320/P9200010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/1600/P9200012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/320/P9200012.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/1600/P9200009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/320/P9200009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like this pic (and the one before) Kind of like the one I have for my template(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough blogging for now(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-115952526208448011?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/115952526208448011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/115952526208448011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/09/ill-do-it-tomorrow.html' title='I&apos;ll do it tomorrow!'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-115952300717033273</id><published>2006-09-29T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T18:04:41.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>then go</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure if it's just a Singaporean thing. But why oh why, do people insist on ruining traditional mooncakes? There are so many flavours out in the market nowadays and some of them are just totally ridiculous. Do we really need Mocha flavoured mooncakes? Or flavours like Champagne? And worst of all, Tiramisu? It's all so weird! I do know that it's all a bid to earn more money during th period but gosh, mooncake flavours are getting so disgusting! And worst of all, Singaporeans are actually snapping these mooncakes up, resulting in an even higher demand to create even more ridiculous flavours for the next season. &lt;s&gt;Singaporeans&lt;/s&gt; People are ruining the true essence of "Zhong Qiu Jie"! I'll just continue eating my plain ol' Lotus Paste(: Not that I'm eating too much for one mooncake=1000 calories. And since mooncakes are particularly "heaty", I'm *trying* to keep away from them so that I won't fall sick that easily. Anyways, I'm quite a hypocrite myself, I love eating Harbour City Restaurant's Moontarts. They are like small versions of mooncakes (no not those mini mooncakes) but aren't exactly traditional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/1600/moontarts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/320/moontarts.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My family is CRAZY over those Moontarts. Year after year we just buy a few boxes of these(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting demoralised over my Prelim results. Sure, it's just the prelims, no big deal yada yada. I always thought I'll have no problem getting into a local university. No, I'm not being arrogant. I have always envision myself to end up in a local university after my A Levels. And now, my results are scaring me. Yes, I'm really afraid that I'll fucked up and end up with no where to go. Mom's always saying that there are many roads to take if  I can't make it, like other private schools in Singapore. But gosh, I don't think I can take the stench of failure. It would be so embarrasing if I failed my A Levels! I've chosen this road and even though with every day, I realised that perhaps I'm not suited for JC, but there's no turning back. I don't want to waste two years of my life! Dad has hinted that he may be able to send me overseas but I don't want to study overseas just because I can't make it here. And I wouldn't want to put a financial strain on my family. And it isn't fair, if His Royal Highness can't study overseas, what gives me the right to? And I'm a homey person (right yiwen?), I don't think I'll survive years overseas even though I do want to study overseas. Sigh. All this doesn't matter now anyway. I need to focus but god, I can't seem to focus. And I don't understand so many things! I start panicking, resulting in me not being able to understand anything and I panic even more. It's a vicious cycle. And its crazy with me worrying and putting unnecessary pressure on myself. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's new Grey's. Hopefully that will cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If self is what I thought of, I'd be where he is - GONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-115952300717033273?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/115952300717033273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/115952300717033273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/09/then-go.html' title='then go'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-115833538125310446</id><published>2006-09-15T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T23:49:41.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>because maths is confusing enough</title><content type='html'>{ cowface }                    The Black Dahlia. says:&lt;br /&gt;u wanna differentiate my eyes? i'll INTEGRATE YOUR ASS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-115833538125310446?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/115833538125310446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/115833538125310446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/09/because-maths-is-confusing-enough.html' title='because maths is confusing enough'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-115830047959008149</id><published>2006-09-15T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T14:19:21.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sound of death</title><content type='html'>While waiting for my McDonald's delivery just now, I began the arduous task of clearing my Hotmail account. Funny, both His Royal Highness and I HATE McD. It's just that both of us are too lazy to go out and get lunch and it is raining after all. Furthermore, I don't take meat on Fridays, so pizza is out. I haven't eaten McD in a long long time, and boy, the food is getting so expensive nowdays! And it's not even yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 430+ new emails and half of them were junk. The other 49% were junk from people I know and the 1% were important stuff that I have to read. Do people still use Friendster nowadays? I received a couple of notifications here and there and usually I don't bother to "add people" or accept any testimonials. Unless of course the notification is from a particulary close friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a really weird sound emitting from my computer. I fear it is reaching its end. I mean I have it since ... I don't know. But I am still using Win98. Perhaps its time to change. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this is a poor attempt at trying to blog. His Royal Highness blogs more than me nowadays! How is that possible?! He usually ignores his blog for like a few months. And then he dishes out some really cheem stuff. Sigh, at least I have more money than him in my bank account! Heh(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta study. Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-115830047959008149?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/115830047959008149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/115830047959008149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/09/sound-of-death.html' title='sound of death'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-115591629936518315</id><published>2006-08-18T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T23:51:39.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>because headbanging just begin to be a tad boring</title><content type='html'>I am thankful for the creation of vacuum cleaners. Did you know that vacuuming the floor is therapeutic? My mom thinks I'm mad but thats ok. But seriously, it really is very therapeutic for if there's one thing I can do darn well, its vacuuming the damn floor. Maybe it's because I'm an impatient person and I seek quick results. And it takes just a split second for my feet to tell me that yes indeed the floor is clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is also because the vacuum cleaner reflect my life - it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha(: I'm weird. But I bet I'm not as weird as someone who points at his butt while talking about backdoor diplomacy. LIKE SURE I GET YOUR POINT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh. And I'm thankful for blogger's spell check for I can't spell "therapeutic" without it. So much for a Lit student):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-115591629936518315?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/115591629936518315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/115591629936518315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/08/because-headbanging-just-begin-to-be.html' title='because headbanging just begin to be a tad boring'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-115459919185511379</id><published>2006-08-03T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T18:03:33.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm seeking completion</title><content type='html'>There are only 6 mini Magnum in one box to take away my depressing thoughts. And that isn't enough to last me for even one week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually wanted to end my blog entry with that but I had enough of short entries. And for the five people who read this, I guess you are indeed beginning to get bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a pretty sian mood. The feeling of emptiness, of nothingness, of numbness. Before this begin to sound like a terribly written Lit essay, I better stop. Somehow, I don't feel  anything even though I have so many thoughts running through my mind. Perhaps I should start organising, cataloging them. Try to figure out a way out of this mess, of this tangled web of emotions. Of trying to make sense of something I was never able to comprehend, of finding a way out of this never ending spiral. Of, well you know, RAMBLING like an idiot, making no sense what so ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the other day, I was working on my School Graduating Certificate. You know the one where you shamelessly praise yourself even though there is no substance in what you say, where you glorify your insignificant deed into one of OH! SUCH! IMPORTANCE! Like how as a class rep, I was "able to bring the class together to decide on (said event)". Or how as a vice-president of Visual Arts, I was "successfully able to lead the club into doing (said event) because I was (insert positive quality)". Although some truth do exist in those statements, they are of in daljit's words "no value". I look back on my years in AJ and though my cca achievements may look pretty impressive on the surface, they feel pretty insignificant in reality. I never made any momentous impact on anybody or any event, I was never able to be successful in any aspect. There's just simply a failure lurking(oh! vocab in the rj paper2) in me. The one who holds empty titles, who is incapable of achieving success, of doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I stand beyond the yellow line when the train approaches the station. That rush of air, the screeching noise of the train as it nears to a stop, the thought of i'm-going-to-fall-and-die, gosh, its just exhilarating. I realised I've been making some suicidal comments but I'm NOT suicidal. Suicide is a plain selfish act. Can you imagine the trauma you bring to the driver who knocked you down? The trauma of those people on the train? More importantly, the grieve of your family, your friends? Suicide is stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His royal highness has ordered some stuff over Amazon and it was delivered last week. Among the items was a Josh Joplin Group album called Useful Music. It's a relatively unknown band and album. But gosh, the album is fantastic. It's the kind of album that makes you feel complete, the kind where you want to laugh and cry and hug the ones you love. Every single song is crafted in such a careful manner with meaningful lyrics. I love that album! Been spinning it the whole week(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I feel slightly better now. I really have to start studying because I don't know a single soul (perhaps a wrong choice of word during this period) who hasn't. Nobody believes that I haven't started to study but well, truth is I haven't. I need to be focused! FOCUS! FOCUS! FOCUS! Lol, I hope by saying this on my blog, it may just actually work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-115459919185511379?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/115459919185511379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/115459919185511379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-seeking-completion.html' title='I&apos;m seeking completion'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-115426627949274627</id><published>2006-07-30T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T21:32:27.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not suicidal</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, most of the time, I wish that I will get knock down when I jaywalk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-115426627949274627?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/115426627949274627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/115426627949274627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-am-not-suicidal.html' title='I am not suicidal'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-115418684889049812</id><published>2006-07-29T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T23:39:41.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just one more second later</title><content type='html'>Just now, I was at the Starbucks at Northpoint. While waiting for my coffee, I was chatting with the barista and he thinks I'm only Sec 2! BOO!): I know I don't look anywhere near 18 even though my birthday is in January. But Sec 2?! Lol, but he gave me free vanilla to go with my latte though. Whee!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's soft rock weekend on Class 95. I love listening to the weekend specials because the djs talk less. And I love soft rock! Whee!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All's well except my stomach is driving me up the wall. I want to surgically remove my damn stomach):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-115418684889049812?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/115418684889049812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/115418684889049812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/just-one-more-second-later.html' title='just one more second later'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-115402525266699644</id><published>2006-07-28T02:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T02:34:12.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing will come of nothing</title><content type='html'>Yiwen, "I know why your hair drops!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Because of GRAVITY"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Issac Newton must have been really clever to have discovered gravity (all maybe its the apple), but he's not clever enough to reverse the effect of gravity! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, that wouldn't enable me to lose less hair anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-115402525266699644?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/115402525266699644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/115402525266699644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/nothing-will-come-of-nothing.html' title='Nothing will come of nothing'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-115348317568715995</id><published>2006-07-21T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T19:59:36.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not getting the equations right</title><content type='html'>I hate confrontations. And conversations with random strangers. Especially awkward moments in the lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I was out buying char siew rice for lunch. There's a pretty good one at Chong Pang. So there was I queueing up for the rice and starring at the beng, who was cutting the meat, because he has really sissy tattoos. I must state that I was NOT at the back of the queue. And then imagine my surprise (and annoyance) when this Chinese middle-aged lady came over and asked me what the queue is for, and whether the food is good. Now, I'm usually not rude but I HATE talking to weird people I don't know. So I quickly said char siew rice and said because it was nice and quickly turned away. Can I please emphasise again that I absolutely dislike talking to unknown people? Also, I felt it was weird because the sign on the stall had huge words declaring "TIONG BAHRU ROASTED PIG RICE". Maybe she was illiterate, but there were pictures all over! And the question on whether the food was good? Like DUH, there's a queue! I think queues give you the best recommendations than any other food guide out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I don't like talking to strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My  Mom being the ultimate CID inspector of my block have found out that there's another AJ student living in the same block as us. And horrors of horrors, she actually spoke to him and knew more about him than me. Lol, actually it isn't that bad lar. Just that I daoed that guy a couple of times. (I'm sorry! Honest!) Just now, we took the same lift and it was rather awkward. He lives on the eighth floor. (I live on the tenth) Those few seconds felt painfully like a few minutes. Perhaps I was the only one feeling awkward and overreacting. Before he stepped out of the life, he even said "thank you" and smiled. Gosh, he's so nice and I'm so mean &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think wenzie will like him. He's geeky and a sciencer. Too bad wenzie is stalking someone else online(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been online in a week and the moment I came home today, I could not tahan anymore and browsed through all my favourite websites. Thank God the world is still intact. Although I wouldn't say that in the Middle East. Also, it is funny that I'm keeping myself offline, but I'm not doing more work compared to the past):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current wallpaper is the one with Brandon Routh as Superman. Everytime my dad uses my computer he will always comment, "why Superman" and the like, as if to say he can be Superman too. But sorry dad, you may always be my SuperDAD, but there's only one Brandon Routh! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to my maths. SIGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-115348317568715995?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/115348317568715995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/115348317568715995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/not-getting-equations-right.html' title='not getting the equations right'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-115304803989166469</id><published>2006-07-16T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T19:07:20.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking Contradiction</title><content type='html'>I've been trying to keep myself from using the computer. Been really busy with school, extra lessons, homework and catching up on sleep. Although to tell you the truth, I haven't touched any work except to read my history readings today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; time of the month again. And I know its REALLY ridiculous to get all grumpy and depressed. And I hate it that PMS affects me so much. But I just can't help worrying. Worrying about school, results, people and hair. I think it is rather ironic that I'm so worried of hair dropping off but yet I can't help stressing myself which probably leads to it falling more. God, I gotta snapped out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, my winamp has played a grand total of three New Found Glory songs within one hour in random mode. Which is weird because I only have ten of them out of 1237 songs. Gosh, I started listening to Nfg in my secondary school days and suddenly it seems like such a long time ago. Also today, I went back to my old neighbourhood in Ang Mo Kio with my parents to get some stuff. Even though it has been more than three years since we moved to Yishun, it seems like eternity): Don't get me wrong. I love where I'm staying now because I have this absolutely stunning view of the sky whenever I want (well, kinda) but I still miss my old house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called nostalgia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-115304803989166469?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/115304803989166469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/115304803989166469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/walking-contradiction.html' title='Walking Contradiction'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-115294328118695618</id><published>2006-07-15T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T14:01:21.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>now look who's laughing</title><content type='html'>Everytime after I cut my hair, people will tend to ask "did you cut your hair?" or comment "you cut your hair!" Which is pretty &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;duh&lt;/span&gt;. I usually cheekily reply, "no, it just fell off"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly. It's not very funny anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-115294328118695618?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/115294328118695618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/115294328118695618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/now-look-whos-laughing.html' title='now look who&apos;s laughing'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-115209854627679980</id><published>2006-07-05T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T23:04:01.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>It is kinda sad that I'm saying Happy Birthday to myself, rather my blog. Haha, whatevs! I'm really amazed that I've been blogging for THREE long years. Wow. It's quite amazing. Somehow, it seems like a very long time ago while sometimes it seems like just yesterday that I started blogging. I remember that I started this blog as an outlet to vent my frustrations. While some things don't change-I'm still a pretty much depressing person, I'm glad I don't rant on this blog that often anymore(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've changed the template because the previous one was so so old! I'm totally loving this one. I took the picture during my cruise trip in June. I know the layout is pretty much the same but it IS the most workable layout so far, so I guess it will stay until I get sick of it. I got rid of some links because they were not working anymore. If you want me to link you, drop me a message. And yes, blue is my favourite colour, its pretty obvious right(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me what you think of the picture (or template) Later(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-115209854627679980?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/115209854627679980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/115209854627679980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-115192389340208321</id><published>2006-07-03T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T18:54:38.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because pride killed us all</title><content type='html'>I am significantly upset due to certain events happening at home. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of Eric Bana from his upcoming movie,  Lucky You . It isn't really  important what the movie is about. What's more important is Eric Bana is in it.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/1600/eric%20bana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/320/eric%20bana.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel slightly better already. The power of Eric Bana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information and pictures regarding the movie, go &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/ohnotheydidnt/7454494.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-115192389340208321?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/115192389340208321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/115192389340208321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/because-pride-killed-us-all.html' title='Because pride killed us all'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-115180732176725164</id><published>2006-07-02T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T12:25:49.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no clamour for a kiss</title><content type='html'>Dear all, I'm turning three soon. Hence, my owner has decided to haul her lazy ass to design a new template for me. Wow! I'm excited because I'm sure you can relate to the fine experience of having new clothes! Obviously, she's keeping to the same layout because: 1) it has been the most practical and efficient one so far 2) she's too lazy to design a new one. The owner will also use a picture she has taken for the template. (To tell you the truth, it's not that she takes nice pictures, it's just that she takes a lot, so the chances of them turning out well is higher. But don't tell her I said that-she thinks she has amazing photography skills. But seriously, who is she kidding?!) I'm going to go hurry her to finish the template soon. We all know how well she is at procrastinating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Boo! I'm cranky because my dad and his royal highness spent the whole night watching football and they were so so noisy! I woke up like so many times during the England and Portugal match. Especially, from 12am-2am. But I didn't want to contribute to the yelling, and I think they were rather upset because England is out. And it is one in four years etc etc. Oh well, next time, I'll sleep with ear muffs): I'm also getting annoyed at saybox and its ads, any suggestions for alternative tagboards? I'll probably switch back to cbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-115180732176725164?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/115180732176725164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/115180732176725164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/no-clamour-for-kiss.html' title='no clamour for a kiss'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-115141345478653869</id><published>2006-06-27T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T21:04:14.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thou shalt not commit the same mistake twice</title><content type='html'>The exams are almost over. I only have one paper, and two days to study it. Yes, I know its only the mid years and there's no big deal. But I can't feeling so disheartened, so disappointed. Is this my best? Obviously not. Which is initially puzzling. Its not that I didn't put in effort. Perhaps, or rather, most likely, I didn't put in enough effort. I wasn't mentally prepared for it. I didn't know or could not perceive how exam conditions is liked. I just basically didn't study enough. At this point, the "should haves" starts to increase exponentially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells. I've learnt my mistakes. Can we please just move on? It's starting to get depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to declutter my mind. I'm thinking of that time during the holidays when I went onto the cruise. It was really a good detox for the mind. I didn't "entertain book, thought or each other" OH MAN, I AM SUCH A FREAK): Sadly, thats the only quote I can remember from Hughes, besides "the world rolls under the long thrust of his heel/over the cage floor the horizons come" Erm, digression. I liked the short cruise trip. Basically, there's nothing much to do except eat, eat and eat. And for me, endless hours to spend watching the sky and sea (not at night though, I'm terribly afraid of water at night) go by. And of course, gambling at the casino. I didn't spend that much time at the casino though. The novelty runs off very fast. I can't believe I donated $40 playing the jackpot): Anyway, the smoke in the casino was so bad, I couldn't take it for long. Oh man, digression again. Point being, I really enjoyed the cruise because for that short period of time, I was in perfect harmony with the world. No silly, worrying thoughts. I'm convinced it was the effect of the sky and sea(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, through this exam, I realised that the way I'm studying-it's not right. And my ability to absorb is way low. I don't know whats wrong. How do you "study better"? I don't think I'm doing the right thing. I spend time. Quite a significant amount, but it is not productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, I SO have to get over the fact that some people are much smarter, able to absorb fast, ability to study last minute and do well and learn to love myself more for my apparent stupidity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-115141345478653869?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/115141345478653869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/115141345478653869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/06/thou-shalt-not-commit-same-mistake.html' title='thou shalt not commit the same mistake twice'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-115141196959534899</id><published>2006-06-27T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T20:39:29.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>because you can't accept the truth</title><content type='html'>I think the inherent need to share, to tell, is a tad overdone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the world will be a much nicer place if people would just take a little more effort to spare a thought for others and put themselves in their shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that one needs to have a lower perception of themselves. The arrogance? Sorry, its not needed or wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the only way for the brain to absorb more is to clear all the insignificant and irrelevant details. Just like a computer, the amount of memory is limited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it needs to rain, pour heavily. People need to get drenched, soaked to the skin. Whoever said sunshine brings happiness never played in the rain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-115141196959534899?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/115141196959534899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/115141196959534899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/06/because-you-cant-accept-truth.html' title='because you can&apos;t accept the truth'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-115099360441246167</id><published>2006-06-23T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T00:29:38.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Cries were too like silence"</title><content type='html'>I am so totally geeked out and exhausted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is only THREE more days to the exams. I'm a nervous wreck. Mainly because there's no way I can possibly finish studying or finish my homework. I know its &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; the Mid Years and its no biggie. But I can't help stressing myself up. This leads to me not being able to absorb anything when I study and me becoming a nervous-er wreck-er. It's a vicious cycle. My mind constantly screams "HURRY HURRY HURRY" but the more I try to move faster, the longer I take to absorb things! Oh no, I'm really so fucking stressed, I'm going positively insane. I can't even sleep well. When I lie down in bed, I start thinking, "OH NO. CANT FINISH STUDYING. I'M FINISHED. BETTER NOT SLEEP. GO STUDY" And then I wake up, start trying to memorise maths formulae which I still can't remember and theres only THREE more days! I'm going crazy and I just want to give up and cry my eyes out. I admit I don't deal with stress well and when it comes smack in the face I just go mad. I think stress is another reason why the event of the month is not here yet. And I know I'm in this state partly because I'm PMSing and partly because I have a nervous disposition [according to my horoscope but I dont really believe in those crap]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee. Major digression. I actually wanted to take a break by talking about my favourite studying music. Another time I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I actually really like Hughes' Crow's Account of the Battle. But that is the only poem I favour because the rest don't make no sense. Below's a quote I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Too like being blown to bits yourself / Which happened too easily / With too like no consequences"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-115099360441246167?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/115099360441246167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/115099360441246167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/06/cries-were-too-like-silence.html' title='&quot;Cries were too like silence&quot;'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-115080796814627627</id><published>2006-06-20T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T20:52:48.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right now I'm feeling extremely peeved. Look, I understand that the World Cup is one in four years and yada yada. But &lt;s&gt;men&lt;/s&gt;, sorry I shouldn't generalise, people should not use it as an excuse for everything! It is one in four years, but your family, the people around you? WE ARE HERE FOREVER YOU IDIOT(S)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, it is not like as if I wasn't expecting this to happen. Me, of all people should know very well. Look, I don't hate football. I never liked it much, but that does not mean that I don't understand how others feel! Personally, I think football is a very exciting game and all. I actually caught the whole of one half when I was out the other day. Haha, it's really rare for me you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually wanted to post some photos from my cruise/genting trip a few weeks ago but I'm too lazy/too tired/too drained/too busy/too flustered to go edit them. Actually, editing photos helps to relax the mind. But I will get around to doing it. Sometime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-115080796814627627?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/115080796814627627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/115080796814627627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/06/right-now-im-feeling-extremely-peeved.html' title=''/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-115038925416298965</id><published>2006-06-16T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T00:34:14.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>counting blue cars</title><content type='html'>Whee! I'm back to blogging. I procrastinate WAY TOO MUCH. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish sometimes that I have an elephantine memory (read: like lings and germs) so that I can remember to blog about a specific idea that occurred to me out of the blue in the day. Often, I get in front of the com, get ready to blog and forget instantly what I wanted to talk about. I have such a terrible memory that my tuition teacher often get so exasperated because I can NEVER remember formulae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, SMUN. I may have enjoyed it more if I didn't skip the first day or more likely, if I didn't fall sick. It just felt extremely weird to budge in suddenly. On the other hand, the sessions, though initially was rather interesting turned out to be extremely tedious and tedious and tedious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently caught x3 and I really enjoyed it a lot, even though it was an extremely terrible movie. I wasn't expecting a three hour long movie, but the movie felt really flat like a piece of roti prata (pardon me, i'm hungry) at just one hour plus. I really wished more was done to develop the characters. Nevertheless, I rewatched the movie twice in the same night. And I actually watched Jean Grey die four times before I decided that I was getting quite obsessive. And I watched Iceman kicked Pyro's ass three times. (ppx: HAH! MY Iceman kicked YOUR Pyro's ass!) Lol. And I actually got quite sad when Magneto lost his powers. Ah, what the heck, I was so sad when some of the mutants lost their powers! If I had mutant powers, I will want to fly. Getting those gorgeous, beautiful wings like Angel will of course be a big bonus. I know its a rather "boring" power compared to Yiwen's power of producing pop corn though(: But to be able to fly, to be able to jump out of the window, spread your wings and fly! AND FLY! I can try jumping out of the window now, but instead of flying I think I will just fall(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother just ordered the pepper drumplets meal from Macs. And being the cheapo that I am, I'll go steal some of his food (fries), even though I had way too much &lt;s&gt;potatoes&lt;/s&gt; carbos today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that I refered to my brother as well "my brother" instead of "his royal highness". A clear sign of my hunger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, I gotta get up early for tuition tomorrow and be depressed):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-115038925416298965?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/115038925416298965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/115038925416298965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/06/counting-blue-cars.html' title='counting blue cars'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-114965678494768086</id><published>2006-06-07T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T13:06:24.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm sick and missing the first day of the singapore model united nations conference at nus! BAH):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-114965678494768086?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/114965678494768086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/114965678494768086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-sick-and-missing-first-day-of.html' title=''/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-114907192280661671</id><published>2006-05-31T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T18:38:42.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cruising away</title><content type='html'>i'm crusing to genting. leaving the house in 5 minutes and im still on the com(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in case you are like cleavon, i'm not going to cruise directly to genting because its on a mountain/hill. its cruise to port klang then up to genting(: i'll be back saturday night. i hope i dont sink because i've been having recurring dreams of sinking recently. and it doesnt help that i just caught poseidon recently): nevertheless, if i die, i love all of you alot! yes, the 15(!) of you who reads my blog. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-114907192280661671?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/114907192280661671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/114907192280661671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/05/cruising-away.html' title='cruising away'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-114854994802577261</id><published>2006-05-25T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T17:39:08.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i eat vegans...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/1600/cow-cream.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/320/cow-cream.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...to save yiwen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-114854994802577261?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/114854994802577261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/114854994802577261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-eat-vegans.html' title='i eat vegans...'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-114854980774917403</id><published>2006-05-25T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T17:36:47.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I was young, I remember watching shows where the loser kid never gets picked by the guys to be in their soccer team. I always pitied the poor kid because frankly, we all need friends and I was afraid that I will end up like one of those losers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel the same way now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-114854980774917403?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/114854980774917403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/114854980774917403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/05/when-i-was-young-i-remember-watching.html' title=''/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-114814644614941033</id><published>2006-05-21T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T01:34:06.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I think depression is self-induced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, how powerful we all can get if we just put our minds to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-114814644614941033?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/114814644614941033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/114814644614941033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/05/sometimes-i-think-depression-is-self.html' title=''/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-114796198723496411</id><published>2006-05-18T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T22:19:47.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This morning I woke up with a surprisingly sharp pain at my ankle. In all my morning fogginess I recalled that I very carelessly knocked my ankle, onto the computer table at 211. Yes I know I'm really lousy/clumsy/silly/stupid etc etc. I feel that way too. Lol. Nevertheless, my surprise immediatly turned to excitement because I really hope I had a bruise! But nah! I didn't have any. Sigh, I was hoping I had a bruise like the very huge one I had over the Chinese New Year. I'm going to cross my fingers and hope I get one tomorrow(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, I think I'm disturbed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-114796198723496411?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/114796198723496411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/114796198723496411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-morning-i-woke-up-with.html' title=''/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-114787478544727244</id><published>2006-05-17T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T22:11:03.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i cant just walk away. i cant.</title><content type='html'>AJ BOLEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went down to support AJ's volleyball finals. I'm so glad we won! The vball guys were amazing and the match was so exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice meeting Wan Lin and Cleo. [And also Kai Yuan. And I'm sorry I didn't see Desmond even though I walked past him):] At one point, 3 of us watched the match together. We were rooting for Hock and Ryan because we were all in amkss together. There were many cries of "Go Liang Hock!" and "Good save Ryan!" Lol, it was fun and we were so proud of them! They were just so amazing!(: And watching with Cleo, my girlfriend-whose-boyfriend-is-a-volleyball-player is very enlightening because she knows the vball rules well. And it was nice seeing wan again! I miss those days when we hang out all the time and have such weird and ridiculous nicknames for each other;) Anyways, I'm just really proud of ajcians, the way we cheered and came down to support the vball guys. I will never ever scoffed at people/roll my eyes again when they talk about "aj spirit" anymore. I've also never seen Germaine cheering and screaming so enthusiastically! As Germs puts it, its worth it to fail our history and lit test now(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry this entry is rather disjointed and doesnt seem to have any direction. I'm really tired now. Going to sleep and wake up at 3 to perhaps do some studying and not doze away(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, one more thing. Today was insane. Not just because of the volleyball match. I've never felt so guilty, irritated, confused, helpless and excited all in one day. I hope I settle this problem of mine. It didnt struck me as something particularly significant because I've been dealing with it for 6 years now. But I guess I'm affected by it. And we all are. Sigh, if only human beings were simple. If only I had the courage to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to give a shout out to mah sexeh nigger whose probably reading this blog, I so love you! Cheer up babe(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-114787478544727244?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/114787478544727244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/114787478544727244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-cant-just-walk-away-i-cant.html' title='i cant just walk away. i cant.'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-114770759721295490</id><published>2006-05-15T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T23:39:58.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>go away you ever lingering pressence</title><content type='html'>Do you believe in retribution? Karma? I do. Which makes it all the more ironic that its biting me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a comparison, Nicole Richie when discussing about her falling out with between her and Paris Hilton said that when she came out of rehab, she had to make a decision to include some people in her life, and Paris isn't one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how she can so easily cut someone off. I bet its easy when you don't have to see each other everyday. Unfortunately, that doesnt work for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was watching Desperate Housewives just now. I start watching a programme in the middle of the second season, and I'm totally clueless with what's happening. That's why the world needs &lt;a href="http://www.tvsquad.com"&gt;TV Squad&lt;/a&gt;. Family secrets should so be swept under the rug, all the time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-114770759721295490?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/114770759721295490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/114770759721295490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/05/go-away-you-ever-lingering-pressence.html' title='go away you ever lingering pressence'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-114699088933335557</id><published>2006-05-07T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T16:34:49.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get the party going</title><content type='html'>I just realised that there were 2 hilariously looking people behind one of the pictures I posted. Look towards The Communist Party (yes, thats the name of the Tshirt and yes, pun intended I guess) picture, the one with Karl Marx, Stalin, Lenin, Mao and some unknown person (the history teacher(s) reading my blog, enlighten me pls).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol(: I heart &lt;a href="http://threadless.com"&gt;Threadless&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-114699088933335557?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/114699088933335557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/114699088933335557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/05/get-party-going.html' title='Get the party going'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-114698187443602280</id><published>2006-05-07T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T14:09:12.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what goes down, comes out</title><content type='html'>It's all 90s Weekend on Class 95. My second favourite themed weekend after Soft Rock Weekend. Listening to Class reminds me of the time when I was just growing up. The too familiar tunes bring back so many fond memories. Of course this was all before I was influenced by his royal highness' taste for rock(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did u all watched the Singapore Votes 2006 on Channel 5 last night? I was on the com while running in and out of the room to see the results. Generally, I realised that the gap between the PAP and the opposition is becoming closer. (I might be generalising) Which is good I think, because it shows that the opposition are gaining more support from the people as they are becoming more and more credible. Of course I wouldnt say the same for the contesting &lt;a href="http://www.singaporedemocrat.org/"&gt;opposition party &lt;/a&gt;in Sembawang(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I spent the whole day at home yesterday, I had the opportunity to bloghop and visit many sites which I previously dont have time for. (My time management is extremely lousy) &lt;a href="http://www.threadless.com/"&gt;Threadless&lt;/a&gt; is having a sale again! I love love love Threadless T Shirts. They're all so cool and thought provoking. And if you order them through &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/sgspree/497768.html#cutid1"&gt;sgspree&lt;/a&gt;, you get to save even more. So its like $20 for one tee which I think is so super worth. However, I won't be ordering this time due to some er, domestic problems. But nevertheless, here's some designs I really love(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/1600/threadless%20be%20green.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/320/threadless%20be%20green.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/1600/threadless%20be%20green%20zoom.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/320/threadless%20be%20green%20zoom.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/1600/threadless%20mourning%20girl.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/320/threadless%20mourning%20girl.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/1600/threadless%20moruning%20girl%20zoom.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/320/threadless%20moruning%20girl%20zoom.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/1600/threadless%20communist%20party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/320/threadless%20communist%20party.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/1600/threadless%20communist%20party%20zoom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/320/threadless%20communist%20party%20zoom.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't want to jinx anything because everytime I say I'm back to update regularly I don't. But I think I've gotten my mojo back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are uncomfortable with me discussing my malfunctioning bowel system, skip this part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I'm having a very bad stomachache. For someone who's permanently constipated, I've been pooping after every meal and its er, of the much softer kind. And it's been like that since yesterday morning. I think I've got food poisoning. Argh. I hate it. I feel so weak and listless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn, I took one hour to blog this short entry. Shit (no pun intened), gotta run. Its time for my lunch to come out the other way. Sigh):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-114698187443602280?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/114698187443602280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/114698187443602280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-goes-down-comes-out.html' title='what goes down, comes out'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-114692320020337150</id><published>2006-05-06T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T23:03:47.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am a live wire</title><content type='html'>Here's some photos from the VA session we had like two weeks ago. Yes, I know I take an extremely long time to upload photos(: Anyways, we are doing wire sculpture as our next project and here's our first session twisting random objects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/1600/eDsc00471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/320/eDsc00471.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I twisted a pair of wired specs(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/1600/eDsc00479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/320/eDsc00479.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And me modelling everyone's creation. Lingsy made the star wand(: (And I absolutely hate my small and uneven eyes=/ )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/1600/eDsc00482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/320/eDsc00482.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lingsy's hungry. Lol, Wenzie made that cult like thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/1600/eDsc00467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/320/eDsc00467.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And our glass slippers! We made this pair of shoes completely out of paper (and lots of masking tape) I really think we should have won that "competition" but oh wells(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try to get some work done. Been on the com the whole day. Oops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-114692320020337150?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/114692320020337150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/114692320020337150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-am-live-wire.html' title='i am a live wire'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-114688795477110124</id><published>2006-05-06T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T11:59:14.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's polling day! Even though the 'public holiday' has got nothing to do with me, I somehow feel that I'm being left out of something very important. It's like the whole house is all involved in voting, and I'm left out in the dark. It's a weird feeling. Usually when I'm home, everybody just minds their own business, which is fine by me. But today, it's like everyone has this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;plan &lt;/span&gt;but I'm not involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, the other reason is probably because this is the first time in a long time my parents (and his royal highness) get to vote. Ang Mo Kio HARDLY gets contested in the previous years (except this), but I'm not sure about Sembawang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, I'm looking forward to the time when the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adults&lt;/span&gt; (er, I hate to use this term but I'm the only one underaged now) leave the house so that I have some alone time later(:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-114688795477110124?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/114688795477110124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/114688795477110124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-polling-day-even-though-public.html' title=''/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-114644524590226305</id><published>2006-05-01T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T09:00:45.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new old</title><content type='html'>The new template isn't working out, hence I changed back to the old one. The current one was too ugly):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a public holiday, a long weekend, and I haven't done a single piece of work yet. Sigh. Oh wells, after breakfast perhaps. I'm going out for my BK breakfast now. I know Germaine and Yiwen love Macs breakfast, but for me? BK's the best(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-114644524590226305?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/114644524590226305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/114644524590226305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/05/new-old.html' title='new old'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-114614226971490665</id><published>2006-04-27T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T20:51:09.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i eat vegans</title><content type='html'>Today, I had my booster for Hepatitis A at Tan Tock Seng. And can I say that I'm really proud of myself that I didn't cry? I think I've gotten over my fear of needles because I didn't cry the previous time when I had 3 injections at one go before the Nan trip too. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really random, except that I'm feeling particularly proud with myself. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer is fixed, all by myself too. Lol, I'm a genius(: [Thanks to Google no less =/] I need to come up with a new template! But I'm stuck and there are really so few Paint Shop Pro tutorials online, it's like everyone is using Photoshop. And I don't think my ancient win98 machine is compatible anyways for ps. Oh wells, psp is really fun [though vexing] to work with(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just feeling particularly &lt;s&gt;happy&lt;/s&gt; content. It's like the feeling you get after finishing an extremely delicious and staisfying cup of coffee(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-114614226971490665?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/114614226971490665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/114614226971490665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-eat-vegans.html' title='i eat vegans'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-114519995646437366</id><published>2006-04-16T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T23:05:56.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thank goodness for web messenger(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-114519995646437366?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/114519995646437366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/114519995646437366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/04/thank-goodness-for-web-messenger.html' title=''/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-114518692520930079</id><published>2006-04-16T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T19:28:45.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a rant</title><content type='html'>I am SO frustrated with myelf! Usually I won't accept random attachments or click on links over msn. But for some stupid reason, I clicked on this link Jaclyn sent and now I have an irritating virus. ARGH. I thought it was just a normal spyware so I ran Spybot, but it reappeared everytime I cleared it. It doesnt help that I'm a computer idiot. Moreover, (linking words. er, daljit is getting to me =/) after reformatting my computer and getting all my programs and files transferred recently, I do not want to reformat again! Gee. And I can't go on msn for fear of sending it to my friends. Sigh. Well, I will be more focused on work without msn, but still, it's just really vexing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so pissed, I will go continue headbanging to Arctic Monkeys now. (And also my History essay, Lit essay outline, GP compre, Maths practice for test)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-114518692520930079?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/114518692520930079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/114518692520930079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/04/rant.html' title='a rant'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-114451892964378500</id><published>2006-04-09T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T01:57:59.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nobody said it was easy</title><content type='html'>Yes I'm finally back with a 'proper' update. So what's been going on? Well, I've gotten a new old pc, which is slightly better than my previous one. Took a while to get it up and running. I tell you, installing drivers are a pain in the ass. But nevertheless, I still love Windows 98(: While digging for all the necessary software (which I had much difficulty because they all have the same plain cover :P) , I found some of my really old com games like Heroes3. And I got hooked immediatly. Gosh, playing all those maps all over again. Its really addictive. Too bad my civilisations3 dont work anymore! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this morning I had Maths tuition, my tuition teacher loaned me her tys and she wants to have 2 sessions per week 'cos there's "too many topics to cover" Gee, and for one second, I actually thought of spending my whole weekend doing maths. The aj geek is creeping into me. Help!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/1600/Dsc00302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/320/Dsc00302.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's difficult to disagree. Lol. By the way, I so did not vandalise the wall ok? Vandalism is an art and well, this piece is just really fugly(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/1600/Dsc00300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/320/Dsc00300.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm just going to unwrap it for fun instead of reading it. Look, kino is encouraging you to do so! why not?(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/1600/Dsc00325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/320/Dsc00325.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY are these stuff still around?!  It does bring back fond memories but it creeps the hell out of me. Oh btw, at least it doesnt 'sing' anymore, if you call what it does singing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if the pictures are grainy, I took them with my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With any luck, I might be watching Rent later with His Most Esteemed, His Royal Highness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-114451892964378500?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/114451892964378500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/114451892964378500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/04/nobody-said-it-was-easy.html' title='nobody said it was easy'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-114391678603813529</id><published>2006-04-02T02:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T02:39:46.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i will stop procrastinating later</title><content type='html'>Me: How come its so noisy behind? The kitchen?&lt;br /&gt;Dad: It's the Ministry of SOUND mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to update with lots and lots of photos. But I'm really sleepy after playing hours of Heroes 3. Perhaps later(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attending mass in less than 6 hours, I better go get some sleep, if not, I'm going to doze off during the homily again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-114391678603813529?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/114391678603813529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/114391678603813529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-will-stop-procrastinating-later.html' title='i will stop procrastinating later'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-114380662197992758</id><published>2006-03-31T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T20:03:41.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1% completed</title><content type='html'>[????]Loki's Grin says:&lt;br /&gt;after all, i am V&lt;br /&gt;[????]Loki's Grin says:&lt;br /&gt;V for peixun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, perks sure knows her alphabets all right(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when was the last time you danced in the rain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-114380662197992758?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/114380662197992758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/114380662197992758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/03/1-completed.html' title='1% completed'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-114249716502261812</id><published>2006-03-16T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T16:33:07.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>going bananas over banana</title><content type='html'>I'm currently listening to Jason Mraz on Power98 and I want to shoot myself for not going for his concert tomorrow night. The tickets are sold out): Anyways, his voice is just so sexy(: I can only content with downloading live tracks and videos. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what else is so sexy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERIC BANA&lt;s&gt;NA&lt;/s&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught Munich last night with his royal highness and boy am I glad. The movie wasn't fantastic fantastic but it was really good(: What struck me first was the brutality of the murders. Eric Bana's character Avner and his team started out as newbies and their methods of assassination was plain  juvenile and er, rather funny. Lol, I'm not sadistic btw. But the more they kill, the more it becomes more violent. It's at this point that I understand why the movie is rated M18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were &lt;s&gt;3&lt;/s&gt; 4 scenes that were really memorable. Spoilers ahead if you intend to catch the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First was the scene where Avner and team took revenge by killing a Dutch lady for murdering their team mate. The way she died was just plain gross. I'm really too lazy to describe it but Avner showed a certain amount of respect for the lady even though he lost a friend through her and that touched me a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second was the scene where Avner was arguing with this Palestinian fighter, although his true identity was unknown to the Palestinian. This scene was memorable as it shows well the importance of home for the homeless Palestinians. And its the main reason why the conflicts have been going on for so so long. The scene was really intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third was the scene where Avner gets paranoid because he himself is being hunted for killing the Palestinians, a Russian KGB spy etc. And is also a period where he has lost 3 of his team mates. Avner starts looking for bombs in his room by cutting up the mattress, dismantling the tv, phone etc. [All methods which the team used to assassinate the Palestinians] The haunted look on Avner's face is quite scary. And the idea itself is rather Karma-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forth was at the ending when it shows how the Israeli athletes were killed. That scene was just violent and also downright sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I really love this movie even though it isnt THAT good. Also, I'm quite disgusted that its rating was 7.7 on IMDb compared to Brokeback's 8.0 because honestly, Brokeback isnt good at all. Anyways, I'm biased(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm positive that I'm attracted to Eric Bana's curls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No larh, he's just really sexy in the film. You gotta catch it before it runs out real soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what else made me enjoy the film? Nobody stopped me to ask for my IC! I LOOK EIGHTEEN! *dances around*(: Ok maybe not, because his royal highness was saying that they are too lazy to check because its one of the last few shows of the day. [It was at 9.15pm and I was watching at GV Grand] But look, I notice the usher or the-guy-who-tears-your-tickets-at-the-entrance was looking at me intently and I could tell that he was debating in his mind whether I was eighteen or not, and he decided that I was! I finally look my age! WOOHOO! *dances around somemore* (:(:(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm currently spinning Jason Mraz and Arctic Monkeys. Yes, weird combination, so what? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-114249716502261812?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/114249716502261812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/114249716502261812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/03/going-bananas-over-banana.html' title='going bananas over bana&lt;s&gt;na&lt;/s&gt;'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-114230083447526516</id><published>2006-03-14T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T09:47:14.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>living a  lie</title><content type='html'>Hey, I havent been giving some love to my blog but thats because I have a million things to do. However, I'll do a proper entry soon(: Oh, I'm working on a new template cos the current one is really fugly. I'm going shopping with my girlfriend today. Later(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-114230083447526516?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/114230083447526516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/114230083447526516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/03/living-lie.html' title='living a  lie'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-114182965186773602</id><published>2006-03-08T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T22:54:11.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you know we do it</title><content type='html'>Grr. He's such an MCP. You know why I'm not looking forward to getting married? Because I dont want to spend the rest of my life with anyone who's a dick/has a dick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasty generalisation I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called family for a reason. But I cant think of ANY reason whatsoever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, swept under the rug. That's what we do all the time anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Lent and I told myself that I will swear less during this season and basically be a more patient and understanding person. But it has been only like 7 days and I probably said enough fucks in a day to last me a month. And then I procrastinate by saying I'll start over again the next day. Argh I dont understand whats the point in exercising restraint when we start bickering at the slightest thing at home. Its too fucking fake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-114182965186773602?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/114182965186773602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/114182965186773602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/03/you-know-we-do-it.html' title='you know we do it'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-114164889937964236</id><published>2006-03-06T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T20:45:38.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and i wonder</title><content type='html'>I really don't have any inspiration to blog. There's some, ok one, frustrating and irritating thing happening at home. I want to rip my hair out. I want to just fly away from all these crap. So anyays, here are some quotes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Are you sure you are a guy?&lt;br /&gt;Cleavon: I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I'm worried(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[????] The death god and the chosen apostle says:&lt;br /&gt;damn oscars&lt;br /&gt;[????] The death god and the chosen apostle says:&lt;br /&gt;if i ever win i'll fart at the medal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-114164889937964236?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/114164889937964236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/114164889937964236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/03/and-i-wonder.html' title='and i wonder'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-114152937795591397</id><published>2006-03-05T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T11:29:38.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to nowhere</title><content type='html'>Before I could even update announcing that I changed my template, yao hui tagged(: Lol, so anyways, this picture was taken on the road down from Ban Nam Ree, in Nan, Thailand.  I can still remember the four hour long trip in the large tuk tuk/truck, it was just a neverending view of gorgeous hills and the skyline, with the sunlight streaming in. It was just breathtaking. I love taking pictures of roads. And I love this picture, with the slightly unintentional blurry effect on the left. I'm still not feeling the colour scheme though, but then, it usually takes a long time for me to get used to it. We'll see(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's more pictures from the road down:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/1600/Pc150387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/320/Pc150387.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/1600/Pc150396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/320/Pc150396.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/1600/Pc150392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/320/Pc150392.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I want to upload some pics from my phone. But then my com is too backward to read the phone. Lol, later(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-114152937795591397?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/114152937795591397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/114152937795591397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/03/to-nowhere.html' title='to nowhere'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-114140101858322533</id><published>2006-03-03T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T23:52:52.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a little bit of something</title><content type='html'>I love Fridays, only because its the beginning of the weekend(: Went towning today after school. I havnt been to town in a long time, like since... last saturday(: Well, it doesnt seem that long after all. It's like this ritual that we absolutely have to go town after class every Friday. Perks got her figurines again :S And then she had to leave her file behind in Kino and 3 of us plus Jia Ling had to go back to get it. Cleavon abandoned us again, as usual. Oh, whats really funny is that Cleavon actually recognised Macduff from the Macbeth play the very instant he saw the ad for the Cleo's Most Eligible Bachelor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I'm going out again with perks and cleavon to get our Lit done. It's really sad that we have to meet during the weekend in town to do work):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok later, I'm really tired and I cant think coherently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Walagata decided to stop providing free accounts and all my images arent appearing, including the greenies blog. Any suggestions for image host? I dont really like photobucket, but I might have no choice):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-114140101858322533?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/114140101858322533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/114140101858322533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/03/little-bit-of-something.html' title='a little bit of something'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-114121291225983522</id><published>2006-03-01T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T19:35:12.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and finally</title><content type='html'>I want to cry because there's only the $68 tickets left for Jason Mraz Concert. I didn't think Mraz is that popular in Singapore lar! The student tickets (at $30) are sold out. The seats for the $68 tickets are really crappy and is completely not worth! I should have booked the tickets earlier! Argh. Germaine wants to go with me but the problem is she don't even know who Mraz is lar. I feel bad asking her to go with me):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really upset that I got b4 for chinese. Yes, I know I shouldnt complain when I passed, but still, I was expecting more even though it wasn't justified - I barely studied for chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shan't procrastinate anymore. I really gotta clear that huge stack of homework smiling expectantly at me, waiting for me to complete them. And after witnessing the release of the A Level results, I told myself I don't want to be crying when I get my result slip next year. And if I cry, it should be tears of joy(z) :P I wished I had only homework and homework on my mind instead of a whole list of visual arts, open house, family day proposals, SL scrapbook matters to complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-114121291225983522?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/114121291225983522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/114121291225983522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/03/and-finally.html' title='and finally'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-114112795518315280</id><published>2006-02-28T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T19:59:15.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i predict a riot</title><content type='html'>Just now it was raining while we were walking out of AJ. I haven't walked in the rain in a long time. I missed the threpautic effect of the rain. Usually, I'll feel much better after walking in the rain. It's like as if all my troubles are being washed away by the rain. But then, this time, it doesn't feel the same. I guess my frustration is inked so deep in me that it isnt going to be resolved so easily. It's my own problem anyhow. I have to snap out of this depression and stop hurting myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, History Seminar at NUS. Mr Seng is SO going to read this, but I don't really care(: The performances by some schools were really good while, some schools' performances werent that good. I wonder how they got in. [I don't think we were lousier than them lar! But then I really wouldnt know] I don't agree with the judges' decisions, I think ACJC should have won. But then I guess the judging criteria was based on content and not only the capability to put up a skit. The talks by the various professors there reaffirms my wanting to go NUS to study. Yes, going overseas is too much of a dream and I'm not going to think about it anymore. Focus on reality! I was considering going NTU to study journalism and publishing, but my interest is in History/Sociology/Psychology. Anyways, after the seminar we went to town to walk around. I had to leave really hastily for mass, so didn't spend much time. What was amazing was I met both Kais in different parts of town - Kai Yuan and Kai Yang. Yuan wanted to have a class outing on his birthday. How... shameless :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, before I end off. Mosaic is just around the corner! I'm looking forward to going for some of the performances, but none of my close friends have the same music tastes as me. And I wouldn't want to go alone. Pathetic): Well, I'll see(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-114112795518315280?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/114112795518315280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/114112795518315280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-predict-riot.html' title='i predict a riot'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-114079975410550727</id><published>2006-02-25T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T00:49:14.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meow!</title><content type='html'>My handphone, mp3 player and router are all ganging up to drive me mad. First my phone decide to go cranky and not read my SIM card. Then my mp3 player decides its his turn (yes, Frost is a he) to go cranky and my songs starts skipping. And then my router decides to join in the fun by disconnecting me an umpteen number of times so that my downloads are taking forever to finish. I'm taking 2 weeks to download ONE epidsode of Black Cat. Oh, The Agony. Before that I took an entire weekend to fix my com 'cos my hard disk kinda crashed. Reinstalling windows isnt that bad, but I tell you, installing drivers are a pain in the ass. Or worst. I was so tempted to throw my stupid com out of the window and get a new one with XP. But still, I stay faithful to my 98. For now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally got around to updating the links of those peeps who were using diary-x. HAHA. Blogspot is still the most reliable(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Jia Ling has like ten movies she wants to watch. I only have 3. Walk The Line, Munich and Brokeback Mountain. I'm going to go finish watching Brokeback now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I just realised I haven't read Trent in FIVE days. I'm amazed at my willpower(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-114079975410550727?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/114079975410550727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/114079975410550727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/02/meow.html' title='meow!'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-114069974273344777</id><published>2006-02-23T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T21:02:22.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm blasting Oasis and imagining i'm currently at the indoor stadium rocking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality is harsh though):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nah, I'm not really a big Oasis fan. Only love some of their songs(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-114069974273344777?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/114069974273344777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/114069974273344777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-blasting-oasis-and-imagining-im.html' title=''/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-114062474571426279</id><published>2006-02-22T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T00:12:25.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am not edible</title><content type='html'>warning: this is going to be a depressing post. dont come saying that my blog is boring/depressing etc k? i'm a boring/depressing person anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did it go wrong? I guess everything. Nothing seems to work out anyways. I seem to be living in a constant state of indifference. It's ironic that each day is filled with so much activity, but I just can't seem to find interest in anything. I'm sick of tired of the environment I'm in. I don't see the point in going to school. My mom told me that I can quit school if I come up with a concrete plan on what I'm going to do in the future. Well, I don't think the plan of being a professional stoner will be of much appeal to her unfortunately. School doesnt seem to be making me a 'thinking young adult'. Sure, I think alot. I can just sit there and stone for hours, while thoughts run through my mind. I find it a real pity and rather pathetic that the only encouragement I can give myself now is "it's less than a year until you are out of this shit hole" I cant wait for the day when I can walk out of the school gates, knowing that I will never have to come back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But actually, school isnt that bad lar. Wait, who am i kidding?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just run away from all this mess. Just keep on running on this never ending road to nowhere. When I get really frustrated, the idea of putting an end to this comes to mind so easily. It's really easy to just jump out of the window. I live on the tenth floor and there isnt a single window grill in my whole house. And I constantly dream about flying. So why not? But suicide is a really cowardly way to a solution - no matter how easy it sounds. And it's an extremely messy affair. Can you imagine those poor cleaners that have to clean up after they found my body at the ground level? All the intestines, all the brain tissues, all the internal organs will be splattered across the carpark downstairs. What a mess. I've always disapproved of suicide, its not only just my religion, its just the whole idea itself. But ironically, I have to admit that the only reason why I enjoy jaywalking is, besides the thrill, I always hold on to this ray of hope that some vehicle will appear out of nowhere and knocked me senseless and throw me 5 metres across the road, I hit the ground, head first with a loud thud. However, it's really an irresponsible way of dying for the driver itself. Well, jumping out of the window still seems like the perfect choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh come on. Since when can there be a perfect way to end your life?! =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see crowds of people, I imagine each one of them having this box around them. The box reflects their indifference and their 'heck care' attitude. The box is able to reflect and bounce back all sorts of negative thoughts and vibes. The box acts as a protective layer. (WTF, the idea of Eastern Europe as satellite states acting as a buffer zone for the USSR comes to mind) The box gives a hostile impression. However, my box seems to be made up of the weakest material. It is constantly disintegrating and allowing all sorts of rubbish to come through. Sometimes, I think I get influenced too easily. Sometimes, I think I don't have a strong opinion about anything and I just go with the flow. Sometimes, I allow all the negativeness to affect me so much. Which results in my being very miserable and frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to attempt to rebuild my box. I need to put a stop to all this craziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I need to go sleep. Well, after cutting newspaper articles - of which I see no point in. If I have another night of sleeping for just three hours, I'm going to get even more cranky. And no amounts of coffee will be able to rectify the crankiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-114062474571426279?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/114062474571426279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/114062474571426279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-am-not-edible.html' title='i am not edible'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-113907965961523121</id><published>2006-02-05T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T03:03:24.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you've only got one shot</title><content type='html'>It's 2.35 am now and I'm supposed to wake up at 8am later for breakfast with my mom. I was reading John Grisham's The Broker. Frankly, it isn't a very good book. I'm rather frustrated with some parts of the story. But it had me on the edge of my seat, er, no wait. I was reading on my bed(: But point is I couldn't put the book down. This is my first book that I've read that has absolutely nothing to do with school this year. Sad right? Yes, I know. I've only been reading about 'the vitality of nature' from Ted Hughes' poems and Shakespeare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's times like these, after reading a captivating book that I wish I had an extremely exciting lifestyle, if not something that is not as mundane as now. Although I wouldn't want to be like Joel Backman with four assassins on my trail. Neither would I want to be in prison, in solitary confinement for six years. But still, the book brought me to Europe. I don't think I will ever stop dreaming about travelling the world, going to Europe, Italy, Rome, Vatican City...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realised I like books with which the character is given a second chance. Joel was a dick in  his past life, but the chance of redemption made him an entirely new person. It's also sad that you don't appreciate what you've got until you've lost it. And to some extend, even after a few times of losing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about to say I'm going to hit the sack, but I read somewhere that it means masturbating instead of going to bed. wtf =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-113907965961523121?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/113907965961523121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/113907965961523121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/02/youve-only-got-one-shot.html' title='you&apos;ve only got one shot'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-113898575198954436</id><published>2006-02-04T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T00:55:52.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>he is MY strawberry</title><content type='html'>I would like to take a moment out of my busy-as-hell day to share with you my wallpaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/1600/bleach%20wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/400/bleach%20wallpaper.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;whee!(: Bleach is so cool. I'm only at episode 30+ although I have spoilers everyday from perks, dar and harry talking about it non stop - not that I mind(: The only thing I have against this wallpaper is, how come there's no uruhara?!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having this really &lt;s&gt;gross&lt;/s&gt; cool looking bruise that I'm showing to practically everyone. Eh, it's really funny that I'm so excited and eager to show everyone my bruise(s), but everybody is so grossed out by it. Gee, I have photos of it in my phone. But due to my smartass, I'm unable to transfer the photos because I'm still using win98. win98 needs drivers and the minimum requirement of the software for my phone is 2000. My phone is more advanced than my com=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is worried that people will think I'm getting abused at home. Haha. The biggest bruise I have is about the size of an average Lao Po Bing (Old Wives' Biscuit). Er, I know its close to 1am, but I'm Freaking hungry. So anyways, it's about the size of a clenched fist. So cool right? I've never gotten such a huge bruise before(: Maybe next time I'll get a &lt;s&gt;Bruise&lt;/s&gt; Bruce Wayne! (yiwen's joke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record, I'm not getting abused at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I got to go sleep. Gotta go to school tomorrow for VA. Yes, laugh at me you evil souls..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-113898575198954436?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/113898575198954436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/113898575198954436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/02/he-is-my-strawberry.html' title='he is MY strawberry'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-113853329029434148</id><published>2006-01-29T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T10:55:35.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>From &lt;a href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com"&gt;Xiaxue&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I remember I used to be able to write about my crushes and share secrets with my blogders, but nowadays, I can never do that anymore. :( They all read my blog."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the same way too):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-113853329029434148?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/113853329029434148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/113853329029434148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/01/from-xiaxue-i-remember-i-used-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-113853246194561791</id><published>2006-01-29T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T19:11:56.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>swept under the rug</title><content type='html'>This is impossible. It's my sixth time typing this entry out. I'm losing the motivation to blog everyday. Remember those days when I used to blog at least once a day? Well, those were the days. Maybe it's because I don't enjoy blogging about my terribly mundane life and I'm pretty sure you folks out there don't relish reading it too. So here goes, I really don't want to close down this blog after I put in so much effort. Especially after I encouraged so many people to blog, it's just too hypocritical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so out of touch with the world. I haven't read my newspapers, newsweeks, music blogs, local blogs, sp and green day's fansites in god knows how long. And I seriously don't care about all the class/school politics, or family matters for that matter. [Sorry I wasnt trying to pull an alliteration or any other literary device]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened? Why does everything seem so numb, so unfeeling? Depression?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, I need some really good coffee, some comfy sofas, some really brainless [and sick?] talk with wenzie and perks. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I need some trash to clear my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, I'm listening to Yellowcard's &lt;em&gt;Lights And Sounds&lt;/em&gt; now. It's their latest album and its really good(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-113853246194561791?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/113853246194561791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/113853246194561791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/01/swept-under-rug.html' title='swept under the rug'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-113812097646276830</id><published>2006-01-25T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T00:42:56.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>building sandcastles in the sky</title><content type='html'>woah, due to like extremely popular demand [hello, notice the alarming display of people tagging], I'm back to give my pathetic blog a little boost of life. I REALLY want to change the template, but I still got VA blog template to code, and his extremely royal highness' template to create.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been a total waste of time, but then what's new? I'm just looking forward to CNY, pigging out on the snacks THEN falling sick so I can skip school, THEN skipping cross country! Sounds like a good plan? It's all just a SIMPLE PLAN. Really(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today they were talking about their dream houses during break. My dream house will be made out of glass and nothing but glass. It will be on a beach, on an offshore island that nobody knows. Nope, not from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lost&lt;/span&gt; please, I don't want to hear monsters or meet mysterious french woman, but I wouldn't mind waking up every morning and seeing Sawyer on the beach, half naked of course. And then I will fly into the sky, feel the cool breeze on my face, experience fully the emptiness between my body and the sea beneath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er, I sure drift easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, reality calls, or rather my 4 undone maths tutorials are calling me now. Wtf, I can't believe I accumulated so many [Numerical Methods, Power Series, Functions, Applications of Differentiation] .... SIGH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-113812097646276830?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/113812097646276830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/113812097646276830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/01/building-sandcastles-in-sky.html' title='building sandcastles in the sky'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-113707202333295677</id><published>2006-01-12T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T21:20:23.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>overrating</title><content type='html'>No bengs on my door step on my birthday): Haha, I wasn't really expecting one anyway. really!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was depressed yesterday, but still, it's over. I'm now 18 years and 1 day old and you people are STILL seventeen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the people who gave me the PINK puma bag - perks, wenz, yip, rosy, jia ling, dar, cleavon, gary, thank you! I'm totally loving the present(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To jia ling who gave me PINK nail polish, thanks dear!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to wans for giving me the card/photo, thank you granddaughter! I love the picture you took(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to the people who wished me by sms/call/in school/on my tagboard-&lt;br /&gt;ber, jia ling, haur ming, syahid, daryl, meng suan, mr tong, chuan shen,  jo, pearl, huimin, cleo, fahizul, jac, ed, cheryl, ann, fen, junyi, junwei, bev, Nanos:cali, jeremy, sarah, jenna, lichin, ser xing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really big thank you!(: I'm pretty sure I missed out some people but oh wells, there's always next year(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know its only 9pm but i need to go sleep. my eyebags are scary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-113707202333295677?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/113707202333295677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/113707202333295677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/01/overrating.html' title='overrating'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-113691032564140045</id><published>2006-01-11T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T00:31:43.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and then its another year</title><content type='html'>I've finally reached the big one-eight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm eighteen! And I know most of you aren't reaching 18 anytime soon.. so HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Lol, but you can rub it in that I still have to show my ic when I watch nc16 shows :S ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, Birthdays just don't feel exciting or special anymore. In fact, my dad seems to be more excited than I am. He's been counting down the hours to my birthday for the whole day :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I'll settle for nothing less than an extrememly hot beng as a birthday present(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I figured that as a kid, I was looking forward to birthdays as I get to open presents from my family and get like so darn surprised at all the gifts. Oh, and get red packets from my relatives. Although I still get money, [and the amount has increased significantly with age(:], my parents just save the trouble and ask me what I want. This year I got my SE k750i(: Just last night, his royal highness says he is going to get Simple Plan's MTV Hard Rock Live dvd for me. As we grew older, we just cut straight to the requests and leave the element of surprise behind. Which is perfectly fine for me. I don't really like surprises that much anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, I realise that being 18, isnt really such a big deal. I'm still the same indecisive, contradictory, frusty, cranky person(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/s&gt; Today's going to be a long day with CCA fair. SIGH. I wish I could take a day off. I wish I could jump out of the window and fly to the stars. The first wish seems to be almost as impossible as the second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: to all those people who have wished me happy birthday at the stroke of midnight, or close to, -Ber, Cali, Jia Ling, Haur Ming, Syahid, Perks- thank YOU! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-113691032564140045?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/113691032564140045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/113691032564140045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/01/and-then-its-another-year.html' title='and then its another year'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-113672599985478718</id><published>2006-01-08T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T21:19:10.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bane of my life</title><content type='html'>Sorry I've been MIA for a while. Lessons have begin and well, the time I get to spend online dwindled significantly. I'm missing the holidays. I'm missing the kids. I'm missing Nan. And most importantly, I miss the days when life is just like a Simple Plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Simple Plan alot. CANNOT MEH?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, so anyways. Alot of things happended this week. I'm a little frust and grumpy now because my camera is cranky and spoilt. After being with me for 2 years and to places like Shanghai, Hong Kong, Bangkok and Nan. It has been with me for so many events for the past 2 years. I just feel so lost and empty without it. It's really funny that I can be attached to an item that doesnt breathe, that has no life whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, I still got tons of homework to do. The curse of every student. And since my parents and his royal highness have stopped yelling at each other, I better take the opportunity of this uneasy peace to do my work. Later(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-113672599985478718?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/113672599985478718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/113672599985478718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/01/bane-of-my-life.html' title='bane of my life'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-113619345536491073</id><published>2006-01-02T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T17:17:35.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>doomsday around the corner</title><content type='html'>Yipz^ DETERMINATION says:&lt;br /&gt;WAT GP NEWSPAPERS ARTICLES?&lt;br /&gt;{ cowface }                    The rock candy's melted. says:&lt;br /&gt;theres 10 to be done!&lt;br /&gt;Yipz^ DETERMINATION says:&lt;br /&gt;oh crap... i forgot...&lt;br /&gt;Yipz^ DETERMINATION says:&lt;br /&gt;10????/&lt;br /&gt;Yipz^ DETERMINATION says:&lt;br /&gt;TEN???&lt;br /&gt;{ cowface }                    The rock candy's melted. says:&lt;br /&gt;YEAH, T-E-N. TEN&lt;br /&gt;Yipz^ DETERMINATION says:&lt;br /&gt;it says 2 or 3!!!&lt;br /&gt;{ cowface }                    The rock candy's melted. says:&lt;br /&gt;PER category!&lt;br /&gt;Yipz^ DETERMINATION says:&lt;br /&gt;WE HAV TO DO ALL THE CATEGORIES?&lt;br /&gt;{ cowface }                    The rock candy's melted. says:&lt;br /&gt;YA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment of truth. Lol, I'll make a proper update about yesterday later. I'm TOO busy rushing homework. I know all of you people are doing that too;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-113619345536491073?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/113619345536491073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/113619345536491073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/01/doomsday-around-corner.html' title='doomsday around the corner'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-113604861456487919</id><published>2005-12-31T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T01:17:29.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twenty oh five</title><content type='html'>Twenty oh five has been a really eventful year for me. I've grown so much more in this year alone compared to the past 16 years of my life. Of course when I say grow, I don't mean growing in the physical way. Heh(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I got into Anderson Junior College or more preferably known as the School From Hell. I detest AJC so much and yet I continued to stay in AJ after the first three months. Times spent in 37/05 was truly memorable. The Inter House Drama Competition, BBQ at perk's house, countless trips to ECP, playing with Edmond's handphone, "you complete me"s, rocks for Valentine's Day, Green People, neos, photos, 10-28...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/1600/P2120713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/400/P2120713.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/1600/P2130716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/400/P2130716.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/1600/P5130954.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/400/P5130954.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3505!  The craziest bunch of people EVER. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/1600/Pa260169.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/400/Pa260169.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty oh five was also the year of concerts. Or more importantly THE concert. I'm a big fan of Simple Plan and getting to see them live was like a dream come true. I was so high after the concert. Is it even possible that I love SP even more?!&lt;br /&gt;Then there was Mosaic, baybeats and the Magnets(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty oh five was the year where I started working for the first time in my life, although I wasn't paid. Being attached to the Asian Civilsations Museum taught me many things. Firstly, working SUCKS. Secondly, museums in Singapore are rather sad. Thirdly, being a curator is like so cool, but be prepared to bury yourself with lots and lots of books. Forth, pasting barcodes and scanning them is a fun and addictive thing to do(: Fifth, be equipped with packets of tissue paper to secure your seat during lunch hour;) And also after Journey of Faith, I really want to visit Vatican City one day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty oh five will be the year remembered for the many cups of coffee and whipped cream [bean's ultimate!], chilling and phototaking at the Esplanade area, many attempts to suntan by the beach [not successful in my case], many reruns of Fight Club, 2 trips to Bangkok with each trip 6 months apart and depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty oh five has also been a tough year for my family. My brother's skin took a turn for the worst. My Mom is getting transferred to schools after more than 20 years of working at the same department due to the Ministry's outsourcing. My grandfather is crazy. My grandmother had a heart attack. My aunt had kidney failure. Here's wishing everyone good health in 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip to Nan also taught me many things. Although I'm still the same person, -sorry, no magic wand here;)- , times spent in Nan allowed me to comprehend that Life can be really simple and meaningful, only if we want it to be. I really didnt want to leave Ban Nam Ree. Till this day, even after being back for more than 2 weeks, I still hope I was back in Nan. Life there is just so uncomplicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most importantly, I fell in and out of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm more confident of what I truly want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopes for the New Year? I want to be more decisive and appreciate the little things in life(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf, I took 2 hours to type this super short entry=/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-113604861456487919?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/113604861456487919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/113604861456487919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2005/12/twenty-oh-five.html' title='twenty oh five'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-113578797897586538</id><published>2005-12-29T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T00:43:34.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to reality</title><content type='html'>woot! I spent the whole day doing nothing. It's been a while since I stayed home the whole day alone [with his royal highness out] I never thought I will say this, but its great just doing nothing, and that includes sleeping the whole afternoon away(: I wanted to spend some time with myself and to clear my mind. Actually, it's still a big mess up there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still wish that I was back in Ban Nam Ree. Life here is just too complicated and too messy for me to comprehend. Too many thoughts, too many emotions, information overload. I can't take the heavy traffic. My brain screams 'restart', 'shut down', &lt;s&gt;'refresh'&lt;/s&gt; 'reload' and 'stop' [You mean you're not using firefox?! LOSER];)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't everything be simple? A straight one way road?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/1600/obsess%20with%20thy%20name.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/400/obsess%20with%20thy%20name.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was flipping through my photos and saw this. I remember taking this during the promos period, while studying for history. Eh, I like my name alot ok? I think its Paper 2 because there's colonial Burma in the notes. Lol(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ cowface }                    Yuletide cheers. says:&lt;br /&gt;burma? whats tt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. Back to school in 4 more days. And so the paper chase will begin all over again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-113578797897586538?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/113578797897586538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/113578797897586538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2005/12/back-to-reality.html' title='back to reality'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-113561065019145146</id><published>2005-12-26T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T23:33:52.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing in between</title><content type='html'>WTF. I'm having this splitting headache. My room seems to be spinning. And i'm contemplating killing somebody. If i hear another Christmas carol, I'm so going to scream and bang my head against the wall [eh, this sounds pretty normal]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me, I don't know why I sound so frust though, considering the fact that I went shopping today and bought some clothes. Blame it on the bloody headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/1600/PC2302581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/320/PC2302581.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Too bad rosy wasn't around to share the brownie last Friday. It was so damn good! Mmm. Thinking of it makes me feel slightly better. Hey, chcocolate makes you happy!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I'm suddenly craving for subway! Ah! *drools* I seriously don't understand why people rely on antidepressant. Food is like the natural antidepressant, it perks me up anyday!(: Now perks wants to eat Carl's Jr. Ah! Carl's Jr! Meat Patties! :D I wonder if I will dream of meat patties tonight? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some history class tmr. And then I wonder why am I attending to see some weirdo dancing around?! Grr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-113561065019145146?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/113561065019145146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/113561065019145146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2005/12/nothing-in-between.html' title='nothing in between'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545275.post-113551756452699187</id><published>2005-12-25T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T21:32:47.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>from the dark past</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/1600/lear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/400/lear.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/1600/wenz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/400/wenz.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/1600/seductive%20stairs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/201/400/seductive%20stairs.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was cleaning out my com and I found some old screenshots. My friends are...different;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545275-113551756452699187?l=joyztotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/113551756452699187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545275/posts/default/113551756452699187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyztotheworld.blogspot.com/2005/12/from-dark-past.html' title='from the dark past'/><author><name>jOyZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996656997691010749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://atlas.walagata.com/w/jollyjoyz/P8080169.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
