<?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-14483006</id><updated>2011-06-24T20:49:13.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>poor little rich girl</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>568</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-3895475264455795985</id><published>2006-12-01T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T18:28:33.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>closed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;stomping away to a new address..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HASTA LA VISTA~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo, joy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-3895475264455795985?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/3895475264455795985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=3895475264455795985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/3895475264455795985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/3895475264455795985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/01/closed_12.html' title='closed'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-116489970796189577</id><published>2006-11-30T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T07:40:18.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the purpose of this entry today is to lambaste* singtel for their completely non-existant reception for a grand total of more than 4 hrs! its so suay tt it was the same 4 hrs of killer lect n having to live through tt w/o my jacket is bad enough. but w/o sms?!?! its torture i tell u..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine, an ultra emergency happens n i'm uncontactable? wat if i needed to urgently get someone? wat if i won a million bucks in some lucky draw n they gave my prize away bcoz i was unreachable? who can ans for tt??? tis was not the sorta service i expected of s'pore's no. 1 telcom provider! one which is widely known for it gd reception actually had the cheek to provide nil for such a lengthy period. plus, sp is a mere walking dist away frm the singtel HQ. so there is absolutely no reason at all for tis cock-up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus, it got me all freaked out tt my darling baby was spoilt! my hp is my everything. w/o it, i'm virtually nothing. tts the lvl of dependance n reliance i hv on tt small piece of plastic. so scaring me tis way is soooo wrong. in fact, its outrageously cruel n inhumane. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft the service was finally restored - a long while later - my inbox choked with 17 new messages! many of which required replying to. now, my reputation is tarnished! i've become one of those ppl i hate so much.&lt;br /&gt;the type of ppl who 1) dun reply sms. 2) takes forever to reply sms. n i resent tt! totally, 100%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n how dare singtel send me 8 caller alerts?!?! "XXXXXXX tried to call u when u were unreachable." wtf. i was not &lt;b&gt;unreachable&lt;/b&gt; hor. i was simply denied line access by the provider itself. so dun push the blame to me u irritating n irresponsible thing! bahx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much for giving singtel a 'very gd' rating at yesterday's survey. damn pissed lah. n it does not help tt i'm cramping pretty seriously. grrrr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tempted to switch to ur rival brands juz bcoz u put me through tis anguish today. stupid, idiotic singtel n its connection prob. hey, it irked anna, daddy n jessica's frens too. so its not coz i nv pay pay my bill, whatever. n i bet there r many more singaporeans tt had to suffer due to tis fault of singtel. so much for being the trusted brand. zzzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily, my mood didn't stay sour for long as the d&amp;d meeting was pretty successful n the meeting with kel was great! aft surrendering the money to santoso, i felt soo v poor. its $140 okay! sobs sobs. dinner was at &lt;i&gt;pasta mania&lt;/i&gt; bcoz coincidentally, both kel n i were craving for italian cuisine.. ;P n we even went d&amp;d attire shopping.. got a pretty white feathery brooch frm some pushcart. its buy-one-get-one-free so we both now hv them in matching colours. =) mommy says i'm a typical singaporean. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*to reprimand or berate harshly.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s (&lt;u&gt;ikea tampines&lt;/u&gt; opened today. there was a super super long queue for the free shuttle bus as early as 8am in the morn. honestly, i tink the queue stretched frm the mrt stn to the interchange. singaporeans..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-116489970796189577?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/116489970796189577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=116489970796189577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116489970796189577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116489970796189577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/11/purpose-of-this-entry-today-is-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-116485566795263773</id><published>2006-11-30T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T19:01:08.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;REPLIES TO TAGBOARD&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= white&gt;ting:&lt;/font&gt; oh.. so long ago n haven subside ar? poor u.. muz rmbr to rub leh.. if not the blood not moving will keep getting darker by the day then not gd for u also.. perhaps boil an egg to massage or something. sayang sayang k.. haha. btw, my tagboard is smart, it can censor wrds. lolx. =P oh ya, thanks for saying tt no matter what happens, i'll always be ur darling. *touched* i love u too. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= white&gt;xueqin:&lt;/font&gt; i copy u? haha.. anyhow lah. ^^ n i'm sooo jealous. my bear is getting much more attn then me. *sulks* =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= white&gt;jessica:&lt;/font&gt; i tink its ok le ba.. dun worry ba dear. keep smiling. we must keep pessimism at bay. stay happy forever n ever (X1000) okie?? hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= white&gt;zest:&lt;/font&gt; we call for proj sake leh.. u call just for fun lor.. police station somemore, careful kenna arrested for prank calling sia. haha.. =) really nothing? if u say so lor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= white&gt;gerald:&lt;/font&gt; yeah, the food was gd. n it wasn't an afternoon date lah.. we were v far apart although in the same premise. i noe ur concerned but u better concentrate more on urself lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frm an email, food for thought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;a successful man is one who earns more than his woman can spend;&lt;br /&gt;a successful woman is one who can find such a man.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true, it is gd to be able to live a worry-free &lt;i&gt;tai-tai&lt;/i&gt; life forever. but i resent the fact tt a successful woman is not determined by how much she can support herself but instead, by how much she can leech of her man. i tink a person's success (regardless of gender) shld be measured based on an individual's capabilty to upkeep herself n her extravagant lifestyle. finding such a man to complement is prob just a bonus. yups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= pink&gt;&lt;b&gt;FEMALE POWER!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-116485566795263773?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/116485566795263773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=116485566795263773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116485566795263773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116485566795263773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/11/replies-to-tagboard-ting-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-116485367440526902</id><published>2006-11-30T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T23:56:15.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its been ages since i did something tt on impulse. on tues, i fully intended to go hm, perhaps swim before hitting the bks. but shopping with yilynn n bee bee proved too great to resist. afterall, its been approx a yr since i really saw beefong n i did need my d&amp;d dress. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we walked frm orchard to dhoby ghaut. stopping at every shopping centre along the way, pigged out at gelare (1/2 price waffles!) n many other eateries. i walked soo much till my blister burst n there was blood!! whoever said slippers were comfy. bahx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ended up not buying anything.. sian, time is running out!! omg.. i wan tt perfect dress, tt perfect mani n pedi, tt perfect hair-do, tt perfect me. ladeedums~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, tangs lingerie dept is oh-so-fabulous!! the selection is huge.. not forgetting the superly posh changing rms complete with sofas, carpets, textured walls, dim lighting n all-around mirrors! each rm is specially designed to suit its fancy name. (e.g. luxe deluxe, queen of hearts, etc.) one wonders y the rm is soo big, large enough to prance around n the purpose of the sofas???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the kids section is also amazing. the clothes r miniature replicas of the adult version. (note: it is similarily priced as well.) the dressing rms also look like mini bedrooms with fancy lighting, sofas n dressing tables with those mega lightbulbs found in tv studios. no wonder kids today r spoilt!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;sorry ting i couldn't meet u for dinner/supper. it was kinda late n as u noe, i do hv a curfew.. missing ya. =)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for d&amp;amp;d! yippee.. plus, i'm super proud tt i surpassed target n sold 13 tickets w/o even taking up mommy's offer to purchase 7. joy has grown up n knows how to wrk for wat she really wants. yup yup.. its now time to change tt focus to the studies which hv been in "constant decline".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;mr goh jon-keat: "ur will be part of the financial world. where u not only wrk u under pressure. u hv to perform n in fact, excel under pressure. stress is no excuse. carelessness is not tolerated as it is costly. a little more effort is nothing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent time with xq, wj n the other 2 girls in their class. one of them did my nails, french manicure. =) after which, accompanied zest to the salon to get his hair cut. its my turn on the 11th of dec!! yeah yeah.. everyone says the place is gd. its only sad tt they didn't treat me v well on the phone. oh wells, its free. so can't demand much.. lalala..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while waiting for his hair to be done, i sat at &lt;i&gt;starbucks&lt;/i&gt; where mommy's voucher greatly subsidised my drink. GINGERBREAD LATTE FRAP. the new xmas flavour. yummy yummy. n i realised wat yilynn said was totally true, &lt;b&gt;"eating alone is kinda therapeutic."&lt;/b&gt; so zen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes, start nagging tt &lt;i&gt;starbucks&lt;/i&gt; coffee is packed with calories, i did do w/o whipped cream!! haha.. so hopefully tt helps a teeny weeny bit. there was also tis friendly n smiley uncle who spoke to me. he is old n nice in a grand-fatherly sorta way, but his eng is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;old man: i heard tt u ordered gingerbead latte? do they really squeeze ginger inside?&lt;br /&gt;me: huh? i dun tink it means tt..&lt;br /&gt;old man: i wouldn't dare to try something so new. so abstract. u young ppl r brave.&lt;br /&gt;me: haha.. its just coffee.&lt;br /&gt;old man: oh, i'm old. we r resistant to change.&lt;br /&gt;me: its a matter of trying. age shld not matter.&lt;br /&gt;old man: *laughs* oh, there's my friend. i'll cya around. nice speaking to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna grow old n b able to spend idyllic times jetsetting around the world n having coffee at up-market coffee joints with old pals. haha.. daydreaming again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with santoso at cityhall before taking 174 to mr ong's hse for bbq. on the way to his place, we saw tis women who appeared to be having fits. having collasped on the floor, we helped her hail a cab to sgh. she seems ok at times n able to speak coherently but in the v nxt sec, she completely forgotten who we were n appears dazed. hmm, an adveture. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but tis 2 somewhat aged ppl (old man at &lt;i&gt;starbucks&lt;/i&gt; n woman along rdside) shows how diff two ppl of approx the same age can live two v diff lifestyles. i wanna be like the former. i wan my parents to live like the former. my grandparents likewise. so nv ever take health forgranted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bbq was fun with, jessica, tianhock, sengwang, xueqin, wangjia, michelle, huixian, guiyi, santoso, richard, gerald, zest, guowei, darren and amir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we played the swings till i scrapped my toes (ouch!), climbed on the playground, sang songs n gossipped till the food was done. the benefits of being a girl. hahaha. aft eating, we sat around to talk till it was time to head hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much for waking up early n attending stats! the stupid newmann chew (i put his name bcoz he really is &lt;em&gt;mei you yong&lt;/em&gt; can?!) tis time is not nv teach. he just conveniently opted to absent himself entirely. bloody hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awoke tired n sick today. stupid flu virus. so pon pacc.. but i will go for the 4 lects. i must. for the sake of myself n my grades.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-116485367440526902?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/116485367440526902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=116485367440526902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116485367440526902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116485367440526902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-been-ages-since-i-did-something-tt.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-116463733106462261</id><published>2006-11-27T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T18:42:55.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was the gd girl the whole of sunday n went shopping with the family. i was even gd enough to visit the temple n go marketing. mommy, being easily contented as always, was elated. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was mainly average.. had lunch with jessica at fc6 (she was at sb bcoz of the bazaar) n attended the d&amp;d meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= white&gt;note: blueberry + strawberry + mango yoghurt is superb!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another note: the &lt;i&gt;ramly&lt;/i&gt; burger uncle who rented a booth at the bazaar is full of trouble n is an excellent liar. poor jessica, guiyi n hx who hv to put up with his nonsense. haiz.. i listen to his crap for 5 min already cannot tahan liao. n to tink they'll hafta put up with him for the entire wk. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I HAVE SOMETHING TO ANNOUNCE! SERKEE N I SPENT OUR BREAK CALLING PREGNANCY HOTLINES!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. bcoz of crs debate lah.. u tink wat? we interested in abortion ar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kudos to the &lt;u&gt;BABES programme&lt;/u&gt; who kept calling me back - afraid i wld get depression n commit suicide i guess. hehe. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something kinda unnerving happened today. me n my big mouth. =(&lt;br /&gt;i hereby promise to stop gossiping n keep secrets ppl tell me to myself. although he said all is fine n there's nothing to worry abt, i still hv tis nagging feeling tt i made a serious serious mistake. haiz.. sorry to you if ur reading this. it was just lunchtime fodder n was not meant as a personal insult whatsoever. n if u hafta blame anyone, i'll accept full responsibility for my blabbering mouth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-116463733106462261?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/116463733106462261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=116463733106462261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116463733106462261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116463733106462261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-was-gd-girl-whole-of-sunday-n-went.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-116445941856649033</id><published>2006-11-25T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T03:18:46.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was cheated into attending &lt;b&gt;itab&lt;/b&gt; class yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) she didn't return the paper.&lt;br /&gt;2) she didn't even release the mrks.&lt;br /&gt;3) she scolded me for being late.&lt;br /&gt;4) she dismissed us late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note: i was 5 min late for a 3 hr cls tt started at 8 am. plus, i didn't miss anything. so wats the big deal??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was forced into going for &lt;b&gt;crs&lt;/b&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st reason being: THERE SHLD NOT BE MAKE UP CLASSES FOR LESSONS MISSED DURING MST WK!&lt;br /&gt;2nd reason being: i wun hv time for lunch before gem.&lt;br /&gt;3rd reason being: she's boring. totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, blogger refused to accept my previous entry. mayb its god's sign tt i shld not be tt rude to the elderly teachers. oh wells, i did finish venting my frustration at least. %$*€#$%^?&gt;#.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i loved &lt;b&gt;psycho&lt;/b&gt; bcoz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- me n xueqin finally carried the same bag to class.&lt;br /&gt;- me n xq both wore contacts.&lt;br /&gt;- me n xq had lunch together at kfc aft tt.&lt;br /&gt;- me n xq could talk, talk n talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, i sound like a les. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me (when leaving): miss me.&lt;br /&gt;xq: haha.. we r both attached. cannot les liao. nxt life ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sobs.. ppl hv jack le dun wan me already. wahhhhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met jess, sw n th at the clubhouse where i drew the floorplan of vanda rm. u got it, i drew leh!! as in personally pick up the pencil n draw. hahaha. its kinda nice n tis is NOT a biased view. hmpf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;55@sp&lt;/b&gt; was fun. coz the speaker (i forgot his name, but he's the author of some bestseller.) incorporated jokes, videos n pesonality tests into his speech. APPARENTLY, I'M V SUITABLE TO BECOME AN ENTREPRENEUR. against popular belief. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like all other friday nights, last night was time for the usual R&amp;R. only we celebrated richard's 21st bdae tis time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= white&gt;HAPPY BELATED 21ST, VICE-PRESIDENT!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the night started with us going for some shopping n a movie at &lt;b&gt;tiong bahru plaza&lt;/b&gt;.. &lt;u&gt;a battle of wits&lt;/u&gt; is one wrd, fabulous. =) totally worth my $9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 2.5 hrs long n the plot is fantastic. hehe. war, power, victory, defeat, love, hate, betrayal, pride, death n destruction all intertwine perfectly with lots of water n fire. its sorta like a china history sorta epic with marvellous fighting scenes n andy lau!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to go &lt;b&gt;MOS&lt;/b&gt; aft tt. but i was not in shoes! sobs sobs. through sheer luck, i managed to catch the last mrt hm which saved me alot on cab fares, although zest insisted on paying. guess someone feels guilty for going clubbing n leaving me to go hm alone in the middle of the night hor? hehe. but all is forgiven darling. &lt;i&gt;teddy helped u put in loads of gd wrds.&lt;/i&gt; lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coming hm early made my parents pleased. daddy came to pick me n mommy didn't nag despite it being already 1 am. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today started with an early morn visit to sgh. my nose is healing fine. so there's no longer a need for dr christopher goh. no more handsome doctor. haha. it was shopping for shoes aft tt. i got a uber cool pair of snow boats. dunno wat is snow boots? tink ski shoes.. yup yup. soo not for s'pore weather. i also got new slippers coz trixie broke hers n to be fair, mommy got me a new pair too. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but all gd things hv to come to an end. mommy n daddy having decided to go off for their own private getaway shortly aft we return frm japan had to go book air tickets. so being the filal daughter tt i am, i had to accompany them to the travel agency n spend 2 boring hrs there. luckily zest called to accompany me for abt an hr. thanks dearie. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry ting if i replied ur sms harshly. was really sleepy n fed-up coz they couldn't make up their minds n were taking forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft picking bri frm tuition, we went to buy his shoes n i found a pair of nice white leather &lt;b&gt;puma&lt;/b&gt; ballet flats. they were lovely. but since mommy expected me to pay tt 99 bucks on my own, there was no way i cld afford it under my current financial situation. zzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;called up &lt;b&gt;kim robinson salon&lt;/b&gt; in the evening to book appt but the friendly receptionist turned snobbish once i said i had complimentary vouchers n had 6 other frens coming with me - all hv free vouchers. naturally, he claimed they were full n rescheduled waaay aft the wanted date n wif us all having seperate timeslots. haiz... talk abt making things difficult. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-116445941856649033?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/116445941856649033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=116445941856649033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116445941856649033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116445941856649033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-was-cheated-into-attending-itab.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-116428878582317733</id><published>2006-11-23T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T07:14:37.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bear bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color= white&gt;BEAR BEAR!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2056/1312/640/193427/collage2.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2056/1312/320/700457/collage2.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he came by my place at 7am tis morn to wait n give me the biggest bear i own to date. plus a note promising to not oversleep ever. *touched*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trixie is giggly, alisa is jealous, mommy is awed n daddy says i'm blessed. only didi says: "i wun ever be such a guy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pity his future gf. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;early tis morn, when moi is still in the shower.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= pink&gt;trix sms:&lt;/font&gt; i think i just saw zest. haa with smth.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= pink&gt;my reply:&lt;/font&gt; huh? wat thing? where where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= pink&gt;trix sms:&lt;/font&gt; cant tell you. you'll see la. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n mommy saw him as she was going to wrk too. so there came a super long msg abt how sweet he is. n how lucky i am. she seems to be in a v gd mood juz cause my bf was nice to me. oh the irony.&lt;br /&gt;i guess tis is &lt;i&gt;ai wu ji wu&lt;/i&gt; ba. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its really funny how wat he intended to be a surprise was seen by 2 extremely kaypo members of my family. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy. v happy. v v happy. need i say more?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-116428878582317733?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/116428878582317733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=116428878582317733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116428878582317733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116428878582317733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/11/bear-bear.html' title='bear bear'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-116429455402839393</id><published>2006-11-23T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T07:28:47.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah, the long awaited gathering  came true yesterday!! bee bee hv finally finished her As so we cld all meet up. ting, cher, mz, bee, lynn n me. no show frm ivy n jj. hp die le ar?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;completed fom e-learning at bizIT while waiting for zest to finish his cls. aft tt, we went shopping at suntec. stopping for &lt;i&gt;carrefour&lt;/i&gt; sushi n &lt;i&gt;new zealand natural&lt;/i&gt; sundae. yum yum. time passed real fast. before long, it was time for me to go find the girls. n he was nice enough to go out of the way to send me.. see, i'm appreciative. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we met at &lt;u&gt;plaza singapura&lt;/u&gt; so cher n lynn cld ogle, drool n feast their eyes on their eye-candies cum cuties cum 'mine-is-cuter-then-yours'!!! as both tt said crushes r waiters at PS cartel, we went there for dessert n to chat aft dinner. oooh, FAT me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= white&gt;&lt;b&gt;cher:&lt;/b&gt; i wanna fade into oblivion today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;cher:&lt;/b&gt; walao, how come table 8?? cannot see the action!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; i tot someone wanted to fade into oblivion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;cher:&lt;/b&gt; dots.. who wans bread?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; dun find excuses to walk around lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;lynn:&lt;/b&gt; table 17 is still the best lor.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my frens hv the uncany ability to make me laugh over the most mundane conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came hm with bee n lynn. beefong even took the same bus as me. oh man, its been ages since i had company hm with the exception of zest lah. it was like the gd old days. n we missed almost all the last buses. thank goodness for 3A! or its midnight surcharge to greedy taxi companies. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its also been a long long time since a gathering had an atmosphere soo high. even on my way hm, i was practically floating. lalalala.. the power of friendship. true friendship. n guess what? the day was made even more perfect bcoz there were stars in the sky. lots n lots of them. n there was a particular bunch tt even resembled a certain formation. hmmm, a horoscope?? which one? haha.. i need astronomy classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the night sky was so so so beautiful tt i stopped on the overhead bridge for a gd 5 min just star-gazing/stoning despite being already past curfew. hehe. luckily mommy nv lock door. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-116429455402839393?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/116429455402839393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=116429455402839393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116429455402839393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116429455402839393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/11/yeah-long-awaited-gathering-came-true.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-116429188276113323</id><published>2006-11-23T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T06:41:51.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2056/1312/640/840310/22112006159.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2056/1312/320/649267/22112006159.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lynn pinching cher who is up to her &lt;i&gt;hua chi&lt;/i&gt; antics again.. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2056/1312/640/113216/22112006166.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2056/1312/320/707796/22112006166.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beefong, me n yuting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;beefong: studying makes u super thin.&lt;br /&gt;yuting: look, no more braces!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2056/1312/640/792945/22112006170.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2056/1312/320/383093/22112006170.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cherlyn, the queen of the lighted forest. pretty pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2056/1312/640/843509/22112006175.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2056/1312/320/587427/22112006175.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and cherlyn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-116429188276113323?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/116429188276113323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=116429188276113323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116429188276113323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116429188276113323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/11/me-and-cherlyn.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-116429276230956929</id><published>2006-11-23T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T07:11:41.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2056/1312/640/69211/22112006171.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2056/1312/320/277369/22112006171.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;full moon!! haha. no lah, tts just a floating advertisment balloon.. but tis pic looks like an enchanted forest ritey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2056/1312/640/393752/22112006172.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2056/1312/320/165565/22112006172.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cherlyn, the tree hugger.. but dun she look juz ghostly? oops, bad wrd. *smacks mouth*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2056/1312/640/169510/22112006141.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2056/1312/320/105496/22112006141.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tis bell was supposed to be a hat. but i'm too short. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2056/1312/640/604770/22112006156.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2056/1312/320/18126/22112006156.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NG YILYNN! smile for the camera~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-116429276230956929?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/116429276230956929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=116429276230956929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116429276230956929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116429276230956929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/11/ng-yilynn-smile-for-camera.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-116429068593832387</id><published>2006-11-23T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T06:51:36.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>his company before i went for &lt;b&gt;the girlfriend gathering&lt;/b&gt; hehe.. satisfied all my cravings - town, shopping, sushi n ice-cream!! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2056/1312/640/427984/22112006143.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2056/1312/320/55600/22112006143.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was supposed to be &lt;i&gt;ben &amp; jerry's&lt;/i&gt; ice-cream. but its fattening fattening.. so i decided on &lt;i&gt;new zealand natural&lt;/i&gt; instead. OUR DIY SUNDAE. strawberry suprise, fruit of the forest (yoghurt), something chocolate. added choc n strawberry syrup, frozen blueberries, hundreds n thousands (those colourful bits). yum. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2056/1312/640/6872/22112006144.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2056/1312/320/939254/22112006144.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tall tall space in the middle of millenia walk. cool rite?&lt;br /&gt;btw, there's &lt;i&gt;candy empire&lt;/i&gt; here too!! *faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2056/1312/640/309960/22112006146.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2056/1312/320/116875/22112006146.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;millenia walk to cityhall.. in tt funny looking, ancient bus. machiam step into some storey book. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2056/1312/640/977826/22112006147.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2056/1312/320/160320/22112006147.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the company. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-116429068593832387?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/116429068593832387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=116429068593832387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116429068593832387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116429068593832387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/11/his-company-before-i-went-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-116408474446963043</id><published>2006-11-20T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T20:52:24.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blah blah blah, wat happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) someone overslept n made me &lt;s&gt;angry&lt;/s&gt; disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;2) had to wear formal as ordered by ivan. (black top n jeans.)&lt;br /&gt;3) fom presentation was not as screwed up as i tot it wld be.&lt;br /&gt;4) d&amp;d meeting aft sch. (tickets, tickets, tickets.)&lt;br /&gt;5) visited the &lt;em&gt;vanda rm&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;6) comments on the &lt;em&gt;vanda rm&lt;/em&gt;: ok lor.&lt;br /&gt;7) visited the clinic n joe at loyang pt.&lt;br /&gt;8) i can now wear contacts!! whoopdeedoo~&lt;br /&gt;9) julie cooked fish &amp;amp; chips for dinner. yum!&lt;br /&gt;10) rushed cd 3-pg report.&lt;br /&gt;11) crs, 12 article review..&lt;br /&gt;12) FINISHED! haha.. i had help lah.&lt;br /&gt;13) thank u. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;i'm bored. seriously. arrrgghhhh!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-116408474446963043?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/116408474446963043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=116408474446963043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116408474446963043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116408474446963043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/11/blah-blah-blah-wat-happened-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-116394173077629878</id><published>2006-11-19T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T07:59:28.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>recap recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;RECAP RECAP!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back frm my bks n notes. its time for a photo log!! enjoy. heee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;last sat:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was seriously supposed to be studying but decided to take time off for &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;richard's steamboat treat&lt;/span&gt;. yum yum. haha.. reached yishun mrt at 1pm before heading to cold storage to buy groceries. the weather was horrid n according to michelle, "we hv to cross 2 rivers n climb one mountain to reach!" the rain was pouring n we lacked umbrellas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ppl who turned up: zest, jessica, tianhock, sengwang, xueqin, santoso, gerald, richard, michelle, huixian, darren n me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was also really funny tt at the void deck before richard's block, we met darren's neighbour who carries the exact same umbrella as tianhock! talk abt coincidence. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was an amazing spread of food. the usual steamboat ingredients plus fried tempura prawns (absolutely delicious!), chicken wings, fried fish fillets, mussels, pork balls n much much more. *drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/640/steamboat.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/320/steamboat.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/640/steamboat1.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/320/steamboat1.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to leave shortly aft lunch coz i arranged to meet yang xueling at bugis which resulted in me lugging the ultra bulky compaq notebook for her proj purposes. u owe me a million "thank you's" man. considering how i braved the raging storms n actually slipped n fell at the busy bugis crossroads!! hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft meeting cher n mz at bugis cafe n discovering tt there was no wireless access afterall, we adjourned to the &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;national lib&lt;/span&gt; for pacc studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s. the lib is just another late night lover's hangout. making out on the pretext of mugging. tsk tsk.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft studying for a bit, we went shopping n i got materials to DIY my own pencil box. haha. its ex but i like it. n its limited edition. personalised by myself n being the one n only in the whole wide world. muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;the past wk:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams. exams. exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- still trying to remain hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;oh fairy god mother, goddess of mercy, tooth fairy n tinklebell, pls do bless my results.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-116394173077629878?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/116394173077629878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=116394173077629878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116394173077629878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116394173077629878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/11/recap-recap.html' title='recap recap'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-116394246033459334</id><published>2006-11-19T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T08:02:32.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;the wednesday:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went with jess to queenstown &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;ikea&lt;/span&gt; to source for d&amp;d deco ideas. its gonna be such a blast!! but i wun be posting related pics n tentative deco snapshots so as not to spoil the surprise for those who bought tickets. hehe. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/640/meatballs.0.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/320/meatballs.0.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jessica's long-awaited meatballs. the sauce is nice.. n there's some sort of raspberry jam. sweeeeet. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/640/strawberry%20candles.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/320/strawberry%20candles.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strawberry scented candles. they r pink!! n they r really cheap too.. less than $5 for abt 50 pieces.. *inhale*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/640/butts%21.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/320/butts%21.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BACKSIDES!! haha.. cute hangers rite?? half a dog?!?! its head its prob rammed into the wall. =P morbid but oh-so-adorable!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/640/15112006066.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/320/15112006066.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the forward view of the cute little tails. *gushes*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-116394246033459334?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/116394246033459334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=116394246033459334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116394246033459334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116394246033459334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/11/wednesday-went-with-jess-to-queenstown.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-116394384511858405</id><published>2006-11-19T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T08:03:06.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/640/heart%21.0.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/320/heart%21.0.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/640/15112006058.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/320/15112006058.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dream bedroom. only tis is smaller. but the walls r just perfect. =) the white bed frame n chest of drawers look so &lt;i&gt;victorian&lt;/i&gt;. so princessy. i like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft a fab fab time, we came back to sch to visit the &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;HU bazaar&lt;/span&gt;. as usual, earrings get better of me.. so much for saving. oh man..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-116394384511858405?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/116394384511858405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=116394384511858405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116394384511858405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116394384511858405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-dream-bedroom.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-116394425181330418</id><published>2006-11-19T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T08:06:21.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>once zest was done with his meeting with joel, we took the bus to vivocity for my first m18 movie!!! of which we were late n they didn't check my ic. *sulks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, i watched 40-yr old virgin in cher's hse.. but tt doesn't really count does it? haha. tis time, we watched, &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;THE OH IN OHIO&lt;/span&gt;. its a sex comedy. coz i demanded to watch an m18 film n is horribly allergic to blood, gore n objects supernatural in nature. so tt didn't leave us much choice. haha.. go find the sypnosis if ur interested. as tis blog is pg-rated, i shall not comment further. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft the movie, we shopped around n had dinner at &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;superdog&lt;/span&gt;. a kinda mos-burger style restaurant.. we also visited the world's largest &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;floating bookfair&lt;/span&gt;. it was onboard a cruise liner. cool rite?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/640/15112006069.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/320/15112006069.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/640/15112006076.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/320/15112006076.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on board the liner.. we even had to walk up the metal gangway thingy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/640/15112006077.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/320/15112006077.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the fair. the boat was suprisingly steady.. no sea-sickness. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/640/15112006080.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/320/15112006080.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft embarkation, along the vivo sidewalk..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-116394425181330418?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/116394425181330418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=116394425181330418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116394425181330418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116394425181330418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/11/once-zest-was-done-with-his-meeting.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-116394465732189226</id><published>2006-11-19T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T08:08:41.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/640/15112006082.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/320/15112006082.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tall tall snowman.. i look like a midget. a hobbit. *whines*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/640/15112006086.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/320/15112006086.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERRY XMAS!! a teddy bear tree.. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/640/15112006084.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/320/15112006084.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i just like the wrd.. chocolate factory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/640/15112006068.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/320/15112006068.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playing with ketchup at &lt;i&gt;superdog&lt;/i&gt;.. hmmm.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we also went to vivo's rooftop n sat at the amphitheater till it was time to go hm. hmmm, i forgot to mention, &lt;i&gt;candy empire&lt;/i&gt; is every child's dream come true. but the dentist's nightmare n a parent's pain in the wallet. i cld go crazy in there.. lalalalala..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was sorta like an aft exam celebration. where u let ur hair down, bust curfew n bum the night away. nice nice. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-116394465732189226?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/116394465732189226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=116394465732189226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116394465732189226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116394465732189226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/11/playing-with-ketchup-at-superdog.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-116394543874903911</id><published>2006-11-19T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T08:11:27.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;the thursday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft roaming much of tampines for the perfect cake, with a whole lot of requirements to fulfil. (eg. no prima deli, no non-halal, no neighbourhood cakeshop, no mint flavours, below $30, etc.) polar satisfied all in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jj n i met up with xinyu, maz, haz, gz, szerui, andrew, kelly n maki at pasir ris to celebrate &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;haz n maz's 18th bdae&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to the &lt;em&gt;halal&lt;/em&gt; foodcourt at &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;downtown east&lt;/span&gt; for makan n chatting. =) bbq stingray, tomyum soup, nasi goreng, sambal kangkong, satay n bandung. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/640/group%20pic.%281%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/320/group%20pic.%281%29.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grp photo!! n my hair looks funny. bahx. =P&lt;br /&gt;[clockwise frm top left:] me, kelly, jiajin, maziah, hazwani, xinyu, szerui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/640/jj%2Chaz%2Ci2..jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/320/jj%2Chaz%2Ci2..jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiajin with the 2 female leads. act cute lah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/640/jj%2Chaz.%281%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/320/jj%2Chaz.%281%29.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;same grp of ppl with hilwa. i think? haha.. she looks diff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/640/xy%2Chaz..jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/320/xy%2Chaz..jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teo xinyu n nur hazwani. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-116394543874903911?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/116394543874903911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=116394543874903911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116394543874903911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116394543874903911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/11/thursday-aft-roaming-much-of-tampines.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-116394700095280268</id><published>2006-11-19T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T08:19:45.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/640/table1.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/320/table1.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our sitting arrangement.&lt;br /&gt;1: sze rui&lt;br /&gt;2: andrew (szerui's bf)&lt;br /&gt;3: xinyu&lt;br /&gt;4: gaozheng (xinyu's bf)&lt;br /&gt;5: kelly&lt;br /&gt;6: maki (kelly's bf)&lt;br /&gt;7: maziah&lt;br /&gt;8: me&lt;br /&gt;9: jiajin&lt;br /&gt;10: hazwani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness me n jj nv bring bf. if not the 2 most impt ppl present tt day will be all alone. n dun the sitting pattern just sooo resemble those speed dating dinner functions? lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;jiajin:&lt;/b&gt; joy joy, u bring zest then i bring wilfred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; u bring then i bring lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;jiajin:&lt;/b&gt; so u bringing ma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; walao, we talk like we bringing objects like tt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;jiajin:&lt;/b&gt; ya.. bringing pad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dots. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, no one brought. haha. empty wrds..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the couples took an awful long time to order.. by the time our food got delivered, all they had were drinks. LOVE CAN FILL UR STOMACH AR??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/640/16112006091.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/320/16112006091.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= white&gt;HAPPY BELATED 18TH BIRTHDAYS TO:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my darling hazwani (11th nov)&lt;br /&gt;my dearie maziah (13th nov)&lt;br /&gt;my precious khangjing (14th nov)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may u all hv the best life can offer. love ya loads. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft 'partying', zest came to pick me.. we then proceeded to the &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;beach&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;it was perfect.&lt;/strong&gt; nice sea breeze, starry sky, soft waves, ideal company.&lt;br /&gt;i'm a happy girl. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-116394700095280268?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/116394700095280268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=116394700095280268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116394700095280268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116394700095280268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-belated-18th-birthdays-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-116394785049726694</id><published>2006-11-19T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T08:31:52.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;the friday:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was raining so he offered to come pick me frm hm. awww.. n though he was late, i couldn't really bear to stay angry for long. went to concourse to steal d&amp;d deco ideas again n came across many great bargains!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= white&gt;highlight of the day:&lt;/font&gt; he bought us matching helium balloons. (pink n blue.) hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/640/17112006096.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/320/17112006096.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;i&gt;killer flowers&lt;/i&gt; pink n pretty when alive, become a threat to slippery shoes aft they wither esp during the rainy mths! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/640/17112006097.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/320/17112006097.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fly my babies, fly. \(0_o)/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/640/17112006100.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/320/17112006100.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrt reflection. hahaha.. i couldn't resist lah. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/640/17112006102.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/320/17112006102.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;close-up, picture perfect. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft shopping, we went back to sch for 55@sp (yeap, with our balloons.) the talk was by &lt;em&gt;valueair&lt;/em&gt; n&lt;em&gt; jetstar asia's&lt;/em&gt; CEO, miss chong! such an honour sia.. n her speech was interesting. totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft the talk we went out as usual.. IMM for dinner n JEC for arcade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-116394785049726694?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/116394785049726694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=116394785049726694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116394785049726694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116394785049726694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/11/friday-it-was-raining-so-he-offered-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-116394875644773597</id><published>2006-11-19T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T08:40:31.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;the saturday:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was late in meeting ting. sorry dear. bus 53 took a freaking long amt of time n my butt was numb by the time it pulled into bishan interchange..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool bit of today: we wore the matching "friends don't let friends talk to ugly guys" tee plus our same red &lt;i&gt;puma&lt;/i&gt; bags. the power of telepathy. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went shopping at&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; junction 8&lt;/span&gt; n had ajisen lunch.. its always pleasurable to hang out with ting. haha. (touched ma??) then &lt;em&gt;si&lt;/em&gt; xueling pangseh me.. luckily hv last min family commitments to keep me occupied!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as olivia is going to leone, france for a whole mth, por por treated us all to &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;seafood dinner&lt;/span&gt;. sorta like a bon voyage party for her. haha. it benefitted me n my stomach of course. haha. n the dinner was gd coz it got me n mommy back on gd terms again. yippee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/640/18112006107.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/320/18112006107.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[frm left:] the sweetie-pie ANGELICA, the smarty-pants OLIVIA, the sister ALISA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/640/18112006108.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/320/18112006108.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ah gong, ah por n ah kim frm waaay across the table..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft dinner, we went for dessert at tis uber cool ice-cream parlour called&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; ice3&lt;/span&gt; (pronounced as ice-cube.) they hv fancy ice-cream sundaes n liquor-pumped scoops of creamy delight. nicey nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/640/18112006109.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/320/18112006109.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ICE3.. haha. machiam like pub rite? blue lights make the glass tables look really like ice blocks. super classy. super posh. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/640/18112006110.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/320/18112006110.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cute candleholders. hv heart heart leh. *squeals*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-116394875644773597?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/116394875644773597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=116394875644773597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116394875644773597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116394875644773597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/11/saturday-was-late-in-meeting-ting.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-116394977088744290</id><published>2006-11-19T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T08:51:15.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/640/18112006111.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/320/18112006111.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my strawberry cheese concoction. =) its basically more strawberry than cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/640/18112006117.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/320/18112006117.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the marshmallow delights. one tiny marshmallow packs alot of flavour. yum! but they dun come cheap. $3.60 for 3.. if i wasn't with grown-ups, i wld nv ever hv suggested buying it. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/640/18112006118.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/320/18112006118.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a sample of a shot of liquor to complement a scoop of ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/640/18112006119.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/320/18112006119.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 3 diff shots of alcohol. arrgghh, hangover. lolx. come to tink of it, they taste like medicine. cough syrup to be exact. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-116394977088744290?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/116394977088744290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=116394977088744290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116394977088744290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116394977088744290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/11/3-diff-shots-of-alcohol.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-116395094187232549</id><published>2006-11-19T20:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T08:56:05.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;today:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decided to spend time with the family. n boy was it fruiful. =) my feet ache n i'm dead tired. zzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/640/19112006122.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/320/19112006122.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas deco at marina sq. colour theme, metallic royal purple, sliver n white glitter! plus loads of fairy lights! oh my goodness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;jessica:&lt;/b&gt; sounds familiar rite? we hv gd taste. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically just shopped for &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;winter wear&lt;/span&gt; at suntec n marina sq. we r not renting le.. imagine, the person before u hv body odour n u gotta survive a wk in his jacket?!?! one which u hv no choice but to wear or chose to otherwise freeze to death. temp between 5 degrees to negative 2 degrees. brrrr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so its best to buy new ski suits. besides, u get to chose fancy types with fur n cashmere trimmings.. i like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/640/19112006126.0.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/320/19112006126.0.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the chua siblings looking like dumplings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/640/19112006128.0.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/320/19112006128.0.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh, they may look cozy, soft n fluffy but dun be deceived! they sure r heavy!! very heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/640/19112006129.0.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/320/19112006129.0.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lighting was gd.. so we couldn't help but snap a few more shots. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-116395094187232549?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/116395094187232549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=116395094187232549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116395094187232549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116395094187232549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/11/today-decided-to-spend-time-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-116395130607856441</id><published>2006-11-19T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T08:57:00.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/640/collage2.0.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/320/collage2.0.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me playing with colours.. guess which one i took?? haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;hint:&lt;/b&gt; i shocked even myself when i themed my winter wardrobe to carry shades of brown n orange. yeap, not a single pink piece. although alisa's set looked really nice. i figured, bimbo in s'pore does not equal bimbo in japan. lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alisa got a pink wardrobe, trixie got a majority white set n bri got a bright yellow n blue one. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ans:&lt;/b&gt; i took black lah. its has a slimming effect n it matches my orange scaves, pullovers, jumpers, gloves, mittens n cap perfectly. i call it my &lt;i&gt;sophisticated&lt;/i&gt; look! whee~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n yes, admittedly, i look bloated! gosh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-116395130607856441?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/116395130607856441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=116395130607856441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116395130607856441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116395130607856441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/11/me-playing-with-colours.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-116382209499942664</id><published>2006-11-18T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T20:05:30.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the love test</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;The Five Love Languages&lt;/h2&gt;My primary love language is probably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quality Time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a secondary love language being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Acts of Service&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Complete set of results&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;table border='3' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color= white&gt;Quality Time: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width='20'&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color= white&gt;9&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color= white&gt;Acts of Service: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width='20'&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color= white&gt;7&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color= white&gt;Physical Touch: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width='20'&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color= white&gt;6&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color= white&gt;Words of Affirmation: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width='20'&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color= white&gt;5&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color= white&gt;Receiving Gifts: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width='20'&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color= white&gt;3&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;h3&gt;Information&lt;/h3&gt; Unhappiness in relationships, according to Dr. Gary Chapman, is often due to the fact that we speak different love languages. Sometimes we don't understand our partner's requirements, or even our own. We all have a "love tank" that needs to be filled in order for us to express love to others, but there are different means by which our tank can be filled, and there are different ways that we can express love to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.youthnetsouthampton.org.uk/breakout/lovelanguages.php' target='_blank'&gt;Take the quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n tis is really cool, i hv a new random, annoymous tagger. tis time, one who takes on the identity of others. tsk tsk. some ppl hv no life so they come around to make life more eventful for me!! wahaha.. n like all other no-lifers, they hv a v limited vocabulary. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hv not deleted the posts. so all u ppl can go see the stupidity lvl n stagnant intellectual ability of &lt;u&gt;mel/mei&lt;/u&gt; (218.212.116.239). love ya. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-116382209499942664?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/116382209499942664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=116382209499942664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116382209499942664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116382209499942664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/11/love-test.html' title='the love test'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-116366563851479958</id><published>2006-11-16T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T00:36:12.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the cracks</title><content type='html'>whoever said my family was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;whoever said my family was flawless.&lt;br /&gt;whoever said my family was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;know the meaning of facade?&lt;br /&gt;know the meaning of pretense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, go search the dictionary. n trust me, forever is a lie. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"i'm an escapist. in bid to protect myself, i withdraw frm the world n cease concern for others the moment the going gets tough."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tis is scorpio nature. basic instinct. dun blame me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;throughout my 18 years of existence, i hv come to embody pretty negative terms. &lt;u&gt;selfish&lt;/u&gt; n &lt;u&gt;self-centered&lt;/u&gt; ranks high on tt list. i even pride myself in my personal motto: "i love myself too much to allow myself to be hurt in anyway." even if it means hurting others in the process of 'self-protection'. n to not feel ashamed at all, i must be such a failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't ask to be the oldest. n nv was i the person who u can count on the shoulder burdens n be the primary caregiver. trix hv been the true &lt;i&gt;dajie&lt;/i&gt; despite her age n her position as 2nd. the young ones respect her for it. n to wan me to take on tis role is gd as telling me to live on bread n water for a whole yr. it mayb possible but i'm unwilling to do so. call me irresponsible. call me immature. tis is me. love me for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:90%"&gt;like they always say, &lt;font color= white&gt;ignorance is bliss&lt;/font&gt;.. i juz wanna stay tt way. disillusioned, in denial n happy in my lala land where "pain" is absent frm my dictionary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-116366563851479958?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/116366563851479958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=116366563851479958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116366563851479958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116366563851479958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/11/cracks.html' title='the cracks'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-116361050402793537</id><published>2006-11-16T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T00:34:06.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the end of the mst.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE WAR IS OVER!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;its now time to clear up the mess n count the casualties.&lt;br /&gt;itab has fallen. what's nxt??&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unprepared, unconfident n foolhardy. tis losing battle shld not hv come as tt bad a shock. but tis foolish soldier still can't help feeling pissed at herself for not drawing out the battleplans n lacking the discipline to train rigourously n consistenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disappointed? check. afraid? check. furious? check. check. check.&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/14483006-116361050402793537?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/116361050402793537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=116361050402793537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116361050402793537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116361050402793537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/11/end-of-mst.html' title='the end of the mst.'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-116341464654541442</id><published>2006-11-13T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T02:55:12.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the wishes</title><content type='html'>i'm feeling random. anything to skive of stats n itab. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u may hafta click on these pics to &lt;u&gt;enlarge&lt;/u&gt; them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;note:&lt;/b&gt; they may cause bouts of sacrastic coughing or a sudden stomach upset. but all these r in the name of fun. totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WARNING:&lt;/b&gt; if u choose to click on the below pics, u hv entered a binding contract to not roll ur eyes or poke fun at my lameless. bcoz i hereby announce tt it is lame. very lame. so lame tt only old ppl wun understand. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here u go, the best &lt;font color= white&gt;exam-stress-buster&lt;/font&gt;. stay happy n rmbr to SMILE. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/640/wishes.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/320/wishes.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/640/smarty%20pants.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/320/smarty%20pants.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, if only my wishes cld come true. hehehehehe... but ain't faries just the prettiest n sweetest of things?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-116341464654541442?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/116341464654541442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=116341464654541442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116341464654541442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116341464654541442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/11/wishes.html' title='the wishes'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-116340492990984633</id><published>2006-11-13T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T01:26:01.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sad but happy. ironic?</title><content type='html'>econs today was a disaster. how much of a disaster u ask? one of seismic proportions. measuring 6.5 on the richter scale. over-reacting?? its CPI!!! omg.. just thinking of it makes me sick all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= yellow&gt;the best cure: haagen daz sundae!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterall, chocolate stimulates the endorphins in ur brain, reduces the sensation of pain n releases &lt;i&gt;happy juices&lt;/i&gt; into ur bloodstream or something like tt. hehe.. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much for being on a tight budget n a restricted diet.&lt;br /&gt;i'll start saving tmr. n i swear to not touch the 2 new tubs of haagen daz daddy dearest bought for me, Me, ME.. (strawberry n belgium chocolate!) *licks lips* heee.. its 964ml each leh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the ultimate indulgence, my sheer paradise - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure a scoop wun kill. *fighting to resist the temptation*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/640/13112006054.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/320/13112006054.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my &lt;b&gt;macadamia nut crunch&lt;/b&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;but i changed the flavours. so its no more macademia flavoured ice-cream but &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;midnight cookies &amp; creme&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; n &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;cookies &amp; chocolate&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHOCOLATE OVERLOAD! kilos kilos~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out their new &lt;a href="http://www.haagen-dazs.com.sg/"&gt;&lt;font color= red&gt;affaire de chocolat&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  collection too. &lt;i&gt;mamamia&lt;/i&gt;! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, pain is further alleviated by the presence of a concerned someone n my fav hobby!! ka-chak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/640/hehehe.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/320/hehehe.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft a snapping gd time, he had to rush to sch for his paper. which i'm sure he'll do well.. ritey?? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus plus, my ticket to japan is booked, stamped n confirmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= white&gt;&lt;b&gt;I AM GOING TO HAVE A WHITE CHRISTMAS.&lt;/b&gt; WITH TONS OF SNOW.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sad but happy. ironic? yeah man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-116340492990984633?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/116340492990984633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=116340492990984633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116340492990984633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116340492990984633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/11/sad-but-happy-ironic.html' title='sad but happy. ironic?'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-116315907005876876</id><published>2006-11-10T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T03:53:21.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sianed out</title><content type='html'>hmm, been busy with studies n e-learning for the bulk of tis wk. haiz... i'm such a no lifer. econs, stats, accounts n itab. when izzit all gonna end?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;technically, i was panicking on mon when i realised i dun hv enough time to cover all my subs. but by wed, i realised many hv not yet even started.. so i started to bum around. as expected. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. aft spending 3 days at the condo's study rm studying, zest n i went to tamp mart mac for a change. n i got to see bee bee again.. the poor girl is stick-thin!!! if tts wat intense mugging does to u, i dun mind trying. heee. hey, its much more effective then liposuction or &lt;i&gt;marie france bodyline&lt;/i&gt;!!! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, got my aft exam celebrations all planned out. i can't wait. lalalala..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, quarelled with &lt;u&gt;the mother&lt;/u&gt; again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey mother,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what if i spend alot alot? as long as i dun overshoot my allowance n borrow frm u, u shouldn't complain ma. keep threatening to cut pocket money then dun allow me to wrk while studying. then how? die le lor. coz no way am i gonna reduce spending. whether u like it anot. i can starve but i'll still buy tt earring. i can walk hm but i'll still buy tt new nail polish colour. i go for brands above anything else n i absolutely love neoprints, kbox, movies, n all the other EXPENSIVE luxuries. so sue me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always complain i dun come hm early. say u "forgot how i look like liao".. where got so extreme? i tis few days nv even go out n already made it a pt to hv dinner at hm quite a few times a wk. just bcoz ur oblivious to it all, doesn't give u the right to blow hot n cold as n when u please! everytime hv prob at wrk, u'll come hm n throw temper. since ur day is already spoilt, why spoil mine too?? wth!! n hv some common sense lah, the few times i make it hm on time, u give me attitude, u tink i like to go hm before ur bedtime juz to kenna scolding ar? i'm not dumb lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now u gonna use japan to make me obey. whatever lor.. japan only ma. go before liao. n now, ur wanna go scenic places n soak in hotspring. damn interesting meh? zzzz... besides, its ur mom tt wan to travel with us as a family. u dun buy my ticket, see wat por por will do to u. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm no more that 8 yr old xiao mei mei tt will cry n apologise even when its not my fault. u wanna compete who can cold shoulder who longer, be my guest. n if u wanna go complain to all the aunties say ur daughter whatever, whatever, i oso cannot care less. to me, ur juz in denial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;how many teenagers msg their parents their whereabouts even when on a date? how many teenagers ask permission before going to places as "far" as sentosa? how many teenagers call to reassure their mom when they're coming hm aft 11pm? how many teenagers rmbr their parents anniversary, or bdae dates? their likes n dislikes? how many teenagers check tt their mom hv the blanket on or tt the aircon is not blowing at ur feet before they slp? how many teenagers go to the temple to pray for their parents safety n happinness? how many teenagers leave gd nite notes on the dresser when u wrk late nights? how many teenagers gives gifts n flowers for no rhyme or reason? how many teenagers wake up at 8am on sunday to go grocery shopping with their parents? how many teenagers hug their parents in the morn? how many teenagers hold their mom's hand in public? how many teenagers bother to even be seen in public with their parents?&lt;/b&gt; not many for sure. wat can i say??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do all tt. stuff which u take forgranted. stuff which shows i care n which u choose to ignore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrrggggghhhhhhhhh.. dammit! u make me frustrated n irritated n pissed off! u say i'm a child at 18. well, ur a child at 45!!! GROW UP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-116315907005876876?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/116315907005876876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=116315907005876876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116315907005876876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116315907005876876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/11/sianed-out.html' title='sianed out'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-116290209152396468</id><published>2006-11-07T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T04:21:31.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just a 15 min break frm econs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;blah blah blah blah blah..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh mei, quit staring at me with those beady eyes of urs n making me feel guilty for not flipping aimlessly through tt horrendously thick txtbk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frm geri's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= white&gt;IN THE PAST 24HOURS HAVE YOU:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Cried: no. &lt;i&gt;(almost though, when i saw how unprepared i was.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Wore Jeans: yeap. &lt;i&gt;(jean skirt?!?)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Met someone: ya.. people lor.. like duh?&lt;br /&gt;4) Done laundry: nope. &lt;i&gt;(i nv do laundry. n dun deny, coz i noe u dun do it too!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Went Hungry: never. &lt;i&gt;(i'm such a pig.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Talked on the phone: yups yups.. =D&lt;br /&gt;7) Said I love you: 24hrs? ehhh, dun tink so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= white&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Yourself: sure.&lt;br /&gt;9) Your friends: yes.&lt;br /&gt;10) Tooth Fairy: i wish. i wish. i wish.&lt;br /&gt;11) Destiny/ Fate: totally!!&lt;br /&gt;12) Ghosts: i rather not. but somehow i still do. &lt;i&gt;brrrrr...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) UFO: nahh. who are u kidding? &lt;i&gt;(we r king of the universe! ^^)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= white&gt;FRIENDS AND LIFE:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Do you ever wished you had another name?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;15) Do you like anyone?: of course!!&lt;br /&gt;16) Which one of your friends acts most like you: hmm, no comments.&lt;br /&gt;17) When you cried the most who was there: the mother.&lt;br /&gt;18) Whats the best feeling in the world?: to be loved. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;19) Whats the worst feeling in the world?: feeling lost n alone. or mayb, losing.&lt;br /&gt;20) What time is it now?: 8:00:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= white&gt;WHICH IS BETTER:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Chocolate or Vanilla: chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;22) Coke or pepsi: coke.&lt;br /&gt;23) Love or LUST: love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= white&gt;YOUR PICK:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Mac or KFC: its my macdonalds!! *sings*&lt;br /&gt;25) Single or group dates: single.&lt;br /&gt;26) Adidas or Nike: nike.&lt;br /&gt;27) Lipton Tea or Nestea: lipton.&lt;br /&gt;28) Cauppucino or coffee: cauppucino is the one with the froth on top rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= white&gt;YOU:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) smoke: NO!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;30) Curse: sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;31) Take a shower: definitely.&lt;br /&gt;32) Have a crush: obviously lah..&lt;br /&gt;33) Think you've been in love: yup yup. =)&lt;br /&gt;34) Like school: depends on the mood of tt day.&lt;br /&gt;35) Want to get married: when the right one comes i guess..&lt;br /&gt;36) Think you're a heath freak: not really.. &lt;i&gt;(my mom makes me take vitamins though.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= white&gt;IN THE PAST MONTH:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37) drink alcohol: birthday mth leh.. of course lah.&lt;br /&gt;38) Gone to the mall: yes yes yes.&lt;br /&gt;39) Been on stage: nope.&lt;br /&gt;40) Eaten sushi: yes, loads of times. =D&lt;br /&gt;41) Been dumped: nope. zzzz..&lt;br /&gt;42) Gone skating: yeah. n i even fell.&lt;br /&gt;43) Dyed your hair: no. &lt;i&gt;(black is gd.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44) Changed into who you want to be: nope. *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;45) I love: HIM! lolx.. &lt;i&gt;(but i love myself more. whee~!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46) I hide: huh?!?&lt;br /&gt;47) I miss: being 17. XD&lt;br /&gt;48) I need: money, money, more money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= white&gt;Eight people you would like them to do:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ting &lt;i&gt;(i noe u'll start ur entry with "stupid joy made me do tis!")&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- cher&lt;br /&gt;- jessica&lt;br /&gt;- xueqin&lt;br /&gt;- zest &lt;i&gt;(i bet u wun, coz u nv update ur blog.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- khangjing &lt;i&gt;(i'll understand if ur busy with ur As.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- jiajin &lt;i&gt;(provided ur dear wilfred dun keep u too busy. =P)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- xinyu &lt;i&gt;(u better choose tis over gaozheng!! lolx.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-116290209152396468?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/116290209152396468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=116290209152396468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116290209152396468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116290209152396468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/11/just-15-min-break-frm-econs.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-116287580299822992</id><published>2006-11-07T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T21:14:35.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sense of urgency</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;the sense of urgency has set it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MID SEMS ARE IN LESS THAN A WK. N I CANNOT SAFELY SAY I CAN PASS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u noe its time to start panicking when even sitting alone gives u such symptoms:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) random thoughts of the divine msg: "ur gonna fail."&lt;br /&gt;2) hallucination of the evil laughter of the high scorers.&lt;br /&gt;3) the floating image of a big, fat F stamped across ur script.&lt;br /&gt;4) the imaginary sniggers behind ur back.&lt;br /&gt;5) the sad n disappointed look in ur parents faces.&lt;br /&gt;6) the shocked n bewildered look in ur fren's faces.&lt;br /&gt;7) the repeated "i-told-u-so" naggings.&lt;br /&gt;8) not looking forward to the end of mst. bcoz u noe tts when ur totally screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tt was enough to make me wake up at 6am on mon morn to start mugging. but apparently tt motivation was not enough to keep me spurred throughout the day. by the time he came over, i more or less lost interest n study drive. so didn't manage to finish the topics as planned. bahx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n me who really dun hv priorities, had to audacity to go out n hv fun under the mentality: "there's always tmr." zzzz.. had &lt;i&gt;pasta mania&lt;/i&gt; dinner wif mz, cher n lynn. went bargain hunting before heading to &lt;i&gt;sunplaza park&lt;/i&gt; to feed mosquitos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;pasta mania:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- they dropped my first baked rice.&lt;br /&gt;- they delivered my nxt baked rice to the wrong person.&lt;br /&gt;- so i ended up having to wait ages for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;- poo poo poo poo poo.&lt;br /&gt;- well, at least i claimed my free dessert.&lt;br /&gt;- strawberry-something. (forgot the actual name. hee.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe.. played the swings, sat on top of the web thingy n chatted alot alot. before meeting him to come hm in gerald's car. oh, its lunch time now. ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-116287580299822992?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/116287580299822992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=116287580299822992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116287580299822992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116287580299822992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/11/sense-of-urgency.html' title='sense of urgency'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-116271668713382130</id><published>2006-11-05T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T00:58:26.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dear cherlyn:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know ur going through a hard time now. a thousand apologies for failing to be there when the worst of the worse happened earlier tis wk. however the situation changes, or how stinky u tink life is, always rmbr u hv frens who care. so stay true to yourself yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz the xueling i noe is one who wun let the dark, bad n negative world get her down. she is strong n brave n will conquer all the challenges n obstacles tt life throws at her. prove me right k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was feeling terribly lost n alone 6 mths ago, ting sent tis song to me. i tink its rather apt in today's scenerio too.. i loved it lots n i hope u'll like it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Someone's Watching Over Me"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Found myself today&lt;br /&gt;Oh I found myself and ran away&lt;br /&gt;Something pulled me back&lt;br /&gt;The voice of reason I forgot I had&lt;br /&gt;All I know is you're not here to say&lt;br /&gt;What you always used to say&lt;br /&gt;But it's written in the sky tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= yellow&gt;So I won't give up&lt;br /&gt;No I won't break down&lt;br /&gt;Sooner than it seems life turns around&lt;br /&gt;And I will be strong&lt;br /&gt;Even if it all goes wrong&lt;br /&gt;When I'm standing in the dark I'll still believe&lt;br /&gt;Someone's watching over me&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seen that ray of light&lt;br /&gt;And it's shining on my destiny&lt;br /&gt;Shining all the time&lt;br /&gt;And I wont be afraid&lt;br /&gt;To follow everywhere it's taking me&lt;br /&gt;All I know is yesterday is gone&lt;br /&gt;And right now I belong&lt;br /&gt;To this moment to my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I won't give up&lt;br /&gt;No I won't break down&lt;br /&gt;Sooner than it seems life turns around&lt;br /&gt;And I will be strong&lt;br /&gt;Even if it all goes wrong&lt;br /&gt;When I'm standing in the dark I'll still believe&lt;br /&gt;Someone's watching over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter what people say&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn't matter how long it takes&lt;br /&gt;Believe in yourself and you'll fly high&lt;br /&gt;And it only matters how true you are&lt;br /&gt;Be true to yourself and follow your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I won't give up&lt;br /&gt;No I won't break down&lt;br /&gt;Sooner than it seems life turns around&lt;br /&gt;And I will be strong&lt;br /&gt;Even if it all goes wrong&lt;br /&gt;When I'm standing in the dark I'll still believe&lt;br /&gt;That I won't give up&lt;br /&gt;No I won't break down&lt;br /&gt;Sooner than it seems life turns around&lt;br /&gt;And I will be strong&lt;br /&gt;Even when it all goes wrong&lt;br /&gt;When I'm standing in the dark I'll still believe&lt;br /&gt;That someone's watching over&lt;br /&gt;Someone's watching over&lt;br /&gt;Someone's watching over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone's watching over me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love ya always. stay strong n smiling k? cya on mon. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-116271668713382130?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/116271668713382130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=116271668713382130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116271668713382130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116271668713382130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/11/dear-cherlyn-i-know-ur-going-through.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-116271290817707047</id><published>2006-11-05T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T00:36:32.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>quick update</title><content type='html'>hmm, its exactly 1 wk since the last post. i'm back to say, &lt;b&gt;I AM ALIVE!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;monday:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) went to check out the west coast site.&lt;br /&gt;2) renovation = no sea view. bahx.&lt;br /&gt;3) big big playground!! (my inner-child fantasy! whee~!)&lt;br /&gt;4) the legendary fried oyster. (oily oily!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;wednesday:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) spss make-up test.&lt;br /&gt;2) mrks capped at 50. (even if u get 100%, it'll be recorded as 50.)&lt;br /&gt;3) 30 min of studying n i got 78. (i'm a genius! lolx.)&lt;br /&gt;4) bloody hell, i shld hv studied the first time round. poo poo.&lt;br /&gt;5) went clubhouse to play &lt;i&gt;cashflow game&lt;/i&gt; with zest n the 3 new yr 1s.&lt;br /&gt;6) went bugis with xq in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;7) she attempted to makeover her wardrobe! kawaii-neh.&lt;br /&gt;8) saw a nike bag we both loved but was sold out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;thursday:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) our 1 month.&lt;br /&gt;2) i got a delivery of sour sweets halfway through the 4hr lect. hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;3) went to cityhall to meet mommy dearest.&lt;br /&gt;4) got my new n73!! lovely lovely. =D&lt;br /&gt;5) dinner at "out of the pan".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;friday:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he brought me to &lt;font color= yellow&gt;night safari&lt;/font&gt; to celebrate our 1 month anniversary. n here i was thinking we were going to some cemetery. choa chu kang ma. then he didn't wanna reveal where we were going n wat we were doing. even to the extent of writing our destination on a piece of paper for the taxi driver. lol. but i just adore surprises. esp gd ones. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took the tram, watched the animal show, walked the suspension bridge n ate ben n jerry's. DUBLIN MUDSLIDE! expectedly, i was going to break my midnight curfew so we ended up cabbing hm so i wun get grounded till i'm 81. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a brillant time. love u dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;saturday:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) yr 1 freshmen orientation..&lt;br /&gt;2) the one we hv been busily planning for the whole of tis 2 wks.&lt;br /&gt;3) success or failure, u decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= blue&gt;thank you to the com who helped me make tis all possible:&lt;br /&gt;jessica, darren, akbar, thiam hee, guiyi, huixian, jinhui.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) went to meet xq at bugis. (sorry dearie for making u wait.)&lt;br /&gt;5) finally bought the nike bags the nice man reserved for us.&lt;br /&gt;6) it costs a bomb n i haven told mommy yet.&lt;br /&gt;7) my predicted mommy reply: "new bag again?!?! branded somemore.. u v rich hor. billabong cannot use le ar? i really shld cut ur allowance."&lt;br /&gt;8) why can't she go: "wow! its such a nice pink n brown contrast. i'll reimburse u the $$ for making such a gd choice."&lt;br /&gt;9) HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! i'm fantasizing too much..&lt;br /&gt;10) i'm a poor but happy girl. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a random note, i really shld start studying.. MST in a wk's time n i'm so so so so unprepared!! oh my goodness gracious me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-116271290817707047?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/116271290817707047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=116271290817707047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116271290817707047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116271290817707047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/11/quick-update.html' title='quick update'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-116271358264305992</id><published>2006-11-02T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T00:25:31.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/640/collage1.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/320/collage1.1.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY ONE MONTH DEARIE~!! =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-116271358264305992?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/116271358264305992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=116271358264305992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116271358264305992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116271358264305992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-anniversary.html' title='HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!!'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-116213658082519895</id><published>2006-10-29T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T04:12:02.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sabotage</title><content type='html'>bcoz i couldn't guess the no. of strawberries on top of my cake, i "won" myself 3 sabos. THANK YOU TING. I NOE U LURVE ME SO V MUCH! *sacarsm intended*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;1) peel all the prawns throughout dinner.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- there muz be like 30 prawns?&lt;br /&gt;- the shells filled a WHOLE plate! (i hv the pics to prove it!)&lt;br /&gt;- urgghhh, my nail polish!!!&lt;br /&gt;- prawn-phobia.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;font color=yellow&gt;status: success&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;2) personally invite manager, andy, to sing bdae song loud enough for the whole &lt;i&gt;sakura&lt;/i&gt; to hear.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- paiseh can..&lt;br /&gt;- unsporting manager. bahx.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;font color=yellow&gt;status: failed&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;3) sing a birthday song to myself.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- voice muz be loud enough to be heard frm the sashimi counter.&lt;br /&gt;- no way man. i hv a image to upkeep!!&lt;br /&gt;- for public interest n safety of their ears, plan was scraped.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;font color=yellow&gt;status: abandoned&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;4) call johnathan n say: "wo xi huan ni hen jiu le. xian zai ni zhi dao le, ni hui zhen mo ban?"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- translation: i hv liked you for a long time. now tt u noe, how?&lt;br /&gt;- cher: "she attach le. cannot play like tt de."&lt;br /&gt;- loti: "yeah, dun jeopardise her relationship."&lt;br /&gt;- mz: "huh? JOHNATHAN?!?"&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;font color=yellow&gt;status: abandoned&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;5) call zest n read out ting's script.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- script was long n mushy. ("i miss u", "i love u", "dar dar", etc.)&lt;br /&gt;- couldn't stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;- he was busy.&lt;br /&gt;- accidently left script at &lt;i&gt;sakura&lt;/i&gt;. omg. 0_o'''&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;font color=yellow&gt;status: failed&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;6) call zest to say: "i'm lost n alone at night safari."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- went better then previous lie.&lt;br /&gt;- i'm a bad bad liar.&lt;br /&gt;- though he didn't really believe, he offered to cab down to pick me. *touched*&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;font color=yellow&gt;status: success&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n bcoz of sabo 6, i got him to offer to come safra to fetch me hm. awwww... hey, its nearer than the zoo yeah? lol. n since it was kinda early (before midnight), we took a stroll by the pool n somehow ended up sitting in it. such a pity there wasn't any stars. BLOODY HAZE! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went studying at tamp mart wif him n two of his frens today (limin n weicong). saw bee bee who hv shrunk even further since we last met. haiz.. ting ting sure heart pain de. lol. GOOD LUCK FOR UR As DEARIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came hm to please mommy n go changi village with the family. the place is amazing. little ppl, moderately clean pathways, nice sea breeze, magnificant views of pulau ubin. even the bbq pits hv cute pavilions behind them. n the best bit, its near my hse!! n there r loads of gd n cheap food!! nasi lemak, carrot cake, satay beehoon, i cld go on naming forever.. yippee..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-116213658082519895?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/116213658082519895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=116213658082519895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116213658082519895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116213658082519895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/10/sabotage.html' title='sabotage'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-116201297425448837</id><published>2006-10-28T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T01:03:47.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my first day as an 18 year old. hmm, it started with a night severely lacking in sleep and a back-ache frm lying on the floor. but &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;sleepovers&lt;/span&gt; are still fun!! i love movie marathons, i love midnight snacks, i love cher's minestrone soup, i love pizza delivery, i love xbox games, i love blasting music, i love gossips, i love pillow fights, i love eating &lt;em&gt;ben and jerry's&lt;/em&gt; ice-cream straight out of the tub! and of course, i love cher, ting, suyee n loti. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a lovely &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;strawberry cake&lt;/span&gt; frm &lt;em&gt;breadtalk&lt;/em&gt;. the strawberries r miniature.. cute cute!! and i also have another &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;sunflower and rose bouquet&lt;/span&gt;. this time, its chilled NOT frozen! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;sakura dinner&lt;/span&gt; tonight. gosh, another buffet to pile on the kilos. i shall fast frm now till 6pm. lol. and i am no longer that terrified of sundae - cher's shih tzu. i actually let her lick and sleep on my lap. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, every new year should hv a good beginning. so here r my *drumrolls* &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;15 bdae resolutions&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;complete all tutorials properly. &lt;em&gt;(not on the mrt. heez.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;attend all my classes punctually.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;make weekly revision a must. &lt;em&gt;(i still wan my As!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;reach home before the clock strikes 12. &lt;em&gt;(cinderella?!?!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;start a regular savings plan. &lt;em&gt;(millionaire by 30? HAHAHA.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;embark on a realistic exercise regime.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;no more satisfying of ridiculous cravings. &lt;em&gt;(greedy me..)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;no more impulsive shopping sprees.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;keep my bedroom organised, neat n tidy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;don't argue with my siblings just for &lt;em&gt;shuang&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;say "i love you" to my parents, and actually mean what i say.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;appreciate my friends for who they are.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;50 smiles per day. &lt;em&gt;(spread the JOY!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;LOVE MYSELF. &lt;3&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;have a gramatically-correct and spelling-checked blog.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;notice:&lt;/strong&gt; this entry does not have those sms language that i am so fond of. haha.. just humour my efforts lah. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-116201297425448837?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/116201297425448837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=116201297425448837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116201297425448837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116201297425448837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-first-day-as-18-year-old.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-116195637958359734</id><published>2006-10-27T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T02:10:47.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday to me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;happy birthday to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;happy birthday to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;happy birthday to ME!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;happy birthday to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(sing to the tune of the standard HAPPY BIRTHDAY song. like duh!?!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eighteen at last&lt;/strong&gt;!! its now &lt;em&gt;legal&lt;/em&gt; for me to smoke, drink n go clubbing! not tt i'll do those of course. haha. being able to do them doesn't mean i wanna do them.. lol. oh ya, &lt;u&gt;M18&lt;/u&gt; movies, here i come!! hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for all the birthday wishes&lt;/strong&gt; (not in order of merit):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ting, mz, lynn, cher, suyee, loti, tianhock, jessica, sengwang, michelle, jess, serkee, anna, shimin, nina, guowei, thiam hee, gerald, amanda, jason, xueqin, wangjia, carolyn, santoso, richard, earth, yingjie, trixie, ivan, zhouxiang, jiajin, xinyu, hazwani, maziah, gaozheng, johnathan, edwin, suting, serene, khang jing, karkoon, max, tiffany, amir, my parents, the psycho tutor, cher's sis-in-law n last but not least, zest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 15TH BIRTHDAY VIVIEN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 17TH BIRTHDAY XINFEI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY TO ME!! (most impt. lolx.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-116195637958359734?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/116195637958359734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=116195637958359734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116195637958359734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116195637958359734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='happy birthday to me!'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-116195790113395749</id><published>2006-10-27T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T00:17:46.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;the last hrs of being 17 was spent with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; i got roses! *squeals*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; evening stroll down pasir ris park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; saw saf marches. (our army boys are &lt;u&gt;short&lt;/u&gt;! lolx.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; they even hv leaves in their hair n they carry rifles!! coool..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; dinner at "mid summer nites breeze".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; fish n chips, black pepper chicken chop n top shell (spicy.. slurp!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; slice of chocolate toffee cake. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; it was a starry starry nite. (PSI only 28 leh..) ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; the sea was nice. the breeze was nice. n did i mention a moon? yups. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; walked by the sea n got my slippers all sandy. niiccceeee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; drew stuff on the sand. (ok, self-obsessed me juz wrote my own name.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; sat by the breakwater*. (new wrd learnt frm him!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; there was COCKROACHES! so spoil mood lah. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; presents!!&lt;em&gt; hello kitty&lt;/em&gt;.. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; sat on the spider web thingy till our butts were sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; candle-lit pavilion. ("i &lt;i&gt;heart&lt;/i&gt; u" too.)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; countdown to happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; went down to the beach once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; cabbed hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*breakwater: a protective structure of stone or concrete which extends from shore into the water to prevent the beach from being washed away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he sent a birthday card via &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;snail-mail&lt;/span&gt; too. haha. i hv letters leh!! n its not adverts or bills.. oh gosh.. =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-116195790113395749?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/116195790113395749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=116195790113395749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116195790113395749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116195790113395749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/10/last-hrs-of-being-17-was-spent-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-116183860822773432</id><published>2006-10-26T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T23:10:55.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>surprise 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;another surprise!! i love my frens!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to jurong entertainment centre wif thiam hee aft my yr 1 gathering for &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;kbox&lt;/span&gt;.. although i kept telling myself tt for kbox to be worthwhile, its best to keep the participating nos small, i had to admit i was kinda disappointed tt it was only thiam hee n jessica tt was coming for my celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i shld hv been able to guess when thiam hee accidently let slip some details at the reception or when richard's msg came or when jessica kept smsing an unknown someone. but it was a brilliant &lt;u&gt;surprise/shock&lt;/u&gt; anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;jess:&lt;/span&gt; dear, go toilet wif me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; oh ok.&lt;br /&gt;(aft returning, n i seeing thiam hee leaving rm 50.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; oi, no one in the rm ar? wasted leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;jessica n thiam hee:&lt;/span&gt; laughs n enter rm 25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; oh my goodness, wrong rm lah ur. *pulling jessica*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can guess wat happen le rite? hehe.&lt;br /&gt;zest n gerald was inside already wif cake, lighted candles n presents. awwww.. they rushed all the way across the island aft their alliance meeting in tamp juz to join us. *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we then joined rms lor.. the choice of songs became funnier, photo-taking was more rampant n the degree of crapping brought lots of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU GUYS!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;the dedications:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;jessica:&lt;/span&gt; thank you so much for being a crucial planner in all tis. i love u dear. n thanks a million for the cutesy bear-bear charm bracelet. &lt;3 color="#ffcc00"&gt;thiam hee:&lt;/span&gt; thank you for ur presence. =D hey, ur first song was in front of me n jess leh. we're sooo honoured! nxt time sing ppl other then &lt;em&gt;lin junjie&lt;/em&gt; okie? lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;gerald:&lt;/span&gt; thank you for coming. n thanks again for ur thoughtful present plus u didn't hv to pay our share of kbox which u kindly did. stay happy always. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;richard:&lt;/span&gt; although u didn't manage to make it, thanks for ur present. i LOVE bears. hahaha.. thank you, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;tianhock:&lt;/span&gt; exam ar?? haha.. but still, thank you for the bracelet!! =) nicey nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;much as i dislike ppl who boast abt their boyfriends on public blogs. i shall make an exception for juz tis para. I ADORE MY BOYFRIEND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;dar:&lt;/span&gt; haha. although i dun like ppl to lie, ur lie abt not being able to come but still came anyway, really made my day. i liked today alot alot n it was largely bcoz u MADE IT! hehe. love ya. muacks~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 16TH BIRTHDAY AMANDA!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-116183860822773432?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/116183860822773432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=116183860822773432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116183860822773432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116183860822773432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/10/surprise-2.html' title='surprise 2'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-116170183397093599</id><published>2006-10-24T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T19:14:56.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>surprise bdae</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;hari raya cum bdae surprise!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, santoso brought us for an indonesian dinner at lucky plaza. today, went for breakfast at telok kurau wif the family. carrot cake wif ikan bilis!! fat fat me. tsssk!! at 11 plus, i then went to bedok to meet up wif xinyu n gz. hunted around for chocs - cannot go haz hse empty-handed rite??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;visited hazwani's family, an annual tradition for us. had lunch n stayed to chat. THEY HAD A SURPRISE MINI PARTY FOR ME!!! complete wif cake, candles, presents, flowers n singing!! omg! *touched*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later left to meet mommy. n i bought new shoes!! heels leh. haha. i'm gonna look taller. ^^ aft shopping, we had italian dinner at &lt;i&gt;raffles, the plaza&lt;/i&gt;. chunky ministrone soup n bacon caborana in egg yolk sauce. YUM. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=yellow&gt;a big thank you to:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;xinyu~&lt;/font&gt; thank you girl for remembering tt i love sunflowers. thank you for rushing to order my bouquet aft sch yesterday. thank you for waking up early tis morn to collect it. thank you for making the effort plus incurring bus charges to cart the bouquet to haz's hse before meeting me. sorry for getting pissed at u being late. sorry for insisting on my bubble tea treat. love ya loads. muacks! &lt;i&gt;iheartyou.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;gaozheng~&lt;/font&gt; thank you for spending 3 hrs drawing tt sunflower. thank you for leading me to believe tt the pic was my one n only present. thank you for letting me trust tt nice guys still do exist in today's world.&lt;br /&gt;thank you, thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;hazwani~&lt;/font&gt; thank you for going to such great pains in getting my cake n for hiding it too. its choc, my fav n i love it!! thank you for letting them use ur hse for my surprise. thank you for distracting me with dying plants while they prepare said surprise. thank you for accidently &lt;u&gt;freezing&lt;/u&gt; my flowers. o_0 hehe. its the thought tt counts lah. so i still love u all the same. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;jiajin~&lt;/font&gt; oi bimbo! haha... got tummy le ar? lolx. thank you for being such a joy today. thank you for helping me look on the bright side. thank you for ur part in the cake cum flowers cum whatever else. will miss ya on sat.. promise me dinner some other time yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;mommy~&lt;/font&gt; thank you mommy for being ever-ready to splurge n take time off for me. thank you for the countless shopping trips, the hrs tt i spend in fitting rms, the splendid dinners n ur pleasant company. I LOVE YOU! XOXOXOX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY 18TH BDAE EARTH!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;HAPPY HARI RAYA PUASA TO ALL MUSLIMS!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-116170183397093599?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/116170183397093599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=116170183397093599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116170183397093599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116170183397093599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/10/surprise-bdae.html' title='surprise bdae'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-116158329542781451</id><published>2006-10-23T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T23:07:38.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>friends for life</title><content type='html'>was blog-surfing.. n through some enormous brainwave, i decided to blog an entry abt the importance of friendship. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;friends, the ones who keep u standing or help u up shld u ever fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone in mj is writing parting n farewell entries. esp ppl frm &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;a201&lt;/span&gt;. the ppl whom i tot wld carry me through the hardest period of my life shld i hv opted not to quit the race. n by some miracle, i'm being mentioned on jo's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;jolene&lt;/span&gt;, fondly known to me as wen wan. was my pri 6 classmate. we were nv close. barely even talking in the halls of tao nan. naturally, we lost touch. n surprise surprise, we met again in millenia institute. seated side-by-side, i didn't recognise her short hair. but still, we didn't quite belong in the same clique. aft the release of the Os, og2 split up, n we went our seperate ways n by some eventful twist of fate, we met in the canteen of meridian junior college. strangers to all around, it was nice to see a familiar face. one frm a long way back. but the best has yet to come. we were slotted into the same class, 05a201!!! best buds frm day 1 - being 2nd intake students, all we had was each other. but as luck wld hv it, we found newer n supposedly closer frens. oh wells, was still touched when she named me among those who helped her pass the boring times in cls. love ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;frm xinyu's blog:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A best friend may not kiss you or hold you through the night, but they will hold your hand through tough times. They cause tears only through giggles, and they will never judge you on how you look with your makeup off. They may not give you flowers on Valentine's Day but they will give you chocolate once a month. And the best thing about them is that no matter how many times you fight and no matter how loud you may yell, you always know in the end they're still going to love you, and that nothing you could ever say, or scream, could change that."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Your best friend is the one who's laughs with you, cries with you, and despairs with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Your best friend is the one who loves and accepts all the strange or quirky things about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Your best friend is the one whose shirts are stained with mascara from your tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Your best friend is the one who can look at you and have a whole conversation going without even moving their mouth once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Your best friend is the one who's seen you at your worst, and said you were the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Your best friend is the one who fought for and defended you - even when they knew you were wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Your best friend is the one who can honestly say "I love you." and not think twice about how it was taken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Your best friend is the one who kicked you in the ass and straightened you out when you were about to make a big mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Your best friend is the one who knows you inside out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Your best friend is the one who never has to ask - they already know the answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Your best friend is the one who fought with you, missed you, and made up with you after many bitter exchanges were made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Your best friend is the one who stood by your side when you were having a hard time, and always forgave you for being a b*tch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Your best friend is the one who doesn't expect an apology but deserves one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Your best friend is the one who covered for you to keep you out of serious trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Your best friend is the one who never judged you for what you had done, never called you a dirty name because you had been less than good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Your best friend is the one who is your main partner in crime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Your best friend is the one whom you may need most, who will always seek your company, but will push you away to avoid pulling you down with them when they know they can't win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;N&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;S &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;O&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt; L&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;F&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-116158329542781451?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/116158329542781451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=116158329542781451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116158329542781451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116158329542781451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/10/friends-for-life.html' title='friends for life'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-116158091978990565</id><published>2006-10-23T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T22:31:49.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;birthday celebration: day 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i cut my bdae cake yesterday!! its a &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;7-layer choc fudge&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;concoction frm 'choc-a-bloc'. *salivates* hehe.. sinful sinful. n gong gong is not as generous as por por. i did not get any hongbaos. wahhhh..&lt;/span&gt; T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched a day of &lt;em&gt;devil beside you&lt;/em&gt;. such a waste of precious time. tssskk... painted n re-painted my nails. its &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;royal purple&lt;/span&gt; now. whee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had breakfast n came to sch with him today. but something really stupid happened in the morn. I REALISED I LEFT MY WALLET IN DADDY'S CAR! the car tt was whizzing towards jurong at 7.30am in the morn. zzzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;considering i dun hv a healthy savings habit, i had to dig into jeans pockets, old bags n purses for any loose change i cld manage. =( i even had to dip into my "&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;buy-an-ipod&lt;/span&gt;" fund so i wun be tt desperately broke. bahx. i hv successfully not opened tt piggybank in mths!!! grrrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness daddy dearest later drove down to sp to deliver tt sacred wallet of mine. i love my lao pa! hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-116158091978990565?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/116158091978990565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=116158091978990565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116158091978990565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116158091978990565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/10/day-2_23.html' title='day 2'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-116149465207385452</id><published>2006-10-22T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T22:35:15.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday: day 1</title><content type='html'>yesterday, my &lt;u&gt;first&lt;/u&gt; bdae celebration of the wk!! naturally, its family first..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went for &lt;font color=white&gt;trunch (lunch cum tea) at marina madarin hotel&lt;/font&gt;. n greedy me glurped down loads of sashimi n so many sushis tt left me no rm for dessert. the dessert spread was the amazing one but i missed alot of it. *sulks* =( wif such a huge variety of cakes, pastries, kueh n fancy stuff, all i cld manage was ice-cream wif tons of toppings n heaps of fruits n marshmallows frm the 1m tall choc fountain!! so wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't even get to eat any of the delectable array of &lt;b&gt;strawberry&lt;/b&gt; tarts, pies, cheesecakes n jellies. *wails*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft tt, we went shopping for clothes!! trust me, aft buffet, dun ever attempt to buy clothes coz u look fat frm every angle n in every mirror. so u succeed in doing nothing more but exasperate salesgirls who futilely try to convince u tt u look like miss universe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;liar liar, pants on fire!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clothes aside, its hp shopping time! tt salesgirl muz hv been bribed to put down n73 n heap praises on sony ericsson phones. coz i hv nv seen a person tt biased against nokia!! bahx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by now, bri was getting restless so we went to watch &lt;font color=white&gt;Rob-B-Hood&lt;/font&gt;!! its gd. the storyline is funny. the baby is cute. louis koo is handsome. jackie chan is comical. charlene choi is pretty. the bad guys r stupid. wat more can u ask for?? must go watch hor. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-116149465207385452?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/116149465207385452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=116149465207385452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116149465207385452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116149465207385452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/10/birthday-day-1.html' title='birthday: day 1'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-116149201345602574</id><published>2006-10-22T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T22:03:24.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>deathnote</title><content type='html'>on friday, i went for 55@SP. tt session was so technical tt me n jess were going, "huh?" practically throughout the whole time.. zzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;deathnote&lt;/font&gt; was suprisingly gd. n the ugly 'god of death' wasn't evil.. its the human's greed n desire for power tt was shockingly scary. he cld kill innocent ppl n even loved ones w/o second thoughts. n the sheer genius in which light aka kira plot his murders r amazing. woah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course there are funny n comical bits too.. like when the 'god of death' gets hungry n scrambles around demanding apples or when "L" eats tons of candies n holds the phone or tea cup in tt gay-ish sorta way. on the whole, it was an enjoyable experience lah.. n i can't belive i'm actually looking forward to part 2. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, i'm supposed to gush about &lt;font color=white&gt;jurong pt's foodcourt&lt;/font&gt;. its sooo nice can. not the typical shopping centre foodcourt. it kinda follows an open concept wif wooden benches as chairs, trees n high ceilings. actually, tt cannot be considered a 'ceiling' lah. coz its glass.. machiam like skylight. v &lt;i&gt;al-fresco&lt;/i&gt; dining ba? awwww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gerald sent us hm again. THANK YOU. haha. i'm so well-mannered. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-116149201345602574?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/116149201345602574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=116149201345602574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116149201345602574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116149201345602574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/10/deathnote.html' title='deathnote'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-116131046132530350</id><published>2006-10-20T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T19:26:02.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>neoprints</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;THE WEDNESDAY NEOPRINTS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/640/act%20cute.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/320/act%20cute.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually we dun hafta act lah.. haha. its 100% N-A-T-U-R-A-L! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/640/18th%20Oct%202006.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/320/18th%20Oct%202006.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder wat the both "TH" r doing.. ohhmmmmm... *meditates*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/640/the%20us.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/320/the%20us.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us~ us~ us~ us~ us~ us~ us~ us~ us~ us~ us~ us~ us~ us~ us~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/640/FRIEND.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/320/FRIEND.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the royalites. hey, we hv tiaras ok? lolx!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/14483006-116131046132530350?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/116131046132530350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=116131046132530350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116131046132530350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116131046132530350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/10/neoprints_20.html' title='neoprints'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-116131099624191603</id><published>2006-10-20T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T19:30:21.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>neoprints part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/640/spse%20peeps.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/320/spse%20peeps.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehhhh, dunno wat caption to put. but we look gd, dun we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/640/god%21.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/320/god%21.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;notice: the chairs can't be seen so th appears to either be floating or riding upon sw's shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/640/vivo%20rooftop.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/320/vivo%20rooftop.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grp pic at the vivocity rooftop. nicey nice. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/640/vivocity%20-%20131006.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/320/vivocity%20-%20131006.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shot no. 2!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;credits: pics taken frm my dear jessica's blog.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/14483006-116131099624191603?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/116131099624191603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=116131099624191603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116131099624191603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116131099624191603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/10/neoprints-part-2.html' title='neoprints part 2'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-116130952365699900</id><published>2006-10-20T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T20:52:52.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=white&gt;WEDNESDAY~!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with gem grp at t2245 aft sch to do pyscho proj. ITS TAKING FORM!! i'm soo proud of it.. coz it actually looks achievable. lalala.. n horror upon horrors, wat happened to cher happened to me.. coz my dear but blur xq missed the sb bus stop so on my way to pick her frm the nxt bus stop which was quite a dist away, some uncle horned n stopped his truck by the rd side n said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"xiao mei, shu shu shun lu zai ni."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(translation: ah girl, uncle fetch u since its on the way.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how the hell wld he noe where i was going n whether it wld be on the way anot. zzzz.. stupid, old deprived men. luckily mommy teach me, nv to board a stranger's car. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft proj, there was a sharing session at idea centre abt &lt;u&gt;corporate social behaviour&lt;/u&gt; by mr ong (which funnier then i expected it to be.) n &lt;u&gt;networking&lt;/u&gt; by mr lim n gerald which basically juz tells u to mingle wif as many ppl as possible in all available situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mr lim: learn frm the past, adapt to the present n anticipate the future.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft the talk, its where the fun begins. went wif jessica, xueqin, thiam hee, tianhock n sengwang to IMM for dinner. me n xq was so into our conversation tt we missed the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;sengwang: walao, xueqin stay where? still can miss stop ar?!?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopped for awhile before proceeding to JEC for arcade n neoprints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;arcade:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the drums.&lt;br /&gt;'hse of the dead' 4 is scary.&lt;br /&gt;the bball machines r scary too.. esp when ppl r competing n wayward balls r flying, bouncing n dodging the hoop.&lt;br /&gt;we oso played daytona &lt;u&gt;6 times in a row&lt;/u&gt;. (i lost all of them. *sulks*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;neoprints:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a random urge tt resulted in the poor shopkeeper not be able to end wrk on time. we had a blast when jess n thiam hee went to change the notes to coins coz wif less ppl, we cld see tt the chairs turned invisible in the cam so we cld pretend to be flying/floating or even mimick the 'thousand-hand buddha'. lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left jurong pretty late which resulted in him worrying more then my mom. haha. oh, the irony. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, we were already on the platform when the announcement came abt the stoppage of trains frm jurong east heading to boonlay bcoz of the chinese garden accident. mrts oso came in w/o lights n ppl were sorta frantic.. scary rite? luckily east-bound trains weren't affected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;THURSDAY~!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yilynn n ting came over to my place for dinner, to slack, paint nails n borrow choc fondue machine. i love having frens over. nxt time, when i get my humongous bedroom (wait long long lah..) i'll throw a mega-gigantic sleepover party where we can jump on my bed in pyjames, paint our nails in 10-shades of pink, rewatch &lt;i&gt;meteor garden&lt;/i&gt;, sing songs frm S.H.E in high-pitched voices n drink hot cocoa till we r all puffy n bloated. hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=pink&gt;&lt;i&gt;my pricessy dreams..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we oso celebrated julie's 25th bdae. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!&lt;br /&gt;(julie is my maid.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;FRIDAY~!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i overslept n missed itab. she already specifically say later then 30min = no attendance. so wats the pt of dragging myself all the way to dover at ungodly 8am?!?! 3hr cls leh.. 30 min late oso cannot. so ngiao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got ppl late 45min in 1hr cls oso hv attendance taken lor. zzzz.. anyway, itab is not exactly fun either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movie later.. hehehe.. although its &lt;u&gt;DEATHNOTE&lt;/u&gt; n i dun like tt sorta shows, its the company tt ulitmately counts. plus, its free. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=yellow&gt;MY BIRTHDAY IS IN EXACTLY &lt;b&gt;1 WEEK&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/font&gt; ~ i'm turning 18.. omg, tts old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-116130952365699900?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/116130952365699900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=116130952365699900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116130952365699900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116130952365699900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/10/wednesday-met-up-with-gem-grp-at-t2245.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-116109351302687203</id><published>2006-10-17T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T07:28:17.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am officially swearing off vegetarian food! ok, juz the &lt;u&gt;mock&lt;/u&gt; meat - nothing but colouring/false flavourings! coz i strongly believe tt somehow or another, it muz hv contributed to today's &lt;b&gt;massive curse of itchy rash&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i scratch the whole day oso nv relive itch. in fact, it made my hands even puffier n redder. of course i noe scratching makes it worse. but other then scratching, there's really nothing much i can do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft CD presentation (which was a success by my standards.) was when the real "i-cannot-tahan" set in. really felt like ponning CRS to go find him. but being the gd girl tt i am, i still went for cls lah. lol. but i still tink i'm soo utterly useless coz i actually allowed such a train of thought to invade my otherwise rational brain. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, tinking of going to the clubhouse kept me alive in the super-duper boring CRS.. ooh, my saviour! dots. 0_o''' anyway, the rash was loads better when i was there. got ppl to &lt;i&gt;sayang&lt;/i&gt; n pamper me ma. haha. but it became worse, much worse, aft i left to meet mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it literally spread all over my body n i looked red, swollen n diseased. totally.. like some severe skin ailment!!!!! i was amazed the woman nxt to me on the mrt didn't immediately quarantine herself. bahx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i saw an amazing thing at dover today. the train headed to boon lay actually brokedown or something. so everyone had to alight n crowd at the platform at peak hr while the train drove away wif its doors OPEN! omg. luckily i stay in the east. *smirks* hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;i love my mom. coz she worries n fusses over me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;i love my dar. coz he also worry n fuss over me. ^^&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy actually brought me all the way down to serangoon to see the doc por por highly recommended. she even wanted the doc to give me injection so there wld me immediate itch relief. naturally, scaredy-cat me objected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still, i freaked the doc enough for him to make me eat my medicine in front of him. hehe. but the wonders of modern medication; i tink i'm looking way better now. haha. perhaps, i'll hv fully recovered by tmr. *prays* =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-116109351302687203?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/116109351302687203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=116109351302687203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116109351302687203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116109351302687203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-am-officially-swearing-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-116100643179583830</id><published>2006-10-16T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T06:52:00.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=white&gt;the haze was &lt;u&gt;bad&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/font&gt; so bad, my nose itched, my eyes teared n i had a stomachache. hehe. no link wif the stomach upset lah.. prob juz the ice milo plus vegetarian hotdog doughnut. which was horrible btw! zzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he waited for me to finish sch leh.. 12-5pm!! awww.. *touched* lol. so i decided to be a gd girl n go straight hm to mug for stats instead of heading to cher's hse to slack. although stats is not really a last-min sub, at least i made an effort to try study! hehe.. *denial*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n guess wat, in all attempts to rush hm n be tt &lt;i&gt;guai kia&lt;/i&gt;, bus 3 broke down!! n it was juz mere stops away frm hm. bahx. anyway, they gave us free rides so i'm not complaining.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n dinner was nice! julie is one weird girl. sometimes, dinner can be juz 2 dishes of veg. other times, it can be mountains of meat n delicious stuff, like today. thank goodness i didn't miss it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i hv procrastinated enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;STATISTICS, GO SHIVER IN FEAR. BCOZ THE JOY IS HERE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, tts the lamest thing i hv heard all wk. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-116100643179583830?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/116100643179583830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=116100643179583830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116100643179583830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116100643179583830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/10/haze-was-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-116093401837991565</id><published>2006-10-16T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T10:57:24.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reflections</title><content type='html'>when i was younger, i used to tink everybody in the whole wide world was paired up with another person. your destined other would be connected to you by an invisible red string of fate, so no matter how far you go or how long you take, you'll always be able to find each other again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a117/joy_chua_88/Picture2-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now that i've grown up and seen life, i believe that if you do not treasure what you have, once lost, it won't ever come back. regrets are worthless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i came across this saying on bus 21 today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;&lt;i&gt;"It is good to have an end to journey toward, but it is the journey that matters most in the end."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joy, its time to slow down and enjoy the finer n smaller things in life. success is not everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-116093401837991565?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/116093401837991565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=116093401837991565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116093401837991565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116093401837991565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/10/reflections.html' title='reflections'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-116088637725525591</id><published>2006-10-15T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T22:49:50.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=white&gt;&lt;u&gt;THURSDAY: 12TH OCTOBER 2006&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;||&gt; vivien's 15th birthday bbq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;accompanied him to her birthday. ehhh, turn-out was pretty small. including us, there were only 5 ppl present. she's a really nice girl so it was somewhat suprising. n no, i wasn't bribed by the bracelet she gave me!! =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kinda find tt we both hv alot in common (eg. problems in sch, cam-whoring, cutesy stuff, pink, ice-cream!) n we share the same birthday!! such coincidence. n being the oldest - zest was meddling wif the fire. so i got the noble job of buying the alcohol. being 17 yrs 350 days old at tt pt of time, its illegal to do so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=yellow&gt;cashier:&lt;/font&gt; miss, can i hv ur IC for verification?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=yellow&gt;me:&lt;/font&gt; sure. (trying to act calm n collected.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=yellow&gt;cashier:&lt;/font&gt; ehhh, ur not of age yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=yellow&gt;me:&lt;/font&gt; oh come on, its juz a couple more days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=yellow&gt;cashier:&lt;/font&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=yellow&gt;me:&lt;/font&gt; my frens r throwing me an early bdae bash. n tis my &lt;i&gt;truth-or-dare&lt;/i&gt; dare. gimme face lah. *acts cute*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=yellow&gt;cashier:&lt;/font&gt; ok ok. (laughing to herself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I PASSED THE TEST!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bdae cake was a swensen's ice-cream cake, they off all the lights n brought the candle-lit cake upstairs to her leh. so sweet ba. haha. then, we played the REAL &lt;i&gt;truth-and-dare&lt;/i&gt;. came hm early in the morn. *snores*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;&lt;u&gt;FRIDAY: 13TH OCTOBER 2006&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;||&gt; friday the 13th. *shudders*&lt;br /&gt;||&gt; gerald's bdae/jessica-promised treat.&lt;br /&gt;||&gt; xinyu n gz's 2nd mth anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hung out at the clubhouse aft gem. (note: the sofa is a really comfy for napping!) aft tt, went &lt;b&gt;55@SP&lt;/b&gt; to hear some hairdresser talk abt entrepreneurship. n we got on the papers coz he is apparently hotter than david gan ($460 per haircut)! &lt;u&gt;lian he zao bao&lt;/u&gt;. but dun hv my face!! poo poo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft the talk, we had refreshments! then milled around w10 - IDEA centre before cramping into gerald's car n heading to vivocity! gerald promised free movie. but being new, the 15 multiplex cinema (biggest in s'pore) was flooded wif kaypo ppl too. imagine, at 7pm, the earliest tickets we cld get was for midnight screenings!!! in the end, gerald paid for our dinner at &lt;b&gt;hans&lt;/b&gt; instead. 9 ppl leh, 70 over bucks.. no joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;font color=pink&gt;the power of love&lt;/s&gt; ^^&lt;/font&gt; oopsy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xinyu called while i was at vivo's rooftop. btw, the view is amazing w/o the haze. u can see cable cars n even sentosa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;to xinyu:&lt;/b&gt; dun expect too much all the time or the disappointment will be overwhelming n even too much to bear. sometimes, the simple things in life is wat makes it all special. cherish wat u hv coz there is no end to comparison. i love you n i wan u to make the best decision for urself. rmbr, dreams r always opp frm reality. smile always. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;&lt;u&gt;SATURDAY: 14TH OCTOBER 2006&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;||&gt; mass bdae celebration.&lt;br /&gt;||&gt; bbq at east coast!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jessica . tianhock . santoso . zest . gerald . richard . michelle . xueqin . sengwang . jingjing . jackie . william . guowei . weijian . maybelline . setha . thiamhee . darren . guiyi . me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;~ did i forget anyone??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the beach was lovely, the sand was soft n the sea was awesome. but someone wld rather play &lt;b&gt;risk&lt;/b&gt; then to enjoy the outdoors. bahx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;jess:&lt;/b&gt; we cld juz stone here forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid haze.. PSI of 100+ leh.. if not it wld be all the more wonderful.. considering tt the food was great n the company was even better! :) even though pit 55 was at ulu area E, it was gd coz the place wasn't too cluttered n crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;halfway through, some of us left for parkway to buy the bdae cake n more drinks. n for some reason, instead of juz singing "happy birthday" to santoso, gerald n jackie, they sang it for me too. n naturally, tt meant i had to partake in their sabo, which was to _______________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at least it was better then gerald who had to walk a dist wif a coconut wedged between his legs or jackie n santoso's striptease. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the bulk of the ppl left, tis weirdo came to ask for leftover food. n he sorta scolded santoso for calling him an uncle. dot dot dot. n coz the remaining us can't really speak hokkien, we juz stared in silence n gave him all the otaks he wanted. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft tt, gerald sent us hm. thanks again. =) oooh, i got &lt;u&gt;curfew extension&lt;/u&gt;. haha. aft returning hm in the wee hrs of the morning consistenly for a couple of nites, mommy was appalled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mommy:&lt;/b&gt; u better get hm by midnight everyday or we will lock u out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in directly, tt is a 3hr extension of curfew. haha. i see the sliver lining of the dark cloud. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;&lt;u&gt;SUNDAY: 15TH OCTOBER 2006&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;||&gt; "gathering"..&lt;br /&gt;||&gt; dinner wif zest n frens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno if only 3 out of 5 ppl turn up can be considered a gathering. but i had lunch wif johnathan n kianyan. khangjing n edwin didn't make it due to academic purposes or so they say. oh wells, there is always nxt time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent an hr deciding wat to eat thanks to the &lt;i&gt;aunty-ness&lt;/i&gt; of a certain K character. oops. hehe. n i actually indulged in dessert!! omg.. fat fat me. we also played &lt;i&gt;house of the dead 2&lt;/i&gt; the standing sort coz its 50% cheaper then the sitting one ting adores so much. lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we also prank-called the gf of a common fren whom we suspect to be dating alot of girls at one time. n the horror is, our hypothesis seemed kinda correct. tsk tsk. &lt;b&gt;guys r not always wat they seem&lt;/b&gt;. n it is said he even has a diff no. for each girl so if they ever get suspicious n check his hp, nothing will be discovered. in fact, the girl will be touched tt ALL calls n smses r directed to her n only her. little will she noe tt the no. she 'reports' to is designated to juz her. sighs, the pro-ness of cheating boyfriends!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nxt stop, zest's fren's uncle's house for steamboat. lol. it was fun n i made it hm before 9.30!! mommy is happy. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to &lt;i&gt;pia&lt;/i&gt; CD slides now. bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-116088637725525591?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/116088637725525591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=116088637725525591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116088637725525591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116088637725525591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/10/recap.html' title='recap'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-116080179468979453</id><published>2006-10-14T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T22:00:49.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>replies</title><content type='html'>sorry, haven been blogging in days. so not me ba? haha. the couple of days hv been hectic. came hm too late to use com le. i mean, still can use lah. but will get mommy angrier than she already is abt me breaking curfew. zzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n nope, not blogging now either. juz replies to my tags to show tt i'm &lt;u&gt;ALIVE&lt;/u&gt;! whee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;gerald:&lt;/font&gt; haha. thanks alot. but i tink u really shld spend more time on ur final yr stuff. stories can wait. totally. but thanks again for the kind gesture though. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;thiam hee:&lt;/font&gt; ehhh.. u try guessing lor. haha. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;ting:&lt;/font&gt; oh. mayb ba. n tt one considered scolding ar?!?! u cute leh. haha. n i where got dun read ur blog de? only tis couple of day abit busy. ehhh, i oso wun spend SUPER LESS time wif u bcoz of someone new. i not tt sorta &lt;i&gt;zong se qing you&lt;/i&gt; ppl k. hehe. missing ya. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;tianhock:&lt;/font&gt; wow!! i oso wan a wi-fi phone. *whines* lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;candy:&lt;/font&gt; awww. tts so sweet. no wonder ur name is candy. hehe. i love purple too!!! dun worry abt it, we can always chat some other time. stay happy always sweetie. love ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;xueqin:&lt;/font&gt; ya. i'll rmbr ur advice, try not to tink so much n look on the bright side of life.. but u muz oso practise wat u preach hor. hehe. hmmm, n i really tink we r quite similar. in terms of tinking patterns regarding members of the opp sex.. lolx. take care. muackies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghhh!! 15 min left to rush out more fom before my 2nd bbq in 2 days. gosh, i'm soo gonna get fat at tis rate. oh wait, i am already fat. ciao~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-116080179468979453?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/116080179468979453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=116080179468979453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116080179468979453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116080179468979453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/10/replies.html' title='replies'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-116057925652006707</id><published>2006-10-11T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T08:31:27.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=white&gt;&lt;b&gt;disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt; i hv removed yesterday's post bcoz i acknowledge tt it was one on impulse n was v mean. although now is prob a little late, i juz wanna say tt i regret it. a thousand apologies.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skipped sch n went shopping today! n it was coz i &lt;u&gt;overslept&lt;/u&gt;. n not according to popular belief - escaping frm reality or refusal to face up to my problems. met cher at orchard. n i bought a green top frm &lt;i&gt;topshop&lt;/i&gt;.. its nice. like duh! hehe. then we went to grab a fruit juices n chat. typical us. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft tt went far east plaza to shop somemore. new necklaces!!! i'm a happy girl. but a v poor one now. bahx.. then went heeren. tis time, miraculously, i window-shop only. *pats myself on the head* but splurged again on lunch. had sakae buffet. yummy!! food is always, n i repeat, ALWAYS, worthwhile!! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;greedy greedy..&lt;br /&gt;aiyah, &lt;i&gt;bdae mth&lt;/i&gt;, muz pamper myself. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up wif ting n went bugis. sat on the mrt platform chatting. then proceeded to the outdoor area of mac to talk somemore. i nv seem to run out of saliva. zzz.. can feel a bad sorethroat coming up. but ting was such a dear, she pushed her wrk schedule back by an hr to pei me coz zest was late!!! we went arcade n had ice-cream..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when he finally arrived, both of us went to buy vivian's present, a metal watch frm bugis street. we oso got bdae cards for some other oct babies. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;xueqin:&lt;/b&gt; i got heed ur advice..n is going to her bbq tmr leh. lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came back to tamp area n pei him cut hair lor.. bubble tea. =D tts abt it i guess. tmr hv 4 straight hrs of lectures. ultimate boredom. zzz. [X10000]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-116057925652006707?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/116057925652006707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=116057925652006707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116057925652006707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116057925652006707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/10/disclaimer-i-hv-removed-yesterdays.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-116031275971103882</id><published>2006-10-08T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T06:59:19.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=white&gt;"If you take your eyes off your goals, all you see is obstacles."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credit: &lt;i&gt;ann jiajin&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went wif the family to the beach bcoz the haze wasn't tt bad today. but haze aside, the rubbish-filled sand was stinky enough to spoil anyone's mood. who ever said s'pore was CLEAN N GREEN?!?! eyes hv stamp ar??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still wanna go west coast. *hint hint* =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dinner at tis fusion restaurant n i had 'parsely rice'. of course it had a much fancier name which deceived me into ordering it. disgusting!! bleahx. but the softshell crab was scrumptious n the mango prawn rolls were aye-ok! plus i stole some of trix's tempura fish n chips, alisa's udon n daddy's laksa. only i had rotten luck n awful food i guess. bahx. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sch tmr. zzzzz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-116031275971103882?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/116031275971103882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=116031275971103882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116031275971103882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116031275971103882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/10/if-you-take-your-eyes-off-your-goals.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-116028798309368659</id><published>2006-10-08T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T23:23:28.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I TREATED TING TING TO BUBBLE TEA COZ SHE WON A BET.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ting, i posted le.. now everyone noes i lost. sobs sobs. lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to &lt;font color=white&gt;vivocity&lt;/font&gt; wif mommy dearest n the sisters yesterday.. it's not tt big a &lt;i&gt;hoo-ha&lt;/i&gt; as the newspaper made it sound. like &lt;i&gt;kiasu&lt;/i&gt; singaporeans tt we are, we rushed to fill carpark spaces at an ungodly time of 10.30 am. luckily we did, coz the place was packed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not all the shops were open. n those tt were, smelled of paint n wood shavings. ewww. nevertheless, i got loads of new clothes!! but alisa bought much more. haiz, the luxury of being thin. she dun even need to queue at the end of the never-ending line leading to the fitting rms. *sulks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the place was sorta unready for ppl. the floors r sandy n there is no hp reception!! oh the horror! hehe. went to find ting.. n gosh, she looks cute in tt pink uniform! happy ma??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n coz there was really nothing much left to buy, the family left to some other fun shopping paradise leaving me 2 hrs early to meeting my frens. zzzz. hung around n got guy ask my no. leh.. cherlyn, u reading tis ma?? hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 5pm, met up wif zest, richard n gerald at habourfront mrt. we went to walk the &lt;b&gt;roof-top&lt;/b&gt; of vivocity.. its a really nice place wif the exception of the terrible haze. can actually see cable cars leh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when santoso finally came, we went for chicken rice dinner at some hawker centre near nus before going to watch &lt;font color=red&gt;S&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;u&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;P&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;erstar&lt;/font&gt; at their cultural centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got circle seats right nxt to the stage so visibility was awkward.. but the whole area was specially reserved juz for the five of us. cosy huh? HAHAHA. the show on the whole was nice. some lecturers even sang songs.. &lt;u&gt;4 stars&lt;/u&gt;?!?! they oso had an sms voting system where u cld vote ur fav superstar. GO SHELLY! i dunno they got physically count votes anot but in the spirit of &lt;i&gt;boliao-ness&lt;/i&gt; i did vote for fun. whee~ n &lt;b&gt;kelly poon&lt;/b&gt; guest performed too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft the show, we had midnight supper of prata at upper thomson rd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=yellow&gt;santoso: ur prob the first spse member to eat wif all four of us at the same time.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya, &lt;i&gt;bigshots&lt;/i&gt; alright.. haha. president, vice-president, advisor n welfare head. i'm soo honoured. but like all normal ppl, they crap alot. n when i say alot, i mean ALOT. anyway, the contents of their conversation is M-18 n not suitable for mention on public blogs. lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was way past midnight by the time we finished.. n there was no more mrt left. thank goodness gerald drives!! THANK YOU CAT!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-116028798309368659?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/116028798309368659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=116028798309368659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116028798309368659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116028798309368659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-treated-ting-ting-to-bubble-tea-coz.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-116014788279127181</id><published>2006-10-06T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T23:44:11.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>zhong qiu jie</title><content type='html'>woah.. my hp died on me. n when it finally revived a couple of hrs later, i had 3 missed calls n 12 smses. i nv knew i cld be tt popular. haha. &lt;font color=white&gt;HAPPY MOONCAKE-EATING FESTIVAL&lt;/font&gt; ppl! hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met ting at tamp aft psycho for dinner. then hung around till zest came then we went to play arcade. it was a blast until tis really weird guy came along to challenge zest to the 3-puck game. like whatever lah. extra lor.. *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played bishi bashi, daytona n hse of the dead. yeap, my accuracy 40% leh. haha.. pathetic ba. but at least its not negative n i'm proud of tt! dun laugh, i forbid u to.. hmpf! ladeedums~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw suyee, yixin n mag at tm too. missed mag so v much!! i guess prelims n promos at mj shld be over le ba. coz meridians flooded the tampines area. n trix was among them apparently, but i didn't get to see her. no fate. haha. phew.. ting then left to find mz aft her movie so they cld go find cher at PS cartel. its complicated. yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n coz its zhong qiu jie, zest n i proceeded to some &lt;b&gt;hdb annual celebration&lt;/b&gt;. the children r soo adorable can. haha.. esp when they dance, shake n scream. btw, got some wearing the colourful croc shoes tt jess hates so much. but they somehow still manage to look kinda cute lah. =P there was oso performances n riddle guessing. some ans were kinda lame. but juz watching the little ones scramble earnestly to ans them was pure delight. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;qn:&lt;/b&gt; wat looks like a dog but is not a dog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ans:&lt;/b&gt; puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dots.. 0_o'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sparklers!! lanterns. i oso wan! wahhhh... awww, i dun wanna grow up. lalala. aft i reach hm, its celebration part 2, mooncake-eating wif the family. i'm now so super duper full! but other then the normal, standard, baked, yolk-stuffed, lotus-tasting types, mommy oso bought green tea snowskin, yam, macademia nut, strawberry yoghurt n ever champagne-flavored ones. omg! the calories?!?! n i can't stop munching. stupid me. *whines*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, its once a yr. so can afford a &lt;u&gt;small&lt;/u&gt; indulgence lah. hehehe. n i'm soo keeping all these nice nice mooncake boxes. hey, i bet the box costs abt the same as the mooncake itself lah. dun waste.. tsk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i am a karang guni!&lt;/i&gt; ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to zzz, tmr will be another &lt;s&gt;hectic&lt;/s&gt; happening day.&lt;br /&gt;shopping: my fav past-time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;&lt;i&gt;vivocity&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; here i come!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s (trix wants tis blogskin now. why muz she always copy me?!?! previous skin oso like tt. hp model oso like tt. i noe i hv gd taste lah mei. hehe.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-116014788279127181?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/116014788279127181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=116014788279127181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116014788279127181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116014788279127181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/10/zhong-qiu-jie.html' title='zhong qiu jie'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-116005311878863481</id><published>2006-10-05T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T23:47:58.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went out wif my darling ting yesterday to make-up for not meeting her on tues. sorry lah.. wear the earrings some other time k? =) we went bugis. so typical. lol. had swensens dinner, n i actually didn't hv ice-cream!!! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nxt stop, shopping. bought matching red &lt;i&gt;puma&lt;/i&gt; bags. sweet ba? jess n xq hv matching princess bags n now i oso hv le. whee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, i'm so immature. haha. but i lurve my ting ting. heez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= pink&gt;&lt;b&gt;to someone:&lt;/b&gt; sorry i was unreasonable n insisted u msg me. then showed attitude n made u worry. but i loved tt phone call. hehe. ur such a dear. muackies. &lt;3&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had 4 solid hrs of lect today. zzzzz. super boredom!! but i did not slp! n i did copy notes. haha. achievement.. *floats on air*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;tip: sour skittles r a lifesaver!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for d&amp;d meeting aft sch n made it hm early for once. i had dinner at home-sweet-home leh. haha. mommy was pleased but she said something abt forced implementation of curfew if i continue to disregard it. tts soo unfair. i'm 18 &lt;u&gt;NOT&lt;/u&gt; 8!!!!!!!! bahx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the parents juz dun get it. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, the mother n father r out on a date! (they left juz aft nagging at me.) omg!! n they r going to &lt;a href="http://www.ministryofsound.com.sg/"&gt;Ministry Of Sound&lt;/a&gt;! i didn't tink they'll be tt hip. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-116005311878863481?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/116005311878863481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=116005311878863481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116005311878863481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/116005311878863481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/10/went-out-wif-my-darling-ting-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-115992649517202440</id><published>2006-10-04T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T18:55:19.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate stats</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;blogging frm &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;stats lab session&lt;/span&gt; bcoz it is an utter bore n so not worth waking up at 6am for!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;%^&amp;#$%*&amp;amp;@#^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stats was already so hateful last sem but at least we had a dedicated teacher - one who makes u do tutorials outside her T7 office, like some pri sch kids. annoying then but at least we cld pass wif pretty acceptable grades. *grumbles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the new tutor, one who nv even bother to intro himself, pales in comparison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;last wk, 1st cls ever:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;he came late.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he nv even open classroom.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;all he said was: "there is no cls today." (wth! i stay pasir ris leh.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;oh, he also said: "8am is too early for me, nxt wk, lets make it 8.20. n no, 9am is too late."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;stupid, irresponsible teacher in his white golfing pants. 0_o&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;grrrrrrrrr.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;so much for gd first impression. tsk tsk.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hey, we had a 4hr break leh. such a waste of time. =(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;today, 2nd cls:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;i was late. oops.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he changed cls venue but told no one. *rolls eyes*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he still nv mrk attendance.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;old habits die hard&lt;/em&gt;, he's still irresponsible!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;self-practise of spss. (shld hv stayed hm!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;there's a test in wk 4! die le lah.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;n he cannot even ans serkee's qns properly. so lousy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;another &lt;strong&gt;bad&lt;/strong&gt; wed morning. thank goodness there is &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;club hse opening&lt;/span&gt; later today. can get see jessica, xueqin n many, many more. hahaha. counting down. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 hrs n 23 min&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; more to go. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-115992649517202440?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/115992649517202440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=115992649517202440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115992649517202440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115992649517202440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-hate-stats.html' title='i hate stats'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-115988519431285340</id><published>2006-10-03T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T07:26:57.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>day 2</title><content type='html'>came to sch n was late for goh john keat's cls, the 2nd time in a row. so much for gd impression! (its was the rain!!!!) haha. thanks to serkee, i cld ans the tutorial qns which i obviously didn't bring. ok fine, i didn't do. lol. i'll do the nxt one. promise! *cross fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then in CD, was 'lucky'-drawed together wif mingxiang to coordinate the volunteer activities, children's orphanage. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.. so much for wanting to keep a significantly low profile tis sem. sobs sobs. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, tts all abt sch worth mentioning i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank u to my dearies who helped me relive the anger n bitterness n made me feel so v much better abt the low-down n downright mean ppl we hv no choice but to meet n endure in life. they r such a awful pain in the neck n they hv ugly faces to match their ugly insides too. *grins* thanks for criticizing, slamming n bitching abt them wif me the whole of today. love ya to bits! muacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wif every challenge, i'll emerge stronger.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;insignificant ppl hv no bearing on my existance. poof!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to suntec, office tower leh. haha. it was boring. worse then CRS. hehehe. then went to &lt;i&gt;thai express&lt;/i&gt; for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-115988519431285340?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/115988519431285340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=115988519431285340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115988519431285340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115988519431285340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/10/day-2.html' title='day 2'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-115988409450735708</id><published>2006-10-02T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T08:38:04.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>anniversary</title><content type='html'>had tis dunno wat &lt;font color=white&gt;inter-poly alliance meeting&lt;/font&gt; thingy at the bugis national lib. each poly sent only abt 3 ppl? some only had juz one representative like rp n ntu. but all the excos represented spse. plus jessica n me - the yr 1 extras. lol. we were v intimidating i guess. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then coz there were not enough tables at &lt;b&gt;HANS&lt;/b&gt;, jessica, xueqin, wangjia, michelle, tianhock, joel, sengwang, carolyn, santoso n me went shopping for wj's bdae present!! (which we gave to her in the toilet. lolx.) haha. then went to find huixian at her wrk place n we all squeezed to take neoprints!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft the "heads" finished their discussion, we went to liang seah street for dinner. hor fun n lime juice. yum yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came hm. &lt;i&gt;pure bliss&lt;/i&gt;. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=yellow&gt;btw, jess mentioned tis.. at the dinner place, xueqin, jessica n me ordered the exact same food - horfun wif egg. n we were sitting v far apart frm each other. telepathy? probably. tts y i love them both so v much. *grins* sisters forever!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-115988409450735708?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/115988409450735708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=115988409450735708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115988409450735708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115988409450735708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/10/anniversary.html' title='anniversary'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-115967806887869759</id><published>2006-10-01T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T05:11:25.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>24 relationship qns</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=pink&gt;&lt;b&gt;24 relationship questions&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;1) Single, Taken, or Crushin?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;2) Are you happy with where you are?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 erm..not exactly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;3) When you meet the right person, do you fall fast?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 yeap. i guess so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;4) Have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 sadly yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;5) Do you believe that there are certain circumstances where cheating is acceptable?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 never. cheating is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;6) Would you ever take someone back if they cheated on you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 nope. a leopard will nv change his spots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;7) Have you talked about marriage with another?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 yup. loads of times in boring history class wif haz, maz n jj. haha. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;8) Do you want children?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 perhaps. if they promise to stay cute forever! heeee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;9) How many?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 2 (one boy n one girl if possible!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;10) Would you consider adoption?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;11) If somebody liked you right now, what do you think is a cool way for them to let you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 FLY ME TO MAGADASCAR. kidding. :P ehhh.. dare to admit it to me in person, face-to-face?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;12) Do you enjoy playing hard to get?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 sounds fun. hohoho. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;13) Be honest, do you play the "game" when you are dating?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 wat 'game'???? *innocent*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;14) Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 no. its prob juz 'lust at first sight'. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;15) Are you a romantic?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 totally. flowers, sunsets n music pls. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;16) Do you believe that you can change someone?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;17) If you could get married anywhere, n money is not an object where would it be?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 rome! paris? arrghh, cannot decide. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;18) Song of the moment?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 girl in your dreams by m2m &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;19) Do you give in easily when you are fighting?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 depends on who the other person is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;20) Do you have feelings for someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 hmmm, tts for me to noe, n you to find out. *giggles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;21) Have you ever wished you could've had someone but you messed it up?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;22.) Have you ever broken a heart?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 technically yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;23.) Would you get back with your last ex, if you could?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 no way. 好马不吃回头草。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;24.) Would you ever fight somebody over your significant other?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 erm, no comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-115967806887869759?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/115967806887869759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=115967806887869759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115967806887869759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115967806887869759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/10/24-relationship-qns.html' title='24 relationship qns'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-115963054537013025</id><published>2006-09-30T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T21:57:10.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>birthdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;29th sep:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY 18TH BDAE TING!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had gems wif xq. n although cls was below expectations, n there were loads more guys then i expected, i did hv fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;the teacher: sb is the er mei san. everyone there r girls.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposed to go shopping wif xinyu but she ps me for her poly frens. I AM ANGRY! lol. waited for zest at pasir ris mrt to go hv lunch. then shortly aft tt, went for ting's bbq. sinful sinful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is really a day of suprises. we plan suprise party for ting. then spse plan suprise dinner for wang jia n zest. haha. anyway, ting's party wasn't tt big a suprise coz someone spilled the beans. poo poo. but still, she was happy. dun deny, i noe ur pleased!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yi lynn, cherlyn, mengzi, beefong, xinyu, jia jin, ivy, suyee, hazwani, maziah, gaozheng, ronald, yi an, kelly n me turned up. oso hv 3 of her nyp classmates. not bad turn-out ba. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n i can buy vodka!! they didn't even check my ic. n i tink i'm the only hopeless case who gets a headache frm a beverage wif only 5% alcohol content. zzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oso, wat is a bdae bash w/o sabo? we gave ting the full-body package.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; choc mocha facial&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; mayonaise body rub&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; butter n honey hair treatment&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; orange syrup bath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds delicious? still hv 2nd n 3rd course. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny bits:&lt;br /&gt;=&gt; we fed our leftovers to cats. (ting's 'species'.)&lt;br /&gt;=&gt; yi an's present to ting is pan pacific hotel sausages!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;30th sep:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY BDAE WANGJIA!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went pet farm wif gerald n thiam hee.&lt;br /&gt;get tis, dogs bark when gerald walk past!! haha.. meow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dogs n cats hv such a pampered life! bubble bath, fancy food n air-conditioned comfort. when u look at them lounging around n inevitably tink of starving african kids, u come to a conclusion tt pets in s'pore r soo spoilt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n for the first time, pasir ris to parkway parade took an hr! i take bus 15 only abt 20 min lor. btw, gerald drove. zzzzzzzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;to gerald:&lt;/i&gt; u better delete those pics or ur so screwed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hung out wif bri n i realised my bro takes to bribery easily. juz 1 ice-cream cone n he'll go shopping wif u. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n mommy bought me new stationery supplies. haha. colourful clips n binders, new markers, pens, files n cutesy notebooks!! haha. time to get tt long-lost study momentum going in full gear. gambatte!! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=pink&gt;guys often say tt girls r difficult to understand. why dun they ever look at themselves in the mirror?!?!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-115963054537013025?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/115963054537013025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=115963054537013025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115963054537013025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115963054537013025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/09/birthdays.html' title='birthdays'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-115941799630278992</id><published>2006-09-28T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T20:55:25.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yesterday was the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last day&lt;/strong&gt; of cca drive&lt;/span&gt;!! finally can eat wif my clique aft &lt;em&gt;pangseh-ing&lt;/em&gt; them for so long. haha. but i'll miss seeing jess n xq on a daily basis. th's crapping, those early morn booth decorations, the rushing to-and-frm classes. haha. bahx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;recreational activites&lt;/span&gt; aft they had their exco meeting. dinner n movie at cine with jessica, xueqin, sengwang, tianhock, michelle n zest. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;john tucker must die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. it was funny funny but the guy seemed to be able to get out of every scheme n somehow, made himself more popular in the process. tts so unfair. &lt;em&gt;NO JUSTICE!!&lt;/em&gt; lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xueqin: wld u do tis if ur bf cheated?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, i prob wld juz roll into a ball n cry. but then again, &lt;em&gt;red g-strings&lt;/em&gt; n &lt;em&gt;estrogen pills&lt;/em&gt; r worth a try. haha. came hm at abt &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;midnight&lt;/span&gt; n mommy didn't scold! whee~&lt;br /&gt;she somemore made me hot milo n let me eat a &lt;u&gt;WHOLE&lt;/u&gt; durian snowskin mooncake to myself. omg. so much for skipping lunch n dinner n not having roti prata for supper. tsk tsk. but it was yummy. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in CD (character devt), tis equals a &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;severe lack of self-discipline&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;today is exactly &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1 mth frm my 18th bdae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. muz rmbr hor?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came to sch wif zest today. n suprise suprise, we were both on time. but i was earlier. haha. got back pacc paper. n although i only got a sad 70%, tan yen yen said tt tis paper was challenging n tt i'm a potential A. yeah yeah. i cannot disappoint!! hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. the mid-sem grades hv been above avg but still unsatisfactory.. tts the result of getting complacent. stupid joy. *wails*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i &lt;em&gt;fell&lt;/em&gt; while climbing tt stupid sb hill. irritating uneven steps. i dunno why i'm announcing it here. but its was soo super embarrasing. can't they like build us escalators, travelators, whatsoever?!?! nyp hv ma.. sp so budget lah. *sulks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is now in tt sb "&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;study rm&lt;/span&gt;" tt michelle pointed out to me. can tell tis will be our new hang-out place. whoopee! btw, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I FOUND &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ZEST'S&lt;/span&gt; BLOG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. n its not spmusical-zesty.blogspot.com. haha. n its boring. haha. oops. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-115941799630278992?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/115941799630278992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=115941799630278992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115941799630278992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115941799630278992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/09/yesterday-was-last-day-of-cca-drive.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-115928356350191795</id><published>2006-09-26T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T09:25:13.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>backdated</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=white&gt;&lt;u&gt;sunday&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- went clementi to buy cca booth supplies.&lt;br /&gt;- xueqin, sengwang, tianhock n zest.&lt;br /&gt;- BIG BOOKSHOP. miss the bedok one.&lt;br /&gt;- lunch at &lt;i&gt;sumo house&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- salmon sashimi. love love.&lt;br /&gt;- did up the booth in sports hall.&lt;br /&gt;- saw the spsu guy. mr 'i-cannot-tok-properly'. oops. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;- jurong entertainment centre.&lt;br /&gt;- arcade!!&lt;br /&gt;- daytona. me FIRST!&lt;br /&gt;- drums, bball, bishi bashi (spgg cheaper!!).&lt;br /&gt;- supposed to watch movie but complications aroused.&lt;br /&gt;a) failed to chose movie.&lt;br /&gt;b) when guys finally allowed us to watch our show;&lt;br /&gt;c) tickets were too ex. $9.50. heee.&lt;br /&gt;- played pool. i can 'shadow' leh. izzit called 'shadow'? dunno lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;&lt;u&gt;monday&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sch day 1.&lt;br /&gt;- he was early?!?! wow. kidding lah.&lt;br /&gt;- went early to do the booth.&lt;br /&gt;- dinner at the new fc 4. &lt;i&gt;koufu&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- squeezed into gerald's van to go np.&lt;br /&gt;- nus &lt;b&gt;exoro&lt;/b&gt; game.&lt;br /&gt;- goofed around in front of np's security cameras.&lt;br /&gt;- compared toilets. haha. np cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;- sengwang, tianhock n me in 1 grp.&lt;br /&gt;- we won!!! 13.7 mil frm 2 mil start-up.&lt;br /&gt;- 2nd = zest, santoso n richard. 10.8 mil.&lt;br /&gt;- cramped 9 ppl into gerald's van to rush the last mrt.&lt;br /&gt;- waited v long for bus. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;- reached hm at 1am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;&lt;u&gt;tuesday&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- late for sch.&lt;br /&gt;- gate 7 closed to muz climb hill to gate 8.&lt;br /&gt;- ran up 6 storeys of t22.&lt;br /&gt;- only to noe tt there is no econs tut. bahx.&lt;br /&gt;- sucky econs mid-sem results. below my expectations at least.&lt;br /&gt;- helped out at the booth.&lt;br /&gt;- mich is soo funny. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;- came hm early for once. 7.30pm leh.&lt;br /&gt;- dinner wif the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;~ shld i, shld i not?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frm an email:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 I love you not because of who you are, but because of who I am when I am with you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside them knowing you can't have them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Never frown, even when you are sad, because you never know who is falling in love with your smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 No man is worth your tears, and the one who is, won't make you cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i did cry. didn't i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Don't try so hard, the best things come when you least expect them to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-115928356350191795?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/115928356350191795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=115928356350191795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115928356350191795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115928356350191795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/09/backdated.html' title='backdated'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-115902376894228790</id><published>2006-09-23T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T08:16:14.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy bdae ah gong</title><content type='html'>back frm dinner. aft starving the whole of today, i tink i kinda lost my appetite for dinner. hey, an ang ku kueh for breakfast, no lunch n 1/8th a mooncake for tea is really little hor. to me at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really can lose weight. haha. i muz believe tt i can succeed. &lt;b&gt;no carbo!&lt;/b&gt; atkins diet.. only had half a spoonful of tea leaves which had a tiny bit of brown rice mixed in it. tts my one n only dosage of carbo for the whole of today. yupz. then managed to not eat much of the 10-course dinner either. even por por noticed n tried to sneak tt extra fatty piece of peking duck onto my plate. n trix commented tt my plate still feels clean. bahx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;to luq:&lt;/font&gt; dun worry, i'm neither &lt;i&gt;anorexic&lt;/i&gt; nor &lt;i&gt;bulimic&lt;/i&gt;. dun worry yeah? i dun hv a fascination wif looking like a stick insect n neither do i fathom worshipping my toilet bowl wif puke, whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it was grandpa's bdae. n he is older then zest! omg!! i tot zest &lt;u&gt;max oldness&lt;/u&gt; le. hehehe. kidding lah. he's my &lt;i&gt;ah ma de ah pa&lt;/i&gt; so muz show face n go. anyway when our families get together, it no longer is as fun as it used to be. no more ice-cream parties, late nite sleepovers n holiday trips. we hv grown up. so the idea of fun hv oso evolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now all the grown-ups ever tok abt is studies, grades n future prospects of their offsprings, us. n the high-flyers, olivia n alisa, will compare the standards of their respective schs, raffles girls vs dunman high. so-and-so having new campus. so-and-so recruiting top teachers. yadda yadda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its alright if they juz tok among themselves. unwilling parties like me, will be drawn in juz for comparison so they will shine better. zzzz. big deal. poly then poly lor. not tt i'm doing horribly either. why shld i care less anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i noe they love me. but reverse psycho isn't actually effective in my case. i need encouragement ppl!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n suprisingly, por por hinted tt i'm slimmer. its been yrs since she started her: "everytime i see u, u seemed to hv grown sideways!" tis cld be a major turning pt! wow!! either tt or she was trying to brainwash me into eating tt fatty mush of meat. WHICH I DID NOT TOUCH. bravo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, home sweet home. no more superficial social engagements for a long while i guess. i dun wanna grow up! *wails* n i wan my prata!! *wails even louder!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-115902376894228790?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/115902376894228790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=115902376894228790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115902376894228790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115902376894228790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-bdae-ah-gong.html' title='happy bdae ah gong'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-115899983441376750</id><published>2006-09-23T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T01:42:01.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>new skirt! haha. got the blue one coz mommy said i hv loads of brown ones. but the brown one was nice ma. *sulks* then got more hair accessories. if i had telepathy n cld predict tt mommy wld be in such a gd mood today, i wld hv not bought anything on my own yesterday n wait till today wif her credit card n all. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went mooncake sampling. yummy. hyatt hotel hv nice boxes. like treasure chest n its wooden! so style lah. traditional, snow skin, ice-cream mooncakes, i tried them all! gosh, later por por is gonna say i've grown fatter again. its not fair. trix eats like an elephant n everyone say "studying keeps her slim". hey, i study too okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n i went grocery shopping. yeap! i chose vegetables! n oso got to see san yi po (correct spelling ma?), she's my grandma's sis. n she said i v guai. accompany mommy come ntuc. haha. i am gd girl ma. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we then went to look at handphones. i hv changed my mind. n80 is too bulky. i tink i shld get n73 instead. its cheaper n more feminine too.. n it has a better camera for me n my darlings to &lt;i&gt;zilian&lt;/i&gt; but i muz rmbr to lock keypad. see, i help my mom save money. yeaps. i'm a gd girl. hey, i wear long skirts now! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta go get dressed for dinner. the cousins will be present. aww shucks. i'm in no mood for polite small talk. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-115899983441376750?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/115899983441376750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=115899983441376750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115899983441376750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115899983441376750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/09/new-skirt-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-115893993213210350</id><published>2006-09-22T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T01:08:31.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping, shopping n more shopping.</title><content type='html'>arranged to go out wif xinyu coz i didn't feel up to being alone today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but she was late so she bribed me wif bubble tea [so wun skewer her on a satay stick n bbq her at some pasir ris pit.] haha. i tink i'm sooo forgiving. honestly lah, ppl late juz one strawberry milk tea n i happy liao. hmmm, shld be more demanding. hey, my precious youth leh!! wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we went parkway parade for shopping!! visited jj at &lt;b&gt;ig heaven&lt;/b&gt; n bought a kinda expensive &lt;i&gt;fluff&lt;/i&gt; pouch. &lt;i&gt;muz give her face ma..&lt;/i&gt; in front of her boss muz show she hv generous frens. lol. excuses joy, excuses. haha. but it was cute lah, wif all the bobby heads n ditzy colours. (ann jia jin, its DITZY not bim!!) lalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went shopping somemore n bought impulsively at &lt;b&gt;mini toons&lt;/b&gt; n &lt;b&gt;chameleon&lt;/b&gt; which prompted xinyu to say: "in all my frens, u spend the most in the shortest period of time." thanks alot man.. apparently, u haven seen how MY frens splurge. machiam like drinking water lor. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;nets is a dangerous thing.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went &lt;b&gt;op&lt;/b&gt; n i got a new brown skirt. got pink sequins n embroidery de leh. niiccceeee.. i tink i'm gonna go back to get the other colour. besides, mommy says she'll pay. hahaha. i tink she's juz pleased the skirt is looong - till my knees leh. my parents r conservative. wat can i say?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then coz we were thirsty, we went to mac to chat over drinks. hung out at the arcade till jj finish wrk then went to the food court to tok somemore. jj hv ring. xinyu meeting gz for dinner. everybody is attached. everybody got darling to gush over. bahx. well, they r my frens. n i'm happy tt they r happy. truthfully. honestly. 100% plus guarantee n chop!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took bus to raffles place to meet mommy. n being the sweet n darling daughter tt i was, i bought her a big, pretty sunflower! n she was soo pleased. receiving flowers is nice. but if i can't get them, giving them makes me feel gd too. =D muackies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she brought me to suntec to get my nails done at &lt;b&gt;dashing divas&lt;/b&gt;, a pinky nail boutique. i love my mommy! now my nails r a brillant shade of orange. n u can't help smiling coz they look so well, orange? (pardon my lack of vocabulary.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n coz my toe nails were juz done, i cannot shop for shoes as initially intended so we went for jap dinner instead. n i tink today is a day for lovers coz at &lt;u&gt;the fountain of wealth&lt;/u&gt;, laser light dedications flashed one aft another, each proclaiming undying n everlasting love, n everyone wif partners seemed strangely starry-eyed. its soo not fair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its alright, i hv my mother for company n while ur feed on &lt;font color=pink&gt;&lt;u&gt;love&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt; i'm stuffing my face wif salmon sashimi. the large portion, (ting, jealous ma? lolx.) pretending to be oblivious to the couple nxt to me who were patiently feeding each other.. cannot eat urself ar? how old already!! *fumes* fine, mayb i'm juz jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft dinner, we waked juz a little more. n i got 4 new tops! haha. there i go again. its ok lah, mommy paid. n tmr is sat, she says i can get my shoes n mayb a couple more bottoms before meeting the grandparents for dinner..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;happy once more!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, &lt;b&gt;WELCOME HM ZEST.&lt;br /&gt;jessica n xq, i miss u..&lt;br /&gt;cher, new job = new responsibilites. stay true to urself yeah. love ya always.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-115893993213210350?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/115893993213210350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=115893993213210350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115893993213210350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115893993213210350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/09/shopping-shopping-n-more-shopping.html' title='shopping, shopping n more shopping.'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-115889079922511826</id><published>2006-09-22T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T19:30:55.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;什么样的爱&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/2H0lW3oD808"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/2H0lW3oD808" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;nicey nice. v heart-rendering.. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;n tis is the young jolin frm a long time ago w/o all the said plastic surgery. sweet ba?? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, the video can't seem to be resized.. so it overlaps the flower buttons. so &lt;i&gt;scroll down&lt;/i&gt;, to the entry below tis vid if u need to change pages okie? in case u didn't noe, those r &lt;font color=white&gt;flash buttons&lt;/font&gt; so they automatically follow the scrolling of the pgs. cute n ingenious* rite? haha. i noe. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehhh, one flaw. if u scroll &lt;u&gt;ALL&lt;/u&gt; the way down then press a new link, u gotta scroll &lt;u&gt;ALL&lt;/u&gt; the way up again to see stuff on the nxt pg. yupz. dun be lazy lah. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a date wif xinyu coming up. lolx. tata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*def: characterized by cleverness or originality of invention or construction.&lt;br /&gt;haha, waay back, i promised &lt;u&gt;a wrd a day&lt;/u&gt;. which i hv been forgetting tis couple of wks. so here here. *grins*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-115889079922511826?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/115889079922511826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=115889079922511826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115889079922511826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115889079922511826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/09/nicey-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-115882436534826979</id><published>2006-09-21T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T18:34:06.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i managed to wake up at &lt;u&gt;7am&lt;/u&gt; to sms jessica, xueqin n santoso!! haha. so proud of myself. the ealiest i hv woken up tis hol wif the exception of spse camp - which doesn't count since i didn't slp at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;showered, got dressed n went out bright n early for once. breathing in the fresh morning air, seeing the exceptionally still swimming pool n the morning dew on every blade of grass literally put a smile on my face. wat changed tt little smile into a big one was the innocence n laughter of the little ones as they sat by the fountain eagerly awaiting their different but equally sunshine-bright sch buses. in their bright n cheery uniforms, they played catching, or &lt;i&gt;ooh-ed&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;ahh-ed&lt;/i&gt; over adorable babies in their comfy looking prams smelling of nice, warm milk powder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n get tis, as i walked past, their maids, grandmas n grandpas made all these cute-voiced 3-5 year olds stand in a line to say n i quote: &lt;font color=white&gt;"jie jie ni jing tian hen mei. chu men xiao xin."&lt;/font&gt; (translate: big sis, ur v pretty today, take care n hv a nice day.) n baby xavier hugged me n he didn't wanna let go! omg. (coos in delight!) i lurve kids!! except when i'm in a rotten mood coz it irks me tt some ppl can be perpetually happy. haha. i'm queer, yes, i noe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in &lt;i&gt;kindergarten&lt;/i&gt;, like them, they look forward to sch each n everyday. in &lt;i&gt;pri sch&lt;/i&gt;, u look forward to sch provided there is no spelling n if u completed ur hmwrk. in &lt;i&gt;sec sch&lt;/i&gt;, u only look forward to sch bcoz u can go out n hv fun aft tt. in &lt;i&gt;jc&lt;/i&gt;, u dread sch. totally. in &lt;i&gt;poly&lt;/i&gt;, wat sch?? ur no longer considered students in the govt's eyes! (no youth day, no transport concession, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, pia 2 sessions of yoga. &lt;b&gt;sore muscles&lt;/b&gt;.  but i feel strangely gd. hehe. n the receptionist at the yoga centre said: "joy, u haven been coming for a v long time." firstly, she can rmbr my name. secondly, she is aware of the fact tt i haven been attending classes!! out of sooo many members, i actually made an impression. whee~ ok fine, i'm prob one of the youngest full-fledged members there, so ppl r bound to notice. but its nice to be remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i walked around raffles place &lt;u&gt;alone&lt;/u&gt;. absorbed in the energy of the financial world. ya, i hv no life. o_0 hungry, i sat at a cafe n people-watched. &lt;i&gt;blackberry&lt;/i&gt; handhelds, &lt;i&gt;subway&lt;/i&gt; sandwiches n &lt;i&gt;starbucks&lt;/i&gt; coffee was a staple in almost everyone's hands as they scrambled back to the office aft lunch hr. black power-suits, jet black hair, pursed lips n briefcases sashayed around. tis is my future life. one w/o colour, one w/o laughter. but i like it! hey, i already said i was weird. so quit the funny stares?!?! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caught mommy at her business luncheon. professional, serious n no-nonsense. her tone was brisk n her smile was brief. she didn't even bother give me time for aimless chatter. oh wells, tis is the working mommy. my role-model. lalala. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though, there is a dampener in today's otherwise pleasant 'a-day-to-myself'.. cramps. arggghh.. so its now, retreat to my bed, peanut butter cookies n "my lovely samsoon dvds". &lt;font color=red&gt;screw tt time of the mth.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am all alone. n i'm feeling like crap. *whines*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna get better for mommy's promised all expenses paid shopping trip n pedicure!!! how can i ever miss tt?!?! mommy calls tis "a back to sch perk." haha.. i love sch. lolx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-115882436534826979?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/115882436534826979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=115882436534826979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115882436534826979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115882436534826979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-managed-to-wake-up-at-7am-to-sms.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-115874257853053986</id><published>2006-09-20T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T03:27:33.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>slotting the timetable for nxt wk's cca drive (25th to 27th sep). who to be situated at the booth frm wat time to wat time. gosh, i feel so 'impt'. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;-on msn-&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;melvin:&lt;/b&gt; gimme slots wif my jie k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;-in another window-&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; oi. melvin muz wif u only ar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;jessica:&lt;/b&gt; i his jie so muz protect him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; ur timings dun match leh. he cannot wif me ar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;jessica:&lt;/b&gt; u dun bully him can le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; walau, u biased leh.. y cannot he bully me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;jessica:&lt;/b&gt; ya. i will tell him dun bully u oso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;jessica:&lt;/b&gt; dun jealous lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; he can wif guowei anot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; oh cannot. guowei my didi. so muz protect him frm urs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;jessica:&lt;/b&gt; wahh. all the didi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; the power of the jies. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;-in yet another window-&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;guowei:&lt;/b&gt; hey jie, got alot of job offer leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;guowei:&lt;/b&gt; sch wanna start le. dunno how to reject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;guowei:&lt;/b&gt; got $5 per hr n $7 per hr de. i v stupid rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; wah.. ppl popular ar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;guowei:&lt;/b&gt; of course. i ur didi leh. cannot be a disappointment ma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awww, so sweet. haha. n my blood-related didi leh? sitting outside, in front of the tv, like a big lump of lard. since like, forever?!?! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 min more to swimming. haha.. &lt;font color=blue&gt;&lt;b&gt;SPLASH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;bon voyage&lt;/font&gt; to my dearies, xueqin n jessica. (i try to wake up to sms ur tmr morn k?)&lt;br /&gt;to sengwang n santoso: better take gd care of my dearies hor. hehehehe. hv a nice n safe trip!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-115874257853053986?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/115874257853053986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=115874257853053986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115874257853053986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115874257853053986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/09/slotting-timetable-for-nxt-wks-cca.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-115872484934888515</id><published>2006-09-20T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T21:36:45.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I MUST KEEP FIT</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=pink&gt;happiness is not abt living in perfection.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;it is abt living one hell of a life n knowing tt ur still standing tall.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ting ting not free to pei me go back visit damai tmr. so its &lt;b&gt;yoga day&lt;/b&gt;!! haha. its been ages. but i booked the cls le. so no backing out anymore. i really shld motivate mommy to go too. hehe. swimming today? or gym? hmmmm.. TENNIS!! nah, no company. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;HEADLINES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;: 20th Sep, Joy kickstarts her &lt;i&gt;I-Must-Keep-Fit&lt;/i&gt; program. An unnamed but concerned friend comments: "I really wonder how long her enthusiasm will last this time around." Joy rebuts: "I will persevere. You pessimist!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xinyu, quick, call me... i'm dying of boredom. n STOP using gz's msn. its highly confusing coz i dunno who i am toking to at any pt of time!! n stop saying stupid things tt u noe is not true. *sticks out tongue*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to self: get into a back-to-sch mood. regularise sleeping patterns. bahx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-115872484934888515?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/115872484934888515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=115872484934888515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115872484934888515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115872484934888515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-must-keep-fit.html' title='I MUST KEEP FIT'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-115868171050449440</id><published>2006-09-19T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T09:28:10.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rainbow aft the storm</title><content type='html'>cls chalet cum bbq. dead tired. no comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came hm wif serkee n anna. serkee got bf come all the way frm hougang to pasir ris juz to pick her leh!! i am envious, i am jealous, I OSO WAN!! *green eyes* wahhhhhh. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;the bf&lt;/b&gt;: u still on bus? v long leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;serkee&lt;/b&gt;: then go hm lor. bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walau.. come all the way here juz to pick her, still like tt. &lt;font color=pink&gt;the power of love&lt;/font&gt;. hehe. where u go to fish guys like tt ar? tell me oso mah.. hv gd things muz share. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on 17, met ruiqi n sinyi. sinyi sooo v pretty can. no more braces le. i miss my ogl. wahh. ruiqi is still the same cute, bubbly her. miss the times in ao-math when we all gang up to bully poor mrs quek n the occasional tuesday morning roti-prata (frm the stall tt has since closed down). today is mj's last day of prelims. =) so tt means, u, my ex-classmates, r free to go out wif me le. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, their presence cheered me up more then my strawberry milk tea leh. shows how v much i miss my past. juz the other day, daniel asked if i had even a tiny, teeny, wheeny bit of regret. i'll be lying if i say i dun. coz yes i do. i regret not sticking it out. i regret choosing the easy way out. i regret. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, life is full of regrets. juz attempt to live it to the fullest, dun tink too much. n the world will be a much happier n more vibrant place to live in. its impossible to say 'dun leave rm for regret' coz there will always be inadequacies in life. wat u can do is juz minimise them. ok, i dun really noe wat i'm toking abt actually. but wait till i start psychology lessons nxt wk. i'll speak more profoundly then. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;cher&lt;/b&gt;: got guys to intro me ma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;: got tom, dick n harry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;: tom picks his nose in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;: harry nv wash hands aft coming out of the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;: dick, is well, a dick lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;: guys around me all tis standard one. u interested ma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;cher&lt;/b&gt;: lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my frens r lame. they r full of crap n bullshit. n tt is our normal, usual, out of point conversation. retarded, stupid, n dun make sense. but bcoz of it. i love them to bits. absolutely. wholly. completely. entirely. &lt;i&gt;de facto&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-115868171050449440?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/115868171050449440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=115868171050449440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115868171050449440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115868171050449440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/09/rainbow-aft-storm.html' title='rainbow aft the storm'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-115864851871386817</id><published>2006-09-19T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T00:21:36.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gem registration</title><content type='html'>i got my gem. i got my gem. *dances around* &lt;font color=white&gt;psychology n counselling&lt;/font&gt;. the hot hot gem, the super popular one. omg. i'm still recovering frm the shock. haha. got the 2pm registration slot. n within 5 min, i'm a thousand times happier. &lt;i&gt;whee~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love u &lt;font color=red&gt;xueqin&lt;/font&gt;. muackies!! thank u, thank u, thank u. *floats*&lt;br /&gt;sorry &lt;font color=red&gt;serkee&lt;/font&gt;, my bad. we'll still pass fri time together k? n we'll swop notes n still study together..&lt;br /&gt;sorry &lt;font color=red&gt;jess&lt;/font&gt;: its full le.. i really tried. but by the time u told me u can't sign in, already quite late liao. then psycho within secs will full de. sobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, i got my completed timetable. n it sucks. 8am lectures n 5pm dismissals!! n here i was thinking last sem's timetable was horrible. some stupid sp planner! at wat hr muz i wake up?!?! n thurs hv 4 back-to-back lects tt r not even in the same mlt. imagine if u fall sick on thurs? or forget to bring sweets n jacket? can die lor. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its ok. one more sem. juz one more sem to specialization. yup yup. *grimaces*&lt;br /&gt;=X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n stupid bri, on tv so rough for wat?!? short circuit the whole hse, hung the com n cut my internet connection. tt happened at 2.10pm. so he better thank god i got the gem i wanted if not, he is sooo gonna get skinned alived n toasted for either the fishes or his future dog. bahx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, now gotta wait till 4pm for anna n serkee to come over for anna's gem registration, 2nd appt.. hopefully nothing goes wrong tis time. come on sas.. be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bbq nite. not enough food. sian. n david kk cheong is coming. much as we r not on buddy terms wif him, he did give me my mob A. my only A. n he was kinda nice to me in cls. so muz be somewhat appreciative i guess. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-115864851871386817?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/115864851871386817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=115864851871386817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115864851871386817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115864851871386817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/09/gem-registration.html' title='gem registration'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-115859542885090319</id><published>2006-09-18T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T03:29:11.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chalet day 1</title><content type='html'>bad start for a chalet. downpour!! n suay suay, aft stumbling to the bus stop in slooshing wet water, the rain stopped. bloody lao tian ye!! met jess at tamp mrt to shop for anna's bdae present. so sian lah.. raining then cannot walk night market. zzz. but we got the presents le. shhhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft tt, went down to pasir ris n although white sands was renovating, there's tis new cute accessories stall n naturally, new earrings for my collection. got fork n spoon de pattern oso leh. haha. &lt;i&gt;i'm an easily contented girl.&lt;/i&gt; haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while we were browsing, winson/winston/wilson, whatever lah.. the dbf 21 guy or better known as ivan's fren called. his cls so sad case lah. only got he stay over first nite. my cls although pretty pathetic in terms of nos, oso had abt 8 staying? imagine the whole hse to himself?!?! haha. oops. stupid ivan. anyhow give out ben xiao jie's no. bahx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we waited for ages at pasir ris stn for kelvin to come down frm asyikin's hse (hougang) wif the v impt check-in IC - asyikin sprain ankle ma. poor thing. the chalet was a disapointment. not the big spacious 4 rm bungalows we were led to belive. juz small 2 bedrm units wif a musky n stale smell. yucks. instead of catering, we decided to save money. so the lot of us trooped down to white sands foodcourt for makan then to loyang pt, &lt;i&gt;sheng shiong&lt;/i&gt; for grocery shopping. smelly smelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~ tmr gems registration. psychology here i come!! *prays*&lt;br /&gt;~*~ things r bad bad bad. pls dun hate me..&lt;br /&gt;~*~ removed the music coz it hang my com. grrrrr..&lt;br /&gt;~*~ bon voyage zest, try not to drown yeah? lol. (kidding!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-115859542885090319?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/115859542885090319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=115859542885090319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115859542885090319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115859542885090319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/09/chalet-day-1.html' title='chalet day 1'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-115854641421073588</id><published>2006-09-18T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T09:08:00.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the girls dun get it</title><content type='html'>a stupid phrase tt does make some sense on closer reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"life is a play;&lt;br /&gt;the world is my stage;&lt;br /&gt;and its ppl r my audience."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ever noticed how when ur not alone, u seem to be acting? subconcious anot, u hv an idea of how u wan ppl to perceive u n it all becomes juz a facade. only for some, its rather obvious n others a little more close to the heart.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ramblings aside, life is unfair. guys hv it all gd. larger allowances, later curfews, simple dressing requirements, higher atheletic abillities, how abt getting to keep their surnames aft marriage?? n now, John Philippe Rushton is arguing tt men hv higher IQ too. (the straits times, 16th sep 2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the brother wants a goldfish.&lt;br /&gt;the brother wants 5 goldfishes.&lt;br /&gt;the brother wants a hamster/gerbil/pet rat.&lt;br /&gt;now, the brother wants a dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wth. can't he ever be satisfied? n i soo dun wan a bouncing ball of fur wif dripping saliva n the inability of keeping poop within himself half running, half sliding across my living rm. irregardless of how smoochy-cute it is. bahx. trix has threatened to move out. any other ideas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-115854641421073588?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/115854641421073588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=115854641421073588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115854641421073588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115854641421073588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/09/girls-dun-get-it.html' title='the girls dun get it'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-115851314269154207</id><published>2006-09-18T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T18:52:03.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a date?</title><content type='html'>went out wif mr &lt;i&gt;i-will-not-be-late&lt;/i&gt; today. he was late though. haha. supposed to go shopping for his msia trip which i tink was quite successful ba? wif my gd taste, u got all or most of the stuff u needed?? haha. bhb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopping wif guys is sooo different. i mean, they decide really fast n before u noe it, they r at the cashier paying le. n its not impulse buys lor. they try, they tink n they act waay faster then my jie meis, myself included. oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strawberry milk tea &lt;3 n champagne grapes ice-blended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked tamp mall, then went &lt;font color=white&gt;pasar malam&lt;/font&gt;.. i bought stickers. whee~ saw mommy n daddy.. my parents still hold hands n go on dates leh.. haha. sweet ba? lol. anyway, nobody made anything difficult. then went back tm to get his sis stuff. n had dinner wif his fren frm &lt;i&gt;fox&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, n someone we both noe called. so it was funny funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;someone&lt;/font&gt;: blah blah blah. so i msg joy yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;mr &lt;i&gt;i-will-not-be-late&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: err, i can tell her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ladeedums~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess wat, tm basement &lt;font color=white&gt;blackout&lt;/font&gt;. its practically like the impossible happening!! but i insisted on still going into the ultra black ntuc juz for kicks. how often do u get to go into a black supermarket? i guess alot of ppl tink tt way too coz the place was packed. n no, we didn't steal anything despite cameras n sensors being all out. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he used the hp camera flash to see the products.. lame ba. haha. funny though at tt pt of time. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;joy&lt;/font&gt;: so quiet. say something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;mr &lt;i&gt;i-will-not-be-late&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then coz it was still kinda early we went to century sq. n i had to buy eggs hm. haha. tts so random. but shop n save eggs r cheap.. haha. looked at handphones then came hm. fun fun fun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to mx: nxt time say 'hi' if u see me yeah? haha.&lt;br /&gt;to mr &lt;i&gt;i-will-not-be-late&lt;/i&gt;: i had a gd time. cya around. :) btw, chi smses r cute but i am not a ZHU coz i wake up early, sometimes. *sulks* hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-115851314269154207?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/115851314269154207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=115851314269154207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115851314269154207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115851314269154207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/09/date.html' title='a date?'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-115846578490125574</id><published>2006-09-17T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T21:59:09.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i heart you</title><content type='html'>17th sep, &lt;font color=white&gt;life&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;style&lt;/font&gt;: &lt;i&gt;singaporeans are a whiny lot. we feel stifled, and yet we don't have the courage to step out of our situation. so there is nothing else left to do but complain.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 stayed hm the whole of yesterday. blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 slept, slept n slept somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 came online. routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 cannot go genting. bleahx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 checked gems registration slots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 got 12 cca pts at last count. whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 xinyu wun give me her private blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 zest wun give me his either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 changed my blogskin. yays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 no more annoying 'i-dunno-wat-to-put' title bars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 removed bhb bdae countdown. XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 random thought: i shld find wrk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 msn. blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 zest called to help me pass time. sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 talked to jessica deary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 fussed over chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 off to &lt;i&gt;lala&lt;/i&gt; land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 today, chwee kueh for breakfast. yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 online. again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 going out. triple yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 mommy gonna 'sing' later. &lt;s&gt;triple yeah&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 random thought: better get back into studying mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 wun stay chalet le ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 &lt;b&gt;HAPPY 18TH BDAE LOTI!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-115846578490125574?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/115846578490125574/comments/default' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-115839365588099801</id><published>2006-09-16T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T01:42:59.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>evening rendezvous</title><content type='html'>the criteria for yesteday was to stay hm the whole day n be allowed out in the evening.. machiam like prison. oh wells, i'm sick afterall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another condition was tt daddy had to come pick me n drop me wherever i wanna go. the daddy tt told me to be ready at 5 but at 5.30 is still no where to be seen. late already, i broke condition 2. rushed down to cityhall but poor xueqin still had to wait abt 20 min. bahx. i'm seldom late de, serious!! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;visited sengwang n his tight apron at cafe cartel, had dinner n shopped till jessica finish wrk. it was meant to be a suprise but bigmouth me accidently blurted it out. oops! then we wanted to BOO jess, how i noe her booth change place. poo poo poo. *sulks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopping wif xueqin was such a blast, we made fun of the summer fashions, the 'bling' accessories n how over-priced raffles city shopping centre is. we even hung out in the baby rm in which everything is soo cute n miniature. whee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft jess xia ban, we walked over to suntec to visit wangjia. stupid &lt;i&gt;IMF&lt;/i&gt;, block all the shortest routes making us lost like tourists. seriously, &lt;u&gt;4 million smiles&lt;/u&gt;? aft yesterday's experience, i'm suprised if they can even get 4 smiles. other then tt of the delegates "i-am-so-freaking-impt" smiles. anyway, i'm supposed to be more understanding n patient. afterall, being a banking student, tis world meeting is paving the rd for the future me. so cool joy, cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the place is soo heavily guarded, it resembles the royal palace, an army fortress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then flowers, another reason to be put off. in our attempt to showcase our &lt;i&gt;garden city&lt;/i&gt; to the world, there r suddenly blossoming blooms sprouting out in town. sunflowers in tis case. such hypocrites. tsk tsk. did i mention sunflowers r my ulimate fav flowers? well, they are n they soo do not belong in s'pore's humid n polluted weather. no wonder they were all withering. grrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the time we finally weaved our way through tt maze, we had to find wangjia among all of suntec's 4 towers. by some coincidence, accident, whatsoever, we bumped into zest. tt began our quest to find charles n keith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft finding wangjia at some atrium, we went to carrefour for sushi n orange juice. yummy yummy. all the while, jessica was entertaining us wif 'zest-is-old' jokes. funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposed to meet ting they all at esplanade n go hm together. but tinking tt they'll take forever considering how we always burn loads of time away gossiping on tt rooftop, we didn't meet. but in the end, oso leave abt the same time. sorry girls. &lt;b&gt;HAPPY 18TH BDAE SUYEE!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missed the last shuttle bus, had to weave ourself out of the mess again, ventured into millenia walk, CANDY EMPIRE! hahaha. met up wif sengwang at citylink mall, squeezed onto the last mrt n had daddy pick me up at tamp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no scoldings, zero coldness, still hv hot milo frm daddy dearest. another successful push of the dreaded curfew. midnight! whoopdeedoo.. tok to cher then ting long into the nite. love my dearies.. they can always make an average day end on a more positive note. i shall noe my limits, be a gd girl n stay hm today. stupid flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frm ting's blog which i tink was dedicated to me: &lt;i&gt;even if a person doesn't love u the way u wan, it doesn't mean tt he doesn't love u wif all he has.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div 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rendezvous'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-115831124487891704</id><published>2006-09-15T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T00:43:00.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tribute to the mother</title><content type='html'>i am sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n no less then 6 ppl on msn commented how rare it is to see me online in the middle of the day. coz my routine tis hol has been to wake up at noon, hit town or any other shopping centre n coming hm hopefully, before 11 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 pm coz i'm already pushing curfew. sian.. kinda feel tt 'home' = hotel. i check in then check out as i pls. sad to admit it but i kinda feel i only tok to mommy when i need more $ n to ask for permission to go out. actually, now tt my allowance is giro-ed into my acc, n tt i no longer ask for permission - i merely &lt;u&gt;notify&lt;/u&gt; if i'm going out, i barely even tok to her anymore. n tts a sad sad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i laughed at how bri naively proclaimed to mommy, "i will hold ur hand even when i'm 18!" but i guess, juz the wrds itself touched her. no matter how ludicrous it may sound to me at 18, i noe right inside, she wished we nv grew up, n forever stay mommy's little princess. like when she comes into my rm late at nite to juz sit at the bottom of my bed n watch me slp, prob wishing time wld stop. the earth wld stop spinning n ppl wld stop living their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it was anyone else, i'll prob be freaked. but tts my mother. the one tt carried me for 9 mths, fed n dressed me. the one who will love me come wat may. the one who tries to connect wif me but is turned away time n again frm an angsty teen. gosh, i feel like the world's biggest meanie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she nv fails to rmbr my bdae. my tuition times, my fav food, my everything. n yet, i only noe how to complain, complain n complain somemore. aww shucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;dear mommy,&lt;br /&gt;i love u. i'm sorry for all the times i've hurt u.&lt;br /&gt;love, ur daughter.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm going out again. as usual, my sms went, "i stayed hm the whole of today le. going out for dinner. cya tonight." i love my parents. i really do. but it juz doesn't seem to show. tsk tsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-115831124487891704?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/115831124487891704/comments/default' title='Post 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chalet is kinda messy, gem registration is a nightmare n daddy juz went: "wat? no gpa of 3.8?" wtf, u tink so easy ar. i tried le lor. i really did... n i do tink my grades r really something to be proud abt. haiz. n i still hv to convince myself i hv no feelings for tt someone, since obviously, i dun mean anything to him. who said my life was easy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joy, u dun like him. joy, u dun like him. joy, u dun like him. joy, u dun like him. joy, u dun like him. joy, u dun like him. period. dun argue wif me.&lt;br /&gt;i dun like him. there, 1 prob down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, who am i kidding man?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-115830134131706801?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/115830134131706801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-115822213430143054</id><published>2006-09-14T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T01:22:14.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TAIWAN THROUGH MY LENS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(no faces coz mommy is soo conservative n convinced tt internet psycopaths r spying on tis blog.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/640/y.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/320/y.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;departure terminal, frm &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;s'pore to taipei&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/640/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;yummy yummy.. the eggy restaurant, haagen daz sundae, n water served in ice-cream cups. cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/640/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;taipei's &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;mrt &lt;/span&gt;station...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/640/collage5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/320/collage5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;taipei 101&lt;/span&gt;!! the tallest building in asia..&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/14483006-115822213430143054?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/115822213430143054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=115822213430143054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115822213430143054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115822213430143054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/09/photos_14.html' title='the photos'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-115822265757333924</id><published>2006-09-14T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T01:50:08.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/640/collage1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/320/collage1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;railway&lt;/span&gt; station.. wif manual ticketing booths..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/640/collage.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/320/collage.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steam-powered, coal-fuelled, etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/320/collage4.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;see the motorbike's parking lots?? n all those colourful paper r the diff sch uni tis shop tailors.. n the oldish &lt;em&gt;ma jie&lt;/em&gt; sorta clothes.. seems out of the post-colonial era.. btw, the trend, &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;HIGH SOCKS&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/640/collage8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/320/collage8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note: the tallness of the shops..&lt;br /&gt;they dun hv large shop spaces but even macs n starbucks compete in &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;HEIGHT&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" 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title=''/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-115822314447694804</id><published>2006-09-14T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T01:39:04.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/640/5.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/320/5.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;the supposedly &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;bugis street&lt;/span&gt;' in taiwan. found the shop tt sells both raw pork n clothes in the same space?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/640/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;3-in-1 shopping complex&lt;/span&gt;. wif all the red linkages.. reminds me of sb's red bridge. brrrrrr... plus their movie village - our cine - n all the cabs r yellow. cute ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/640/collage7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/320/collage7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the many many&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; tikam machines&lt;/span&gt;.. those soft toys r those &lt;em&gt;kiap-ed&lt;/em&gt; by us. skill leh. haha. tis is the cutest collection of pics i hv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/640/collage6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/320/collage6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the town of&lt;/span&gt; danshui&lt;/span&gt;. wif it breath-taking scenery n foot-long ice-creams... romantic ma??&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-115822367721842560</id><published>2006-09-14T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T01:47:57.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/640/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;miramar&lt;/span&gt;, the neon ferris wheel.. an iconic landmark in taiwan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/640/collage3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/320/collage3.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;new flavours of candy not available in s'pore, some popular street snacks n see how kiasu they are? the coin is soo small but the coin slot is huge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/640/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/320/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;dustbins, letter boxes, car license plates (see small print?) n more dustbins!&lt;br /&gt;btw, they lurve recycling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/640/x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2056/1312/320/x.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah again.. oh, the hanyupinyin keyboard. omg.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/14483006-115822367721842560?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/115822367721842560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=115822367721842560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115822367721842560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115822367721842560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/09/miramar-neon-ferris-wheel.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-115815747857708106</id><published>2006-09-13T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T07:43:30.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the lightbulb</title><content type='html'>went to dhoby ghaut to meet xinyu n gz.. as well as to play the ultra bright lightbulb. through some sheer coincidence, met maz on the mrt. same carriage somemore so went down together lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid xinyu wanted to help her bf save money, suggested we eat kfc instead of the initially promised &lt;i&gt;swensens&lt;/i&gt;. then my sorethroat how?!?! anyway, we had swensens in the end n gz paid half the bill. so not tt bad lah. only $8 for executive lunch. wif pasta, soup, ice-cream n drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft tt, went to &lt;i&gt;singapore shopping centre&lt;/i&gt; yeap, some ulu shopping complex nxt to parkmall for pool. tis place allows under 16 leh.. provided ur supervised by someone above 16. the first round, me n maz - beginners, almost beat the pros, xinyu n gz. if it wasn't for tt stupid black ball who refused to go where it was told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft tt, we rushed to &lt;i&gt;the cathay&lt;/i&gt; to watch &lt;u&gt;devil wears prada&lt;/u&gt;. the movie theater was nice. comfy seats, correct aircon temp, gd screen n great sound system. btw, xinyu n gz took couple seats. jealous le lah, i oso wan bf!!! haha. dots. but the place was far frm grand. juz a slightly diff building facade but same shopping centre feel inside. no biggie.. so much for historical value!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the show was nice. abt how a girl, anne hathaway, sacrificed family, frens, morals n integrity to climb the corporate ladder n to become a girl tt a million other girls dream of being but yet, not be the one girl tt she wans to be. ultimately, she realised the price she had to pay in exchange for all tt, was not worthwhile. its a gd show for ppl who need to get their heads out of the clouds n stay grounded.. yeap. wake up call to not get complacent n rmbr wat to me is really impt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, before xinyu can announce it on her blog, i walked into a wall. ya. a literal wall.. i oso dunno wat i was thinking. n i prob looked stupid since i was still in the theater n tt the lights were on. laugh if u muz. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came hm early. n shld really hit the bed now. TURN OUT THE LIGHTS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-115815747857708106?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/115815747857708106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=115815747857708106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115815747857708106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115815747857708106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/09/lightbulb.html' title='the lightbulb'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-115812014438388081</id><published>2006-09-13T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T07:29:54.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm back!</title><content type='html'>met ting ting n cher the day aft i touched down in s'pore. for my supposedly welcome back dinner. went tamp to watch &lt;i&gt;little man&lt;/i&gt; wif them n loti. its so super funny. jokes r kinda dirty but cher, who was sitting juz beside me, cued me when to laugh by her recognisable n distict HAHAHA. aft loti left to meet her other half (fullerton choc buffet leh!! *envious*), the rest of us went to &lt;i&gt;pasir ris beach&lt;/i&gt; to see sunset. nicey nice. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the nite set in, we went to tis ultra romantic &lt;i&gt;beach restaurant&lt;/i&gt; known as "mid summer nights breeze" or something like tt lah. but the bad bit was, it started to rain. then they had to lower the blinds which means, there is no more sea view. *sulks* aft dinner, we left to sit on the &lt;i&gt;spider web&lt;/i&gt; thingy bcoz some inconsiderate couple decided to embark on marathon smoking. continuously leh. spoil mood can?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat till abt 11pm chatting before catching the bus back hm. so sweet!! i tink juz spending time talking wif quality ppl far beats spending alot of money shopping, whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met cher the nxt day for swimming n blading (which we did not do) she &lt;i&gt;slept over&lt;/i&gt; at my place, snatched my bed, my blanket n almost took my bolster too. hehe. sleeping or rather trying to slp was like doing yoga - having to contort ur body in funny positions on tt ultra small SINGLE bed! we ended up yakking most of the time anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had mac breakfast the nxt morn before going to ntuc, like so aunty-ish. hey, not alot of shops r open at 8am!! met zest n came to sch in my stupid, childish, sec sch looking bag. bahx. &lt;i&gt;ec 2006&lt;/i&gt; had a turn out of 17. which is far greater then wat we initially expected. yeah! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;celebrated amir's bdae, had night walk, midnight talk to ting ting. love yaa darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played a couple of games, then bcoz the sch so budget, off all the aircons, we couldn't slp n ended up star-gazing n playing &lt;i&gt;risk&lt;/i&gt;. haha. super addictive! the second day was more enjoyable coz we cld go out to bugis to source for sample gd. ours was a plain long sleeved tee n michelle drew on it wif white glitter. nicey nice. =D we presented it n &lt;i&gt;mich productions&lt;/i&gt; a.k.a zesty xiao qiang (aft tt nv-say-die cockroach) won overall!! ladeedums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way hm, slept on train. reached hm, slept somemore. woke up juz only to check results. i noe i cld hv done better. but wth, i'm contented. peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-115812014438388081?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/115812014438388081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=115812014438388081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115812014438388081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115812014438388081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-back.html' title='i&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-115779903173998170</id><published>2006-09-09T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T04:09:41.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>from taipei, with love</title><content type='html'>ok, been procrastinating over tis for quite a few days already. so i shall blog abt my 4D3N trip to taiwan now.. pictures will be up soon. i promise. anyway, tis entry will be v v long. bcoz its my adventures over a 96 hr period. i'll try to make it interesting though. n yes, i noe my darling h=sis hv been advertising on my tagboard to say tt her's hv pics uploaded already. but her posts r so v v v short!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we flew budget!! yeap, took the discounted &lt;i&gt;jetstar asia's&lt;/i&gt; airbus to the city of taipei. it was honestly, one of the best aeroplane trips i hv taken ever. instead of breaking apart n falling into pieces during take-off like i expected, the flight was strangely smooth, the air stewardess although not as pretty n statuesque as singapore airline's flight attendents, were v friendly n helpful. the seats r leather n apparently had osim's latest accupuncture technology to relieve headaches n jetlag. despite not having personal tv n gaming consoles tt can be found in major carriers, they provided TODAY newspaper to help us pass time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno izzit bcoz the seats were leather or bcoz they did not serve food on board, u alight frm the aircraft w/o smelling funny like always. the cabin, although smaller then the usual boeing size, is far frm claustrophobic n in fact, sorta cozy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peanuts, drinks n snacks hv to be purchased. tis helps u not to over-eat n thus, not alight feeling nauseous n bloated. (btw, &lt;i&gt;jj d'jus&lt;/i&gt; orange n calamansi sucks!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upon reaching taiwan's &lt;i&gt;chiang kai-shek international airport&lt;/i&gt;, we were greeted wif yellow lights, low ceilings n unfriendly airport staff. a far cry frm changi's standard. there was no 'wecome to taiwan' signboards. no flowers, no carpets. juz glass, metal n edgy wrds. wat a dampener!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met our chauffeur who drove us to our hotel in the ximen district. on our journey to the &lt;i&gt;rich garden hotel&lt;/i&gt;, we drove along v long expressways which were poorly lit by street lamps. the bulk of the lighting came frm car headlights n reflective 'cat eyes' along the side of the rd. there was oso horrible traffic jams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in s'pore, we hv the erp (electronic rd pricing) to regulate cbd (central business district) traffic. over there, they hv maunually-manned &lt;i&gt;toll booths&lt;/i&gt; collecting money to fund highway maintenance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we finally arrived at the hotel, we were greeted hospitably in a warm n quaint lobby. the staff personally brought us to our rms, gave us maps n spared no expense at making us comfortable. mommy, daddy n bri took the 2nd floor rm. alisa, trix n me triple-shared the 3rd floor rm. although tis hotel is not some grand hotel. acutally, i tink its juz &lt;i&gt;3-star&lt;/i&gt;. the furniture is pure rosewood, we had free internet connection n almost 72 cable channels! other then the movie chnls (eg. HBO) the rest was in chi. even disney!! imagine zack n cody in chi?!?! oh the horror!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hotel being juz a 5min walk frm the ximending shopping district, its convenient but not noisy.. nice. but the bed was higher n springier then the one i'm used to at hm. so it wasn't really comfy to slp on. trix n alisa shared a double bed n i took the single one. which means everytime i turn, the bed bounces! being paranoid singaporeans tt we were, we even took the pains to drag heavy rosewood chairs to block the doors when we slept. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft settling down, we took a night-time trek to the bustling nightlife taiwan has to offer. &lt;i&gt;ximending&lt;/i&gt;, although renowned for its teenage suitability, its not of orchard rd standard. prob juz abt bugis quality. n some of the clothing resembles 'this fashion' patterns.. omg. but the sheer awesomeness of the city vibe was omni-present (def: present everywhere simultaneously).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flashing neon lights covered every building. moving adverts n celebrity endorsed billboards screamed "look-at-me" frm every available wall n pillar. god, they even printed rainie's face on the floor n sell clothes similar to those worn by singers in their mvs! tts how madly star-crazy they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another interesting pt in tis teenage hideout was the presence of &lt;i&gt;clocks&lt;/i&gt;. be it digital or analog. everytime u look up, u'll be able to see the time. in fact juz outside the mrt station, 4 clocks frm the 4 surrounding buildings vie for ur attention. if i lived here, i wun be able to use "i forgot the time" as an excuse for breaking curfew le. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but stuff there r all pretty cheap. so technically, u can call it &lt;i&gt;bargain haven&lt;/i&gt;. earrings for S$1 n latest cds for only S$12.. n they give u loads of freebies. i tink its coz they get to save on freight charges since the celebs come frm taiwan anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the IN thing there is &lt;i&gt;knee-high socks&lt;/i&gt;, mini skirt or pants for girls n hip-hop or bball wear for guys. n their hair r jet-black in colour.. so jap style. btw, bball is HUGE there. its the &lt;u&gt;yao-ming influence&lt;/u&gt;. haha. their selection of bballs n bball shoes is even greater then the common jogging attire. n bball throwing machines (the arcade sort) can be found everywhere. even inside sports retail shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 7-eleven n convenience stalls r all cutesy cute. pinky packaging, bright colours n celeb faces cover loads of products! only, they dun hv our slurpee machines n hot products. i guess its coz the street food (eg. chou tofu (fermented beancurd) n oyster meesua) r much tastier n easily available in all hrs of the nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sanrio, disney n lolita shops can be found along any street. &lt;i&gt;bimbotic gds&lt;/i&gt; like glittery or gem-stone covered notebooks, furry pencils, hello kitty erasers, pinki-fied clothes r hot buys. tis is barbie heaven man. haha. i pratically went screaming into every shop. oops. *blushes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there r oso some stuff tt can't be found in s'pore. &lt;i&gt;bubble tea&lt;/i&gt; comes in 2 sizes. 500cc n 700cc. even the pearls come in standard n miniature form. n the chewiness is perfect! did i mention, they still shake ur bubble tea for u so its all frothy n nice! such a pity they had no strawberry flavoured milk tea. bahx. there r oso whole shops n alleyways dedicated solely to turn-turn n kiap-kiap machines. haha. [dun understand? wait for the pics!!!] its so super-duper kawaii n there r loads of tofu man products. so many tt jj wld go insane wif delight! they r also v into self-indulgent neoprint booths. only here, there r movable seats n funny props to add to ur wacky moments! cute cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first meal we had in tis new country was at tis cute eggy restaurant, &lt;i&gt;tamago yo&lt;/i&gt;. everything here is smoothered in egg. urggh, tink of the cholesterol lvl! ting will faint! haha. the food is ok only lah, barely passable but the cuteness of all its 4 storeys more then make-up for the food standard. they hv doll-hse sorta furniture, kiddy-looking meals n pretty waitresses. it was oso here tt i had my first paiseh moment. who ask them to print their menu in freaking &lt;u&gt;CHINESE&lt;/u&gt;! misread mei gui (rose) soda for cao mei (strawberry) soda. i muz be deprieved coz i even insisted i was correct when the waitress "huh" me. much to my higher-chinese taking sisters' suaning delight. geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in all their chinese 'pro-ness' i declare them a language-ist (aft racist n sexist)! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopped a little then went back to the hotel to watch &lt;i&gt;doomsdayer&lt;/i&gt;, a really nice spy show. n yup, its in eng. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s (everyone here has tt china-doll fringe. so i'm not tt out of place afterall. in fact, i'm in vogue! haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up to buffet breakfast. yummy. tis time, we shopped on the rd opp ximending. n gosh, its the direct opp of the hipness of ximending. the shops here r more aunty but we bought loads of makan stuff frm the supermarket n local tidbits frm the street market tt strangely resembled bugis street. only here, motorbikes r zooming around u. which makes shopping one dangerous exercise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the things r kinda gross. coz the govt is v hands-off, selling raw food among cooked food is soo common. but even more unhygenic is tt fish n pork is sold frm the same booth which happens to be selling clothes too. imagine, a chunk of raw, red pork hanging between racks of cloth. gross can?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft tt, we took the &lt;i&gt;jie yun&lt;/i&gt; (mrt) to taipei city hall. mrt there is v diff frm s'pore. ppl queue up orderly (1 line!) to get in. n if the carriage is full, they do not push or shuffle but juz get back in line for the nxt train. the eats r oso L-shaped leh. so gd for cam-whoring n gossiping lah. :P they oso abide by the 'keep-to-the-right' rule on escalators strictly - even during rush hr. also, instead of saying 1 min before train arrival, they count down in terms of 5 sec. so u can pace ur running. so cute rite?? also, their entry is not automatic n u gotta push (or rather wrestle) ur way onto the platform. they oso got stars like F.I.R to record their mrt messages like "pls do not eat on the platform", etc. they r really star-obsessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we proceeded to walk to taipei 101 coz we missed the free shuttle bus. before we reached taipei 101, we walked through tis &lt;i&gt;3-in-1 shopping centre&lt;/i&gt;. its actually 3 seperate shopping centres linked by tunnels n bridges. it is tis tt is of orchard standard. wif brands like prada, gucci taking up big shop spaces. there was oso a &lt;i&gt;warner village&lt;/i&gt; tt is waaay bigger then cineleisure. the place was sprawling. but the things here juz screams expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had lunch at tis korean restaurant. set meals for NT$180 only. slurp. i now feel closer to hyun bin. *drools* haha. n another cool thing here is tt ppl can bring their dogs into the shopping complex provided the dogs r in doggy carriers. unique ba? we oso went to hv haagen daz dessert! their menu n flavours is much more extensive then s'pore. watermelon n honeydew flavours oso hv leh. haha. n instead of juz choc fondue, they hv cheese n yoghurt fondue too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was here tt i quarelled wif mommy. her mouth really cannot stop moving. 24/7 yak yak yak. frm s'pore to taiwan, across oceans, she is still tt same old naggy person. zzzzzzzzzzzzzz. muz really master the art of selective listening to automatically switch off when she starts her daily routine of 'singing'.. cmi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we continued walking towards &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Taipei_101/"&gt; taipei 101&lt;/a&gt; - the tallest building in the world. n its earthquake proof! amazing. there r many boutique shops like walt disney, mango, anna sui n playboy! ya.. the clothes n bags r totally cool. but prices range around the hundreds. cher n loti muz be sooo envious. haha. aft tis, we went to taipei's financial district. to meet aunty jennifer n her son joseph. he is so super-duper cute. n he is absolutely smitten by me. lol. haha. (dun believe? wait for the pic n weep man!) lalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she brought us up to &lt;i&gt;amex taiwan hq&lt;/i&gt; so mommy can visit her collegues. if the s'pore dealing rm was big, tis wld be considered huge. the sheer size of manpower is overwhelming. no wonder mommy n uncle jason always tell me to nv wrk for local banks coz its only these foreign banks tt can give u bigger n greener pastures n opportunities. i wanna be like mommy. i wanna wrk in new york n all over the world. ok, i'm digressing. back to my hol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aunty jennifer treated us to &lt;i&gt;he feng zhong guo cai&lt;/i&gt;, tis apparently famous chinese restaurant. n i tried authentic prune juice. yucks. but the dishes were ever so delicious. as usual, the host will order alot alot of dishes. much more then we cld ever finish so alot was wasted.. but i guess its juz a show of generousity. anyway, i was too busy swooning in the cuteness of joseph. his eyes r juz soo dazzling. haha. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft dinner, we cabbed down to &lt;i&gt;miramar&lt;/i&gt;. one of the tallest ferris wheels available today. taxi fares start at NT$70 n jumps by NT$5. it took NT$125 to get there. we paid NT$150 each wif us four kids sitting in one ferris wheel carriage while mommy n daddy had some private time in their own air-conditioned carriage. there was merry-go-rounds, bubbles n a live band down below. one wrd: &lt;u&gt;romantic&lt;/u&gt;. they even hv private alcoves (def: secluded structures) for couples. when u see how they juz sit n stare into each other's eyes, hands entwined but yet not straying, no hankey-pankey. its juz so sweet. *gushes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on our way back, we were too exhausted to take public transport anymore so we hitched 2 cabs. can't possibly squeeze a family of 6 into 1 taxi ba. anyway, we were ripped-off. the uncle brought us round n round. even when we corrected him, he insisted the price wun differ by much. my foot lor. not all tourists r stupid can?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went back to ximen area n tried out &lt;i&gt;snow ice&lt;/i&gt; for NT$100. something like ice-kachang. but smoother n hv real fruits n milk covering it. 2 shops were fighting for our biz. tis m'sian guy was trying to use our countries' proximity to convince us to eat at his up-scale looking shop, black wif hanging lights. v chic can. then tis another taiwan girl was bugging us to enter her grafitti-adorned but cheery shop. we chose the latter coz it was packed! tt means they muz be gd rite? haha. typical singaporeans. tsk tsk tsk. trix n alisa shared a &lt;i&gt;qing ren xue hua&lt;/i&gt; (lover's snow flake) its more pricey but much lovelier n who can not go gaga over the name? anyway, decided to be adventurous n try &lt;i&gt;bittergourd juice&lt;/i&gt;.. the bittergourds were big n WHITE! its ultra bitter btw. well, juz as i was enjoying the experience thoroughly. i received smses concerning camp. haiz.. forcefully brought back to reality, filled wif responsibilites n commitments. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was deadtired by the time we returned to our rm. n i took a long &lt;i&gt;bubble bath&lt;/i&gt;. haha. sorry meis for taking so long. it was only in the tub did i realise taipei's water is &lt;u&gt;blue&lt;/u&gt;. it looks normal until u contrast it wif the whiteness of the bathtub. shows how much chlorine they need to use to make their water safe. thank god s'pore is not like tt. phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took the &lt;i&gt;railway&lt;/i&gt;. yup yup. huo ce, the one tt runs on coal n produces smoke. haha. took it out to the outskirts of taipei. visited &lt;i&gt;song shan&lt;/i&gt; for &lt;u&gt;wufenpu&lt;/u&gt;, warehouse sales at wholesale prices. the things r cheap but looks cheap too. bahx. n daddy actually said they r designer. define 'designer'??? except the children clothes which r so utterly adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like all the street shopping area we visited, shopping is dangerous bcoz of reckless teenage motorbikers. they wun stop or slow down when they see u. those jerks hv the cheek to accelerate. they r soo gonna kill someone one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we tried liang mian (cold noodles served wif salt, wasabi n cucumber) at tis rd side stall. kinda nice but the wasabi was killer. they mix it wif water n almost poured a ladle full of it over each of our plates!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft tt, we moved on to &lt;i&gt;danshui&lt;/i&gt;. the seaside wif wonderful scenery. perfect for lovers to watch the sun set.. bought the bulk of my souveniers frm here. my fav place of all.. =D tasted &lt;u&gt;2 foot tall ice-cream&lt;/u&gt; tt was more ice than cream watched the idyllic (def: charming n rustic) lifestyle of the fishermen in their sanpans, artists painting potraits, quaint little shops doing honest business n of course a huge population of cute guys. i bet its the fresh oxygen tt makes then so drop-deap gorgeous. like the chou tofu seller. izzit the smelly fumes tt make him all the more gd looking? haha. deep breaths everyone!! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dinner at &lt;i&gt;ah gei&lt;/i&gt;, another famous food. its vermicelli (tung-hoon) wrapped in tofu n meat wrapped in fishballs! aft tt, we moved on the the ultra popular n happening &lt;i&gt;shilin night market&lt;/i&gt;. it was packed but its here tt the real bargaining takes place. bought lots of clothes n suprisingly, their fake gds look somewhat real!! soon, it started to rain n we had to make our way back to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 4&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up later for a last breakfast. packed up n went for a last jalan around ximending. n coz there was no need to keep any more of taiwan's currency, we really went all out n spulrged. mommy bought soo many clothes. even a trenchcoat. it was cool but a trenchcoat in s'pore? haha. we took &lt;i&gt;neoprints&lt;/i&gt; (lousy quality for expensive price!!) turned out alot of toy capsules n i tried out the &lt;i&gt;kiap kiap machines&lt;/i&gt;! i'm proud to announce tt i've a &lt;b&gt;100%&lt;/b&gt; record!! spent NT$20 on 2 tries n got 2 plushies! even won bri who pumped in hundreds of dollars n only got 1 successful attempt. its skill man, skill. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tried papaya milk. yummy.. n apparently, it helps boobs to grow. so bri shld not drink so much. haha. soon aft it really poured. n we had no umbrella. wat a bad end. so we found internet connection! instead of blogging like all my sis, i tagged all my darling's blogs.. see, instead of doing a once in a blue moon thing - like blog frm taiwan, i gave u all the honour of a tag frm taiwan. spread my joy ma. haha. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon aft, the chauffeur came to pick us up for the airport. bye bye taiwan, hello singapore. hello 'home-sweet-home'!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the trip back was much more fun. coz the 3 sisters played hangman n crapped alot. plus, there was tis couple making out juz in front. the guy is hot. abt 18 too.. but the girl was so-so only.. one guess, they lied to their parents tt they r on a sch trip so they can go overseas for a getaway rendezvous. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was mass sms when we touched down. juz 4hrs on the plane n i hv missed calls n smses. no wonder they say we cannot do w/o a hp in today's world anymore.. alisa was hilarious coz her hp was running low in batt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alisa: "come on baby, dun die on me.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cabbed hm then went out to the nearby 24 hr kopitiam for horfun supper coz trix needed to get acclimatised (def: to become acquainted) back to singapore. excuse to eat actually. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I LOVE SINGAPORE. HOME AT LAST!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-115779903173998170?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/115779903173998170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=115779903173998170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115779903173998170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115779903173998170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/09/from-taipei-with-love.html' title='from taipei, with love'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-115780014331135306</id><published>2006-09-09T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T19:54:28.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>interesting bits of taiwan</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;random facts:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ summer wif temp between 26-34 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;~ early sunrise (6am) early sunset (6pm)&lt;br /&gt;~ NT$:S$ conversation is 1:20.&lt;br /&gt;~ left-hand drive&lt;br /&gt;~ be careful of stray dogs. lots of them.&lt;br /&gt;~ buildings r all grey n depressing. even hms n shopping centres.&lt;br /&gt;~ daddy say its coz in earthquake regions, only certain sturdy materials can be used in the building process.&lt;br /&gt;~ taxi's r all privately owned. wif no body of control.&lt;br /&gt;~ the real gd food is all the xiao chi (street food)&lt;br /&gt;~ loads of scooters (they hv motorbike parking lots but no carparks!)&lt;br /&gt;~ shops take up alot of floors. even fastfood restaurants!&lt;br /&gt;~ students uniforms r emblazoned wif name n admin no.&lt;br /&gt;~ students called by no. (like in prison sia!)&lt;br /&gt;~ sch girls can wear skirt, culottes or trousers. guys sch uni is only in trousers.&lt;br /&gt;~ they can wear fancy shoes to sch but bags r standard - all boxy sch-branded sling.&lt;br /&gt;~ 80 sec to cross a small rd n 50 sec to cross a large intersection. how ironic. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;snippets frm the chua sister's conversations:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rolls around laughing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before departure:&lt;br /&gt;trixie to fren: i'm at the airport le. gonna migrate to canada. sorry i didn't tell u earlier coz i didn't wan u to come send me off. i cannot take a teary good bye.&lt;br /&gt;fren to trix: ur kidding me.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;alisa to fren: i'm migrating.&lt;br /&gt;fren to alisa: oh my goodness! (plus some other bits i can't really rmbr.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the jest is, trix is a bad liar. same storyline but her frens dun believe. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in taiwan (in rm 306):&lt;br /&gt;trix: i'm getting restless.&lt;br /&gt;trix: i tink i shld rest more. u noe? rest&lt;u&gt;LESS&lt;/u&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;alisa (who was trying to slp): all things start wif you (U).&lt;br /&gt;trixie (who was trying to prevent her frm sleeping): no, trixie starts wif T.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;trixie: i poke ur backside ar.&lt;br /&gt;alisa: i poke ur boobs!&lt;br /&gt;trixie: i got wear bra. so hv armour.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;alisa: tmr u eating croissant? (she pronounced as croSAINT)&lt;br /&gt;trixie: its croissant (she pronounced as croSONT) lah.&lt;br /&gt;trixie: u tink wat? hv croANGEL, croDEVIL ar?&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;alisa: i cannot slp wif light. so off it!&lt;br /&gt;trixie: i can.&lt;br /&gt;alisa: i get pissed ar?&lt;br /&gt;trixie: go toilet lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back home:&lt;br /&gt;mommy: wahh, ur treat ur frens so gd. how come i dun get gifts?&lt;br /&gt;3 girls: -silence-&lt;br /&gt;brian: my frens dun get kisses.&lt;br /&gt;trixie: wah, brian noe how to flirt le!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no wonder i always hear laughter in their rm at hm. they r such lame ppl. but damn funny can? still hv alot alot tt i cannot rmbr. if not, i tink can print joke bk le. sometimes, i mourn abt not being the only child. but at other times, i tink having a big family rocks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-115780014331135306?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/115780014331135306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=115780014331135306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115780014331135306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115780014331135306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/09/interesting-bits-of-taiwan.html' title='interesting bits of taiwan'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-115774554811576042</id><published>2006-09-09T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T13:02:54.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>loved and lost?</title><content type='html'>was having dinner wif my dearies. were talking abt guys as usual.. i mean, we were at pasir ris beach, juz aft sunset, at tis ultra romantic alfresco dining restaurant wif lovey-dovey couples, candlelights, love songs, the breeze n the sea. wat else cld we tok abt?!? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the sake of fun, we started ranking the perfect guy. the ideal man.&lt;br /&gt;frm the most to the least impt. rank: charisma, chemistry, wealth, physical appearance, sense of humour and intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;my ranking:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) chemistry (initial spark of mutual attraction)&lt;br /&gt;2) charisma&lt;br /&gt;3) sense of humour&lt;br /&gt;4) intelligence (for thought-provoking conversations)&lt;br /&gt;5) wealth&lt;br /&gt;6) looks (haha.. true hor!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;cher's ranking:&lt;/i&gt; (hints for her countless admirers!)&lt;br /&gt;1) charisma (cannot be devt!)&lt;br /&gt;2) sense of humour&lt;br /&gt;3) wealth (suprisingly not first? :P)&lt;br /&gt;4) looks&lt;br /&gt;5) intelligence (so clever for wat?)&lt;br /&gt;6) chemistry (initial lust n passion wun last)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ting's ranking:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) chemistry (first impression counts)&lt;br /&gt;2) charisma&lt;br /&gt;3) sense of humour&lt;br /&gt;4) looks&lt;br /&gt;5) wealth&lt;br /&gt;6) intelligence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, life wrks in funny n sometimes cruel ways. the more u wan n desire something, the more it'll not be urs. real happiness is being contented wif wat u hv.. although i dun really agree wif not going ahead to fight for one's own happiness, mayb its time to stop tinking n move on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-115774554811576042?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/115774554811576042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=115774554811576042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115774554811576042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115774554811576042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/09/loved-and-lost.html' title='loved and lost?'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-115734164041480270</id><published>2006-09-04T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T20:47:20.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>changi airport</title><content type='html'>hello!! guess where i am now?? haha. at &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;changi airport terminal 1 &lt;/span&gt;using the free internet access to blog my last entry before flying. jealous jealous?? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyah, mommy n daddy r juz lounging.. so luckily, we kids hv tis to entertain ourselves. who ever came up wif tis stupid idea of having to reach the airport 3hrs before take-off?? such a waste of time. bahx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juz had an ultra bo hua lunch.. who pays $9 for vegetarian?? or $8 for noodles? insane prices juz to cheat tourists man.. lolx. thanks to yuting n jessica for their lovely 'bon voyage' smses. u guys hv fun too k. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the camp committee who r prob having their meeting now, jia you jia you. cya when i get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;G&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;P&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;R&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; --&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;W&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joy sends her regards. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-115734164041480270?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/115734164041480270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=115734164041480270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115734164041480270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115734164041480270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/09/changi-airport.html' title='changi airport'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-115727393072196550</id><published>2006-09-03T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T02:28:22.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;tokyo&lt;/i&gt; is known as the city of the rising sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;australia&lt;/i&gt; is known as the country down under.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;taiwan&lt;/b&gt; is, uhhhhhh, the country of origin of mike he n other equally dishy male actors? *drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20hrs to my departure!! whee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thesaurus search for &lt;i&gt;VACATION&lt;/i&gt;: holiday; furlough; gone fishing; respite; sabbatical; jubilee; fete; requiescence&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-115727393072196550?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/115727393072196550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=115727393072196550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115727393072196550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115727393072196550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-holiday.html' title='my holiday'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-115725247869879220</id><published>2006-09-03T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T05:21:01.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping spree</title><content type='html'>was supposed to go job-hunting yesterday but unmotivated n lazy me, dragged ting on a shopping extravanganza instead! i hv a love-hate realationship for the starting days of the mth. love bcoz, my wallet is literally heavier n fatter wif a whole new chunk of allowance. hate bcoz, i'll spend, splurge n throw money away like there's no tmr.. haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;withdrew $100 for yesterday. n it was still not enough. having to nets a couple other items. such poor self-discipline i hv. tsk tsk tsk. gonna regret it in another wk. when i realise i hv insufficient funds to tide through the remaining days of sep.. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the office at raffles place was soo super sweet. when i called to cancel my interview, they offered to call me a back in a couple of days to see if i had changed my mind. oh shucks, now i feel bad abt standing them up. oh wells, wat can beat shopping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got tokens of friendship for ting. MATCHING KEYCHAINS! so adorable. hv light somemore, haahaa. when ting left for wrk, i had another cake at v8 - chocolate cheese - while waiting for cher, the late queen. fattening fattening. then we shopped somemore, n i bought somemore. but i got tt nice gold bag frm zinc which i liked so much. haha. so bling lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, ting n cher better patch soon. as well as xinyu n maz or szerui (honestly, ur fight so many times until i forget the recent one is wif who. hurhurhur!). if not &lt;u&gt;no&lt;/u&gt; souveniers for ur. haha. i mean it!!!! shake hands n make up, hurry hurry. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw cher, thanks for ur lovely idea of a farewell dinner tonight. although i noe u wanna celebrate my departure u little devil, i dun tink i can make it lah.. need to be at the airport by really early tmr.. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went wif mommy to tm then raffles city shopping centre juz to hunt for new shoes. seriously, how diff can buying a shoe be?? anyway, popped by to suprise jessica in robinson n got to eat chocs. yummy yummy. gonna miss u girl. one wk w/o msn.. it'll be like cold turkey treatment!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n horror upon horrors! i cut my fringe. yes, by myself. now its a horizontal straight line, waaay above my eyebrows. ok, mayb i'm exaggerating but it is hideous. so awful tt i'll look worse in pics then i already do. i shld get a lousy cam. so i'll look at least halfway decent in blurry shots. grrrrrrrrr. n mommy juz bought a new cam frm the expo IT fair. wtf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrd of the day: kismet&lt;br /&gt;definition: fate, destiny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-115725247869879220?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/115725247869879220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=115725247869879220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115725247869879220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115725247869879220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/09/shopping-spree.html' title='shopping spree'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-115727541739667081</id><published>2006-09-03T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T02:24:12.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>miss veronica tan</title><content type='html'>according to xinyu who went back to damai for teacher's day, miss tan can no longer rmbr her.. haiz.. i wonder if she wld still rmbr me. although its highly possible i'm juz another passing student n tt there will no longer be any special memory left, she was indeed my fav teacher. n it hurts tt she cld hv forgotten me. well, she can still rmbr haz, maz n gz.. wonder how can she forget xinyu.. the one who always shout "CHER.." when her register no. gets drawn out frm miss tan's ginko nut stash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, its true. miss tan writes our register nos on ginko nuts n picks random nos to ans qns. suay suay, xinyu's no. 13 always kenna. haha. still miss her lessons alot. sure hope she hasn't forgotten me yet. *prays* haha. i really shld hv gone back. :( miss veronica tan, my motivation for the eng subject!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, in order to prevent my standard of eng to fall even further then it has already dropped, i shall hv a 'wrd of the day' section in every entry. hehe. till i grow tired of it of course. if i can't find a fascinating enough wrd for tt day, i wld hv a thesaurus column. haha. i really hv no life. i get excited juz tinking abt tis revamp. haha. dots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-115727541739667081?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/115727541739667081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=115727541739667081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115727541739667081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115727541739667081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/09/miss-veronica-tan.html' title='miss veronica tan'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-115711759782819705</id><published>2006-09-01T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T06:33:18.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>busy busy</title><content type='html'>went job hunting wif ting. walked almost the whole of tanjong pager.. now leg pain pain.. hv blister leh. ouch. found tis rather cute nail salon. v victorian, wif high ceilings, white furniture n big windows. its on top of a shop house near chinatown too. n tt ups it's cute factor!! haha. muz bring mommy someday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft all tt walking, still hv tennis. poor feet. haha. so indulged in strawberry smoothie. yummy. they even frosted my glass. so chic can. :P n mommy cooked curry today!!!! its a BIG deal coz my mommy nv enters the kitchen. haha. somehow, food cooked by mommy dearest seems extra savory. slurp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was sorta down.. like no mood to tok or joke around. sorry ting. i promise i'll keep yakking away tmr. so much till u'll wish i shaddup. haha. to cherlyn, u promise farewell dinner on sunday de hor. dun break promises k? will celebrate ur end of exams wif u aft i return. *hook pinkies*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now gotta go pack my luggage. &lt;i&gt;taiwan, here i come!!!&lt;/i&gt; lucky my &lt;u&gt;da yi ma&lt;/u&gt; ending le. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY TEACHER'S DAY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-115711759782819705?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/115711759782819705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=115711759782819705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115711759782819705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115711759782819705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/09/busy-busy.html' title='busy busy'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-115703822266527169</id><published>2006-08-31T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T08:45:24.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kbox</title><content type='html'>hmm.. its supposed to be teacher's day celebrations today. but coz like my clique not going back damai n i woke up really late, so there's really no pt. since i'll prob only wish miss veronica tan.. tts if she can still rmbr me. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met khangjing on the bus. omg!! haven seen her in ages... we muz meet up sometime yeah? then got to see her fren, shizhen or something. who noes me frm tns! the world is so so small. i shall attempt to rmbr how she looked liked then. will find some way to recall. haha. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was all boring till the afternoon coz i went singing wif jiawei, jessica n xueqin!! yeah!!! marina sq the kboz rm is damn nice can. hv comfy sofas, nice lighting n 2 tvs!! better then kster but the price oso v much "nicer" haha. we sang songs wif CAT in them to kajiao jess - dunno why cyndi n angela zhang mvs all like to hv cats. n cats tt r not even cute too! we oso made jiawei sing zhou jie lun's songs.. as well as songs of jay's multiple gfs! oso, they r a new grp of ppl who like to sing w/o the singer's accompanying voice. sure can click wif ting ting de. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was such a blast. talked crapped, cracked lame jokes n teased each other the whole day!! such a pity we didn't hv much time. nxt time we start hanging out frm morn k? haha. yupz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft dinner, we went down to expo, comex 2006, to visit santoso, michelle n zest. didn't get to see michelle though. came hm wif zest n frens. sorry jess dear... n mommy is now soo engrossed in some drama serial tt she nv notice i'm back past curfew! whee~ i keep getting away wif coming hm late. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-115703822266527169?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/115703822266527169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=115703822266527169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115703822266527169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115703822266527169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/08/kbox.html' title='kbox'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-115693068285630573</id><published>2006-08-30T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T09:35:05.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>on a brighter note</title><content type='html'>sushi class!!! met eric at kovan mac n headed to tis hdb flat to make sushi!! it was loads of fun. n my sushi looked edible!! in fact, it is!! haha.. i've juz succeeded in changing tt misconception tt i can't cook! lalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tt da shao ye, eric, cooked his first egg, washed his first bowl n wiped his first table! haha. all the while exclaiming, "i shld get my maid down here!" haha. then the instructor was soo taken by him. praising everything he did, even though his sushi roll burst open!! she oso kept taking his pic. pls lah, me n him sharing one table. its soo obvious she's only taking him. n he soo thick-skin can. kept saying, "older girls tend to like me alot" n "aiyah, i shld hv worn contacts." he oso treat the hse like his lah. walk around, sit on sofa, go see balcony. haha.. so bu ke qi! n now he is saying tt his sushi is nicer then mine. hrmpf!!! fine, some ppl can go clubbing n i can't. not legally at least...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n we forgot to bring back those sushi apparatus.. i tink we were juz soo obsessed over the fact tt we made something edible out of nothing!!! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;this para was &lt;b&gt;DRAFTED!&lt;/b&gt; on 31st aug, 11.13pm.&lt;br /&gt;coz it brought unneccessary qns. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sushi is popular!! i had to stop bri frm taking seconds! haha. so EARTH POON, i dun need practise for it to be fit for u to makan. haha. i wan the recipe for coke-clad chicken~~~ :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY 18TH BDAE YINGJIE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-115693068285630573?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/115693068285630573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=115693068285630573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115693068285630573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115693068285630573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/08/on-brighter-note.html' title='on a brighter note'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-115687726997841743</id><published>2006-08-30T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T19:46:27.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the reversal</title><content type='html'>juz a couple of days ago, i experienced a bad day turning gd. today, its kinda like deja-vu. only, the opp kinda deja-vu. it was a gd day turn bad. n tis time, its bad bad. as in so bad tt even till now, the bad has yet to be resolved. ppl who read my blog prob tink i'm tis pessimistic girl who tinks my whole life revolves around sadness n death. even ting say's i'm like ultra sian tis few days. hmm. i wanna be happy. i shld start listening to zhang hui mei's "wo yao kuai le" more often. afterall, i did promise someone tt i'll live up to my name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met zest on bus 19, came to sch to man the shop@moberly. today was the &lt;i&gt;moberly block soft launch&lt;/i&gt;. i really like the place.. like colonial bungalow wif rustic charm. but yet, bright n airy.. really modern wif latest facilities n air-conditioning! it has 2 ktv rms (can sit 20 ppl v comfortably n hv beanbags tt look like snooker balls! cute~), 2 jamming studios, 2 meeting rms, a dance studio, massage chairs, a cafe, huge 42-inch plasma tvs, bbq pits, pool tables, table soccer, lan gaming studio, 24-hr study rm, landscaped garden wif water featuers (tink of botanic gardens) n open-concept bathrooms (like the zoo!)... the perfect student lounge!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we even got to watch a sneak preview of &lt;b&gt;SUPERSTAR: THE MUSICAL&lt;/b&gt;. its awesome.. but i dun tink i wanna spend $$ to go watch ba.. *hint: who wanna treat?* lolx. aft tt, went saa to pack back the excess stock. went wif zest n michelle to play a little pool (free for today!!) before heading to heeren to meet jessica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the sushi darling!! haha. went for make-up cls which was quite fun other then some worrying smses i received throughout. i love shisedo products! n they plucked my eyebrows. hehe. anyway, i shld hv gotten an inkling tt my otherwise perfect day was going awry. needless to say, its camp stuff again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;throughout shopping, dinner, neoprints n cam-whoring, i was thinking abt the bloody ec 2006. i had soo much hopes for it. all the effort, all the late nites, all the trips back to sch during the hol. there's now a possibility of it coming to a nought. i wan it to succeed.. so so badly. but lack of commitment among the committee, lack of order n discipline plus a thousand other reasons.. tis cld well be the yr's biggest flop. but bcoz i promised xueqin n wif jess's support, i wun let go. wun juz watch it fall. i can n i must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hv too much to handle now to bother oso abt some psycopath. yes, i hv concluded he is one tweaked guy. who on earth calls using an unknown no. n goes, "i hv noticed u for quite a while. wanna go catch a movie?" n when questioned futher he says "i hv been watching u." yes i noe ur going out tmr." tts damn freaky. in fact it got me soo unnerved considering the mth it is now (7th mth) plus the fact tt its v late at nite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been reaching hm later n later tis few days. got hm at midnight. nv call n ignored 4 calls frm hm. i expected mommy to throw a fit n ground me forever!! but she was suprisingly nice n civil. yelled for 2 sec then told me to rest. daddy haven even bathe coz he tot he wld need to go fetch me. its so ironic tt i can still feel loved despite all these nonsense! haiz. i shld be comforted i guess...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-115687726997841743?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/115687726997841743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=115687726997841743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115687726997841743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115687726997841743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/08/reversal.html' title='the reversal'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-115677540712502633</id><published>2006-08-28T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T07:34:37.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nail class</title><content type='html'>had 'alluring nail' spdp today. met jess n had loads of fun!! there was a guy, jeremy, in the cls.. i tink he was there to 1) massage his gf's hand. 2) accompany his gf. 3) get disturbed by the instructor n the photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learnt some stuff like how to choose correct nail colour, how to file n suitable nail shapes. got to play wif acrylic paint n some nail designs. nice nice nice. haha. n we got flowers n loads of freebies. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft tt, went for camp meeting n got quite alot of stuff trashed out. games n logistics is all settled le. thanks so much to the exco. the meeting ended way later then expected n we went to walk the tentative nightwalk trek. hehe.. saw loads of places i noe existed but nv knew where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such as moberly block (sp's "orchard rd"), the staff restaurant, the kindergarten (supposedly haunted!) n BE's "caterpillar"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gerald dropped zest n i at commonwealth. waited for his fren then came hm in time for dinner. mommy was sooo pleased! haha. i like making my mom happy.. coz i feel happy too. hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-115677540712502633?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/115677540712502633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=115677540712502633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115677540712502633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115677540712502633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/08/nail-class.html' title='nail class'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483006.post-115670324626889524</id><published>2006-08-28T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T11:55:30.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so not me</title><content type='html'>being a girl sucks sometimes. true, u hv loads of advantages. sometimes, too much advantages. but tt irritating time of the mth erases all the said advantages n turn them into the negative extreme. esp when u hv a whole load of responsibilies to handle n stress levels keeps mounting. ordinary horrible mood swings become emotional outbursts too scary to imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did things i wld nv hv tot i wld do in a million yrs... all today n all within mins of each other. pms pms pms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;outburst no. 1:&lt;/b&gt; hung up the phone on ting.&lt;br /&gt;i nv, i repeat, nv, hang up even on my enemies. n i actually hung up on one of my most precious ppl ever?!?! i mean, i was pissed n all (meeting at 11am, she woke up at 11am.) but its not in my nature to hang up when someone is toking. furthermore, i didn't apologise. so shall do it here. so sorry ting ting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;outburst no. 2:&lt;/b&gt; cried on public transport.&lt;br /&gt;funny bit was, i prob looked like i got dumped. well, &lt;u&gt;NO&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;to all on tt mrt:&lt;/i&gt; i was not getting dumped/rejected whatsoever. save all those glances of sympathy lah.. its trival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;to ting:&lt;/i&gt; sorry again dearie. thanks for ur concern n those lovely candles. (looking at them now..) n for spending the whole of today brightening my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;to cher:&lt;/i&gt; thanks for caring twice today.. helped me through both outbursts.. love u loads... hope u feel better too. jia you n all the best for ur confirm A accs paper! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;to daddy:&lt;/i&gt; thanks for insisting on me bringing tissues. "how can a girl not hv tissues? take tis!" those came in handy while on tt mrt! hehe. n how cld i forget ur much needed transport hm?? love ya to bits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;to zhouxiang:&lt;/i&gt; thanks for nv failing to make me laugh wif ur corny "i-shoot-myself" jokes. ur lame. really. (i mean it in a nice n affectionate way.) haha. ur a nice guy. keep smiling yeah? glad to hear u won ur comp! keep it up. jia you jia you. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;to jessica:&lt;/i&gt; hey dear, thanks for ur pick-me-up smses. ur ability to make me forget unhappy stuff is amazing. lookin forward to tmr n our singing session. hehe. *cuddles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;to amir:&lt;/i&gt; thanks for asking aft me. thanks for coming back early. thanks again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;to xueqin:&lt;/i&gt; my fav senior.. thanks for the call n the v concerned msn chat. ur crapping really made my day. love u so much. cya tmr too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;to zest:&lt;/i&gt; thank u most of all.. thanks so much for bearing wif my ramblings. i dun really cry in front of guys.. ur the first n lets make tt the last. haha.. n ur concern n worrying abt me waaay aft the incident left me really touched. dun fret yeah? i'll live up to my name n turn out fine.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny start? well, i guess to understand, u gotta read on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up to go temple. supposed to morning call ting at 8am. but she nv pick my call. not once, not twice, not 20 times. pissed, i called her hm n demanded her bro drag her out of bed. aft shouting "zong yu ken ting dian hua le ar? ni hao yi si wor!" (for my non-chi readers, its "finally wanna ans call le ar?") i hung up. tt was &lt;u&gt;outburst 1&lt;/u&gt;. coz i hv nv ever hung up on someone before. no matter how much i dislike tt person. n ting was sooo apologetic. smsing me, saying "dui bu qi" (i'm sorry) countless of times, cutely offering to buy lunch n all. made me feel quite bad for being so unbearably rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the mrt to bedok to meet cher, mz n suyee, i was upset by my camp stuff. so for some reason, i cried while talking on the phone to zest. on public transport, surrounded by strangers at 12pm lunch rush-hr! i muz hv looked pathetic. like some weird girl who got dumped by her bf. how intensely embarassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made it to bedok in one piece. snifflingly on the tissue daddy shuffed n demanded me to bring. thank god for it. can't possibly ask a stranger for tissue paper rite? ting bought my fav! strawberry milk tea. n she even shook it, so it was all frothy n well-mixed to show how bad she felt. its ok lah, i forgive u le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while the rest studied, me n ting went chinatown for ktv! kster had members promo. buy at least one drink can sing till 9pm free. so we each ended up paying $8.50 n singing for 6hrs (3-9pm). for 2 ppl, tts a v long time.. we ended up singing some oldies like 1980 songs n even songs my F4!! oh, how yesteryear! sorethroat le lah... but singing really takes ur mind of all the probs of the real world. only the staff there really sucks n hv attitude prob! pls lah, chinatown hv kbox n partyworld too.. in order to stay ahead of competition, shldn't u hv better service?? at least smile back at us when we smile at u!! we r paying customers afterall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft singing, i bought another $10 worth of earrings. ahhh, my indulgence. so tt means i hv now finished spending all the extra money daddy snuck me... shhhh.. oh wells, i was feeling worse then crap today. n those money gave me higher spending power which contributed to making my day a lovely one ultimately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n ting ting v aunty can? ok, wrong.. she's juz well loved. tts why hv alot of freebies n me, being her fortunate fren, got to partake in her spoils of free gifts n discounts.. so can't actually complain lah. haha. ur an aunty like jj. whee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had dinner along the streets of chinatown. i had tis springy noodles tt was awesome. its called 'kolo' mee. they cooked it by submerging it in bubbling, boiling water n the nxt instant into icy water. do tt a couple of times n the noodles become v elastic. haha. nice. then tried the fab dessert at tis roadside stall. yummy yummy. mine was sweet n ting's was bitter. haha. &lt;i&gt;gui ling gao&lt;/i&gt; is bitter de ma.. tell her she dun believe. muz try for herself lor.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came hm aft dinner. was really late. morn le leh... n mommy had half a mind to not let daddy come pick me. how can?? its dark!! she can't let me walk hm alone.. haha. of course i noe mommy can't bear tt. so juz sweet-talk her lor.. once he had the green-light to pick his first-born who was 3hrs over curfew, daddy came faster then he ever did. (scared mommy change her mind ba. hehe.) in pjs n tiny slippers too... so touched. i love my daddy. coz he spoils me. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but mommy was nice too. she nv nag at all! juz told me to shower n sleep early. so i kinda feel bad abt typing tis entry under the shelter of my blanket so she wun discover tt i'm not yet asleep! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tis is a v long entry.. coz today was a really unique one. will rmbr it for yrs to come. oso, tis blog song is public affair by jessica simpson for all the ppl who hv asked me but i hv yet to reply. heard it today 5 times while roaming the streets. haha. didn't noe it was tt popular. i mean, i hv had it for ages liao. i noe, THEY ALL COPY ME! hah! shld be changing soon le lah. dun like songs tt r soo common n zx can't see tis skin. oh wells. soon lah. i promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to all who made an originally attrocious day a wonderful one. all ur concern n sincerity really overwhelmed me. some of u got to noe through other means.. but still, nv fail to let me noe u care. i love u all. *muacks*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483006-115670324626889524?l=me-on-impulse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/feeds/115670324626889524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483006&amp;postID=115670324626889524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115670324626889524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483006/posts/default/115670324626889524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-on-impulse.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-not-me.html' title='so not me'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955142407170784891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2UhZ_Obbs8/Sa4CNBpajjI/AAAAAAAAJFU/DdeB-QBsdjQ/S220/IMG_4263.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
