<?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-4135181791894569500</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:43:11.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life With Joyce</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135181791894569500/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycalicious.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774928680251151840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SEDaLSaeehI/AAAAAAAAAEo/5-yDS7f_Q-w/S220/DSC01156.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135181791894569500.post-1548323865277589504</id><published>2008-07-11T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T03:08:26.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playlist Shuffle List</title><content type='html'>The rules are:&lt;br /&gt;a. put your iTunes, Windows Media Player, etc on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;b. for each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;c. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN, NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.&lt;br /&gt;d. put any comments in brackets after the song name.&lt;br /&gt;e. put this on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If someone says, "Is this okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Tui Hou&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jay Chou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   means it's not ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How would you describe yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When You're Gone - Avril Lavigne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "when u walk away, i count the steps that u take,&lt;br /&gt;     do u see how much i need u right now?"&lt;br /&gt;      erm.. means ppl will miss me when i'm gone? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What do you like in a guy/girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Love My Fate - Janice Wei Lan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How do you feel today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 200 pound beauty soundtrack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I FEEL FAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your life’s purpose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All These Lives - Chris Daughtry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your motto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Love Somebody Like You - Keith Urban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What do your friends think of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Amitabha Mantra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I'M A NUN??? U GUYS THINK I'M SOME AVID MANTRA READER AR?!?!? wth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What do you think of your parents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qing Qing De - Jay Chou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     that is so untrue!!! i NEVER take my parents lightly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What do you think about very often?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Promiscuous Girl - Nelly Furtado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Oh. My. Gawd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What is 2+2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ju Hua Tai - Jay Chou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Owh.. how puzzling. is that how it goes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you think of your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Touch My Body - Mariah Carey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       HUH??? NO FCKING WAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What do you think of the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Wo Bu Pei - Jay Chou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Nooooooooooooo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Way You Look Tonight - Michael Buble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Does that mean i'm vain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;心亂如麻 - Janice Wei Lan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        huh? how does that relate to the question??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What do you think of when you see the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Zhen Yang - Penny Tai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        O.o''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What will you dance to at your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oi Dak Tai Ci - Leo Ku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       omg? a song like this for my wedding dance? no! NOT OVER MY DEAD BODY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What will they play at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With You - Rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        hmm... let's just believe that i'll forever be with my family and friends even though i've departed for a better place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What is your hobby/interest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zhong Gua Hua - SHE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        hahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!! ROFLMAO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What is your biggest fear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ai Yu Cheng - Leo Ku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Afraid of breaking up? who doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What is your biggest secret?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crocodile Rock - Elton John&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        okok... i love rockin' things up. isit so wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What do you think of your friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Humps - Black Eyed Peas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Means their as close to me like how close my humps are? ..... @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What will you post this as?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Track 17 of Yiruma's Love Hurts Album&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        No comment on this. *actually i dunno how to relate the answer to the question*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What song would you play during your first time having sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forever Love - Gary Barlow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       i got "ni de wei xiao-FIR" one the first try(doesnt count as i did the thing wrongly) redid the whole thing, and this time, this song is just perfect for the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i tag,&lt;br /&gt;a. ee lin&lt;br /&gt;b. shirley&lt;br /&gt;c. ann gie&lt;br /&gt;d. junie&lt;br /&gt;e. dominique ban&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135181791894569500-1548323865277589504?l=joycalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1548323865277589504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135181791894569500&amp;postID=1548323865277589504&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135181791894569500/posts/default/1548323865277589504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135181791894569500/posts/default/1548323865277589504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycalicious.blogspot.com/2008/07/playlist-shuffle-list.html' title='Playlist Shuffle List'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774928680251151840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SEDaLSaeehI/AAAAAAAAAEo/5-yDS7f_Q-w/S220/DSC01156.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135181791894569500.post-4696044135790788020</id><published>2008-07-11T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T00:20:39.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>argh!!!!!!! OMG</title><content type='html'>my hair sucks!!! omfg. i permed it and it looks so dam ugly!!!!!! shyt!! wrong decision!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my beautiful straight hair!! gone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the worst part? I SPENT RM 250 FOR THE HAIRDO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135181791894569500-4696044135790788020?l=joycalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4696044135790788020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135181791894569500&amp;postID=4696044135790788020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135181791894569500/posts/default/4696044135790788020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135181791894569500/posts/default/4696044135790788020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycalicious.blogspot.com/2008/07/argh-omg.html' title='argh!!!!!!! OMG'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774928680251151840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SEDaLSaeehI/AAAAAAAAAEo/5-yDS7f_Q-w/S220/DSC01156.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135181791894569500.post-5544833616354050866</id><published>2008-06-12T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T02:35:25.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remaining Birthday Celebration</title><content type='html'>after the celebration with ann gie and college friends in the revolving restaurant in city bayview, comes the real birthdate itself. i celebrated the 27th night together with CK, though at that time it seemed a little anticlimatic compared to the birthday celebration with the gang in college(probably bcoz the more the merrier?) but!! it was a nice and memorable birthday celebration too.. ^^ well, dinner was at Jopin(or Japin) in Queensbay Mall.. {i must take this opportunity to sae that we both will never ever go back to that restaurant ever again bcoz the food sucks} after dinner, we didnt go anywhere after that and went home bcoz someone planned something for me which.... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i ended up terkurung inside my computer room for an hour&lt;/span&gt; before 0000 hours. and guess what he did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SFDh0dq6TvI/AAAAAAAAAHI/kbEbUSQgNFA/s1600-h/26052008428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SFDh0dq6TvI/AAAAAAAAAHI/kbEbUSQgNFA/s400/26052008428.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210913060301721330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the crazy guy spent the one hour sticking those luminous stars on the ceiling of my bedroom. lol.. how wonderful! i remember that i did mention i never had any of those things before and now, my wish came true!! and i can make wishes anytime i want to now that i have my personal shooting star.  ^_^ and, those stars are lighting up my bedroom now, i wont feel so scared of the dark anymore. muuaacks darling~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SFDh07PzvxI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/nw9rfZD43XA/s1600-h/28052008430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SFDh07PzvxI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/nw9rfZD43XA/s400/28052008430.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210913068241108754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but before seeing the present he prepared for me, i was to blow out the candles on the tiramisu.. finished the cake after 4 days =.='' getting fatter n fatter as time goes by.. oh no!! need gam fei!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SFDh1dFhP0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/4RE7GCrX3CM/s1600-h/28052008439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SFDh1dFhP0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/4RE7GCrX3CM/s400/28052008439.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210913077324758850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;finally took a shot together. now that i look at myself clearly, i think i really need to diet =.= Even CK is thinner than me. why do i gain so much when i eat so little!! compared to the mountain of food CK consumes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;EVERYDAY&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt; gets fat =.= UNFAIR!!! T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the dinner in queensbay wasnt the initial plan actually.. we actually planned to go to Tao in Autocity for dinner, but since 27th is a weekday, and Ck has to work the next day, we decided to go during the weekends. no jams, no fuss, and we can enjoy our time without rushing. if we were to go during my birthdate itself, i cannot imagine the jam on the bridge at 7pm *shudders* no thanks! i wont spend my birthday cursing at jams and stressing myself up in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, after that 27th, comes the 28th. i met up with CK, Ban, Amy, and Mr. Ano at the Town Steamboat Bbq. sorry for the pictureless events at this paticular night, but amy has been trying to send me the pictures and msn seems to hate us, causing transfer errors all the time. and now, i don really give a shyt anymore on whether i get the pictures or not, thanks to msn and their sucky service. (over exaggerating a little, but kek khi tiao..) well, i didn treat them, but they still celebrate it with me! muacks them. so good ^_^ i think i don have to describe what i had there, as i assume most of us already have a fairly good idea of what the food is like. yea, the usual sizzle the meat or boil it to readiness sort of food. but it's what happened there that's really priceless. after the meal, we went to take scoops of ice cream and desserts(mainly ice cream most of the time) Upon seeing the rainbow-ish ice cream, an excited Mr Anonymous said "wow! look like paddlepop!" the following events goes like this ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ano    : Paddlepop!&lt;br /&gt;Me                : yea. looks like paddlepop icecream&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ano     : (singing the song) Paddlepop, whee!!&lt;br /&gt;                       Paddlepop, whoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;                      Super-duper-yummy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly heard a *whoosh*pang!!!* and turned to Mr Ano. all i can see is his hand holding the chopsticks but the person is no where to be seen. @.@ Mr Ano, upon completing the paddlepop song, is sitting on the floor, his chair skidded to god noes where. LOLOLOL!!!!! Ban, after taking the sight in, quickly turned to face me n CK. he was clearly trying not to laugh out loud. i was practically stunned and was trying so hard not to laugh myself too. amy had the (O.o) expression. HOWEVER!! our efforts to not laugh was simply destroyed when we turned to CK and saw him laughing his heads off. we all broke out in a non stop laughter(the kind where ur eyes get watery, and ur face color becomes a shade lighter than that of a tomato) well, Mr Ano shouldn have sat on two legs, as the floor there was quite oily. it's only natural for the two legs to skid and deliver ur cute bottom to the floor. luckily he wasn't badly hurt. i guess it was his pride that suffered.&lt;br /&gt;after all tat commotion, it was time to go back. and did i mention that one of us ate for free?? hahahah!! as Mr Ano was late upon arriving we only paid 4 person's share instead of 5. whee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the last bday dinner i had was at Tao, as i mentioned above. went there on a Sunday, and both of us ate to our heart's content there. the fruits was nice- i am guessing that they gave us top grade fruits so that we fill our stomache with it and wont be able to consume much of the main course. what a ploy!! but, that's just my guess. ok, of course i wasnt that stupid to eat too much fruit til i wont be able to enjoy the dishes there. as i already had pictures of the food from my visit there during Amy's Birthday, i didn take pictures of it this time. here are some of it ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SFI4KWGXsoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/xRdgVJPH2Jw/s1600-h/28032008452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SFI4KWGXsoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/xRdgVJPH2Jw/s400/28032008452.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211289469203231362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Buttered Fish&lt;/span&gt;, CK's favourite. if i can recall, he ate two pieces of this sweet and not to mention oily dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SFI4KgzWHwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/I1Mmxu6M5xY/s1600-h/28032008453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SFI4KgzWHwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/I1Mmxu6M5xY/s400/28032008453.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211289472076226306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; everyone's all time favourite!!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Grilled Salmon&lt;/span&gt;! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SFI4LMF1IdI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7lZHbJ111WQ/s1600-h/28032008457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SFI4LMF1IdI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7lZHbJ111WQ/s400/28032008457.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211289483696480722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Grilled Lamb&lt;/span&gt; was surprisingly tender and nice. though it's below par compared to the one i had in Chilli's or TGIF, but for a fusion restaurant to pull it off, not bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SFI4LQx3lEI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Z8Yez0GPCmU/s1600-h/28032008460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SFI4LQx3lEI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Z8Yez0GPCmU/s400/28032008460.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211289484954932290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Abalone&lt;/span&gt;!!! heck,the garnishing looks like it was made for kids. =.='' sprinkled colorful confetti on top of mayonaise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SFI4Lk0hetI/AAAAAAAAAIA/-l2VYOGkzlc/s1600-h/28032008456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SFI4Lk0hetI/AAAAAAAAAIA/-l2VYOGkzlc/s400/28032008456.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211289490334776018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Chawan Mushi&lt;/span&gt;!!!! served in cute cute cute cute CUUUUUUUUTE cups! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SFI7iMEPViI/AAAAAAAAAII/b9_AWQ1WXh8/s1600-h/28032008472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SFI7iMEPViI/AAAAAAAAAII/b9_AWQ1WXh8/s400/28032008472.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211293177361684002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;one of my favourites! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Salmon Papaya&lt;/span&gt;. who would have thought that salmon taste so nice together with papaya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SFI7iSu96VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Ca3Rnl1m7sM/s1600-h/28032008478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SFI7iSu96VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Ca3Rnl1m7sM/s400/28032008478.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211293179151509842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;another of my favourite.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Cheesy Crabmeat&lt;/span&gt; (if i'm not mistaken. forgot what the real name is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, there are other dishes, but the pictures were a little blur. those mentioned above are a must try. and of course, at the end of a dinner, there will be desserts!!!! namely, ICE CREAM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SFI7i0TVDnI/AAAAAAAAAIY/3E3fASLJBU8/s1600-h/28032008475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SFI7i0TVDnI/AAAAAAAAAIY/3E3fASLJBU8/s400/28032008475.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211293188162391666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the pistachio ice creams look nice in color, and taste just as nice too!! very aromatic and not so sweet. just perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, as i see it, my birthday celebrations lasted for a week!! woaaahh!! nice!! and i felt happy and thankful that i had so many friends to celebrate it with. only setback is that i cant celebrate it with my parents as they shd be the guest of honour. come to think of it, birthdays should be celebrated with parents. can u imagine how hard it is to bring u in this world and to raise u up from a baby to full grown adult? how dangerous it is(for the mother at childbirth)? how time consuming? how much work involved? how much money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all the celebrations, my life sort of took a anticlimatic turn. biasa la.. sure emo wat after being the spotlight of the week and then back to the normal daily routine of sleep, eat, computer and sleep again. i wish everyday's my birthday!!! T_T OK.. i'm starting to sound pathetic and selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, in case i continue rambling on about how i wish everyday was my birthday, i bid u guys Adieu! and Au Revoir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135181791894569500-5544833616354050866?l=joycalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5544833616354050866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135181791894569500&amp;postID=5544833616354050866&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135181791894569500/posts/default/5544833616354050866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135181791894569500/posts/default/5544833616354050866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycalicious.blogspot.com/2008/06/remaining-birthday-celebration.html' title='Remaining Birthday Celebration'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774928680251151840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SEDaLSaeehI/AAAAAAAAAEo/5-yDS7f_Q-w/S220/DSC01156.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SFDh0dq6TvI/AAAAAAAAAHI/kbEbUSQgNFA/s72-c/26052008428.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135181791894569500.post-1979324763262796631</id><published>2008-06-09T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T00:56:00.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry for the delay..</title><content type='html'>as i said.. really sorry for the delayed update. my friend hadnt sent me the pictures yet... =.= i'm not neglecting the post.. in fact, i have written the words of the next post already(halfway) just waiting to insert the pictures. haihz... *joyce is currently suffering from muscle aches and refuse to write anymore*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135181791894569500-1979324763262796631?l=joycalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1979324763262796631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135181791894569500&amp;postID=1979324763262796631&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135181791894569500/posts/default/1979324763262796631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135181791894569500/posts/default/1979324763262796631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycalicious.blogspot.com/2008/06/sorry-for-delay.html' title='sorry for the delay..'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774928680251151840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SEDaLSaeehI/AAAAAAAAAEo/5-yDS7f_Q-w/S220/DSC01156.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135181791894569500.post-2347850327380958954</id><published>2008-06-02T20:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T06:41:04.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday Bash....</title><content type='html'>..... and i hope i can remember what happened for the past one week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my birthday was celebrated first together with ann gie's birthday on the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24th of may&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. met up with my college friends :: ann gie, chen yi, junie, ee lin, shi huei, ying ying and zhu guan at gurney plaza to enjoy a movie together. well, we arrived early, so went to our favourite dine in spot, Kim Gary. haha.. i guess i will always think back to our memories there whenever i go to kim gary for a meal in the future. *emo emo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SES3xl4VLxI/AAAAAAAAAEw/mF-Ck6fzG2k/s1600-h/DSC03203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SES3xl4VLxI/AAAAAAAAAEw/mF-Ck6fzG2k/s400/DSC03203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207489131756990226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                     shi huei, ying, me &amp;amp; the ever cheeky chen yi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SES3yIFRT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/J0jOSZzcA9c/s1600-h/DSC03201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SES3yIFRT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/J0jOSZzcA9c/s400/DSC03201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207489140938067794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                           lurrrve this pic! ee lin &amp;amp; junie (guess whose fingers are they??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SES3zE9wn2I/AAAAAAAAAFA/ZLxGOjLmIKU/s1600-h/DSC03204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SES3zE9wn2I/AAAAAAAAAFA/ZLxGOjLmIKU/s400/DSC03204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207489157281128290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                               ee lin, junie, jocelyn (our surprise guest!) &amp;amp; ann gie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SES3zb3gWII/AAAAAAAAAFI/vkwmqj9tJdU/s1600-h/DSC03211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SES3zb3gWII/AAAAAAAAAFI/vkwmqj9tJdU/s400/DSC03211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207489163428911234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            okayy... chen yi seems to be harboring some sinister intent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SES6DHyfE_I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/h1Aal_ybkzk/s1600-h/DSC03207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SES6DHyfE_I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/h1Aal_ybkzk/s400/DSC03207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207491631940310002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                          true enough, she said something to provoke me. this is me lecturing her XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SES6DdlhR2I/AAAAAAAAAFY/gtkDAPQ7E28/s1600-h/DSC03212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SES6DdlhR2I/AAAAAAAAAFY/gtkDAPQ7E28/s400/DSC03212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207491637791508322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;well, even we look somewhat similar in this pic. looks like sisters hmm? ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we did enjoy our time in kim gary by chatting, sipping our drinks, and "zo-siao"-ing. but... DO NOT ever eat the fries there. below is the picture of it, compliments to chen yi's camera skills, but it doesnt taste as good as it looks. in fact, it's the opposite of good =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SEYvf0ioOGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/anjcCP8pCxM/s1600-h/DSC03215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SEYvf0ioOGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/anjcCP8pCxM/s400/DSC03215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207902242826893410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;u can see by the color of the fries that it's erm.. somewhat soggy? and looks like the chef &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;reused and reused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the oil to fry it. turns out the fried is not golden, but brownish black in color. =_= eew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the drinks at kim gary still remains the same though. still just as nice. ~lemon honey~ying yong~milo sha peng~ wheeee~~ yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after kim gary, we proceeded to the cinema for Indiana Jones... the show was great.. but ALIENS???? =.= ending wasn't of satisfactory level. i meant, it's freaking &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;EL-DORADO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! what we all remembered it to be was a city of gold!!! a city of eternal structures!! not a city of 'the-descend-of-aliens-gave-us-knowledge-unknown-to-all-mankind' oh well, it is fiction. so anything goes huh? still prefer the previous Indy shows. and did i mention grandpa Harrison Ford looks so old? but i have to commend him on his bravery of pulling off this famous series again at his age. he did a somewhat good performance overall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt a little &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;groggy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;after the show and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;lost my balance&lt;/span&gt;(thanks to the helpful small steps in the cinema at the back of my heels) and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;ALMOST FELL DOWN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Groggy + Heels + small steps = humpty dumpty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily chen yi was quick enough to grab hold of me. if she wasnt there, it would be quite an embarassing situation that i wouldnt wanna talk about =.=  so, i wanna thank chen yi for being my heroine of the day!! mwahs~~ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the movie, we proceeded to City Bayview. on the way out of gurney mall, a friend of mine, dominique, claimed that he saw me at the exit of Kelawai Road and waved at me like a madman, but i didnt notice. okay... i am very &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;VERY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;BLUR when i am driving. to the point of being ignorant of my surroundings. and all the more so when chen yi is in the car. she's enough as a distraction with all those singing and err.. non stop chattering. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;have to extend my thanks to Ann Gie. she treated all of us to dinner at revolving restaurant.. it was an experience! though i felt a little disorientated at first, coz i couldn't find my table after i went to the buffet table to grab the food. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SEYvgRvBCjI/AAAAAAAAAFo/SMVCKtvu8JQ/s1600-h/DSC03216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SEYvgRvBCjI/AAAAAAAAAFo/SMVCKtvu8JQ/s400/DSC03216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207902250663479858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the ever cute Ann Gie and Ee Lin. both cucu ku yang tersayang. Hoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SEZgD7SvEPI/AAAAAAAAAFw/fC6zK3VMfcI/s1600-h/DSC03224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SEZgD7SvEPI/AAAAAAAAAFw/fC6zK3VMfcI/s400/DSC03224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207955639672705266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is me getting all hyped up when i finally sat down with the food. wheeeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SEZgEd7fWpI/AAAAAAAAAF4/MW8Zr0Tj3KE/s1600-h/DSC03262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SEZgEd7fWpI/AAAAAAAAAF4/MW8Zr0Tj3KE/s400/DSC03262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207955648970447506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the three musketeers? or muskrats?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SEaH4J80YYI/AAAAAAAAAGY/nOCpLSdN_tQ/s1600-h/DSC03235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SEaH4J80YYI/AAAAAAAAAGY/nOCpLSdN_tQ/s400/DSC03235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207999417913991554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;okaay... i simply love this pic. cyi u look so cute!! ee lin shoo!! i wanna take a picture with cyi only!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SEZgEg6rzJI/AAAAAAAAAGA/FC0NXWLHeF4/s1600-h/DSC03236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SEZgEg6rzJI/AAAAAAAAAGA/FC0NXWLHeF4/s400/DSC03236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207955649772375186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;finally took a picture.. HEY!!! WHERE DID U COME FROM HAR!! bad ee lin &gt;.&lt;  &lt;a href="http://dominiqueban.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SEaOX3LjANI/AAAAAAAAAGg/mdiF1oTPFFQ/s1600-h/DSC03268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SEaOX3LjANI/AAAAAAAAAGg/mdiF1oTPFFQ/s400/DSC03268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208006559701074130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;here comes the cakie!!! ee lin's idea was brilliant. she and chen yi took various pieces of cakes from the buffet table and stuck the letters of HAPPY BIRTHDAY into it! look how cute and quaint it looks!! love it! simply brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SEZgFDSC0EI/AAAAAAAAAGI/AzQDX8AEQ7I/s400/DSC03269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207955658997157954" border="0" /&gt;chen yi... i love the effects of this picture. great job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SEZgFlZGTnI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/-MJDDWXcqsc/s1600-h/DSC03270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SEZgFlZGTnI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/-MJDDWXcqsc/s400/DSC03270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207955668153552498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the birthday gals!!! both May babies.. though i'm 3 years earlier. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SEaOYGlGArI/AAAAAAAAAGo/iAmLxtP-pSg/s1600-h/DSC03276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SEaOYGlGArI/AAAAAAAAAGo/iAmLxtP-pSg/s400/DSC03276.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208006563834757810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ann gie.. why do u look scared of the camera? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SEaOYWaOeVI/AAAAAAAAAGw/gvwrLmoK2Ns/s1600-h/DSC03307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SEaOYWaOeVI/AAAAAAAAAGw/gvwrLmoK2Ns/s400/DSC03307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208006568084142418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the card that they chose for me. obviously it's chen yi's brilliant idea.. I DO NOT HAVE WRINKLES. i may have it in the future, but it's still far away! grr!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SEaOY6SfWKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/jOslPAMn8TY/s1600-h/DSC03300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SEaOY6SfWKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/jOslPAMn8TY/s400/DSC03300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208006577715370146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;zhu guan, ying ying, and shi huei gave me this necklace. love it~ hmm.. but it reminds me of the maple cashy snow wand. ~.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SEaOZJkIW7I/AAAAAAAAAHA/UGlhc9TA-jQ/s1600-h/DSC03317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SEaOZJkIW7I/AAAAAAAAAHA/UGlhc9TA-jQ/s400/DSC03317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208006581815892914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my gifts! inside the Face Shop box is a mask (how typical.. chen yi, ee lin, ann gie and junie is trying to remind me that i'm old already and need the lifting mask! grrrr!) but! i love it none the less. it's a useful gift! since people say prevention is better than cure, so.. i shall start preventing my face sagging from now onwards &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were all full by the time we're done. it was such an enjoyable day for me. thanks to ann gie, and most of all, thanks to all my sincere college friends. my birthday celebration wouldn't be that amazing without u guys. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;friends for life, no matter where we end up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna post pictures of the food in city bayview here, but i think this post has gotten way too lengthy. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*cyi... u have officially infected me with the lengthy post syndrome*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and.. there's more to write on my bday celebration with CK and the gang. i'll leave that to the next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;au revoir~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135181791894569500-2347850327380958954?l=joycalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2347850327380958954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135181791894569500&amp;postID=2347850327380958954&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135181791894569500.post-1228543857157058709</id><published>2008-05-27T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T20:44:58.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bday Bash!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>okie... i feel obliged to blog about it, but i have to get through today first b4 blogging about the 3 days i celebrated my bday. and as chen yi did not send me the pictures yet, and i have yet to receive another set of bday pitures from CK who is currently working at this hour of the day, i really don have a lot to post here for this particular title.. and i am guessing more pictures will come from tonite's bbq steamboat with my other part of friends. so... will be updating much later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao~ cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Bash!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774928680251151840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SEDaLSaeehI/AAAAAAAAAEo/5-yDS7f_Q-w/S220/DSC01156.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135181791894569500.post-8168282793024871902</id><published>2008-05-21T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T01:10:44.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Thoughts Not Spoken</title><content type='html'>maybe i should just give up trying to advice people from jumping into the grave they dug themselves.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should just say have no opinions whatsoever and just be a dumb witted gal that says, "yeah, u are right. omg, u're like, so so smart!"(bimbo much?)&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should just shut the hell up and just nod at everything.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should just be the majority instead of the minority.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should just don care much about what's happening and let things rot as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . . . . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . . . . . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i shouldn act as myself and be someone else. guess it would be easier that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i shouldn't be posting this post, and why the bloody hell am i sitting here writing this thing anyway?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135181791894569500-8168282793024871902?l=joycalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8168282793024871902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135181791894569500&amp;postID=8168282793024871902&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135181791894569500/posts/default/8168282793024871902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135181791894569500/posts/default/8168282793024871902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycalicious.blogspot.com/2008/05/thoughts-not-spoken.html' title='The Thoughts Not Spoken'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774928680251151840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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evil in them. it's just up to us to act one which side, would we be good? or would we be bad? or are we the type that couldn't care less what people around us think or feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i care about what people think or feel. but i guess i'm vindictive at heart. i care for those who deserve it. step on my tail once, say sorry, i'm ok. but u do that too many times, i'm sure to snap back one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while all of us friends do get sarcastic with each other(and we all know perfectly that it's just for laughs), it is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NOT OK to be sarcastic all the time.&lt;/span&gt; when a person sincerely asks a question, they deserve to be answered with respect. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NOT to be treated with sarcasm&lt;/span&gt;. can u imagine, u sincerely ask a question to which u desperately need an answer for,  eg :: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"hey, why did the lecturer start the lectures so early?"&lt;/span&gt; only to be sarcastically answered back, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"it's not like u listen to the lectures anyway."  &lt;/span&gt;i don noe, once or twice is something to laugh about i guess. but all the time? the person asking the question would be fed up don u think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing which concerns me is that, some people are those kind that will just simply leave their life behind n start a new one. what i mean is that, there are people who could just simply forget about their friends, and leave them behind, then start to get to know new friends. i happen to know a friend who could do this. he just kinda slips away into some other state after our STPM and nobody heard where he went to. although we knew he had problems before that and try to help him, but he just slips further and further away. irresponsible and childish, no? but who are we to judge how he should live his life? a friend can only do so much to help. i guess we sorta forgot about him after that, since our help was not welcome. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm not a saint, i realise i do have my own faults. but all i noe is that, while i do complain about my life being boring, and hard, i do realise what i feel now is just a mere barrier compared to what i'm going to face in the future. career and relationships. i don think the hardships i have now can even be compared to what my parents went through last time. 23 years old is quite young still, and i have a lot more to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess this topic is a little controversial. but it's just a thought. don think too much about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135181791894569500-4907123750024378029?l=joycalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SEDaLSaeehI/AAAAAAAAAEo/5-yDS7f_Q-w/S220/DSC01156.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135181791894569500.post-5129705520872197399</id><published>2008-05-13T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T00:56:46.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;i cant help but marvel at mariah carey's songs... every album is good, if not good, then passable. her newest album, E=MC2 has some good songs, i think the most prominent one is :: Touch My Body. and, no, i'm not blogging about that song. i'm talking about :: Bye Bye. i guess this song is directed mainly to her grandparents,(could be deceased already, i'm not sure) lyrics are as follows::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;his is for my peoples who just lost somebody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; Your best friend, your baby, your man, or your lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; Put your hand way up high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; We will never say bye (no, no, no)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; Mamas, daddies, sisters, brothers, friends and cousins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; This is for my peoples who lost their grandmothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; Lift your head to the sky 'cause we will never say bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a child there were them times &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get it but you kept me in line &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know why you didn't show up sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; It's something more than saying "I miss you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when we talked too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All them grown folk things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Separation brings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; You never let me know it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never let it show because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You loved me and obviously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much more left to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were with me today face to face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; I never knew I could hurt like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everyday life goes on like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wish I could talk to you for awhile"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wish I could find a way try not to cry"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time goes by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And soon as you reach a better place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I'll give the whole world to see your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm right here next to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like you gone too soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing to do is say bye bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bye Bye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;[3x]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;And you never got the chance to see how good I've done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;And you never got to see me back at number one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you were here to celebrate together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that we could spend the holidays together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when you used to tuck me in at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the Teddy Bear you gave to me that I held so tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you were so strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you can make it through whatever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to accept the fact you're gone forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;This is for my peoples who just lost somebody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your best friend, your baby, your man, or your lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put your hand way up high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will never say bye (no, no, no)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamas, daddies, sisters, brothers, friends and cousins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for my peoples who lost their grandfather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lift your head to the sky 'cause we will never say bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;my maternal grandparents took care of me for about 3 years, from age 5 to 8. although it's a short time, but my bro and i was the apple of their eye. my brother used to follow my grandpa to "padang" to eat the laksa there. and my grandma? well, i remember being spoonfed at age 8. normally after lunch, grandpa will be sitting in his chair, enjoying an apple, cut by my 3-kim. and i will always be offered a piece of it. and while enjoying that piece of apple, i will relate my day at school to him, and he'll keep encouraging me. i was spoilt by them, i noe. but in the meantime, i learnt a lot from them too. i love my grandparents. i cried heaps when my grandpa died of colon cancer when i was 8. i still remember that emotion up til now. and i still have blurry vision as a result of tears building up when i talk about my grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that sooner or later my grandma will be gone too. and when the time comes, i hope this song will help me pull through that hard time. and i hope, when that time comes, i have the courage to say "bye bye"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135181791894569500-5129705520872197399?l=joycalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5129705520872197399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135181791894569500&amp;postID=5129705520872197399&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135181791894569500/posts/default/5129705520872197399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135181791894569500/posts/default/5129705520872197399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycalicious.blogspot.com/2008/05/bye-bye.html' title='Bye Bye'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774928680251151840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SEDaLSaeehI/AAAAAAAAAEo/5-yDS7f_Q-w/S220/DSC01156.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135181791894569500.post-5077263005679208868</id><published>2008-05-12T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T04:21:12.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ramblings.. and boredom..</title><content type='html'>just found out that boredom can lead to many problems. when u're bored, u tend to be a little cranky.. and tend to snap at others for whatever small reasons. especially if that reason is something that u hate. or something that makes u feel even more bored. my formula goes like this ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boredom&lt;br /&gt;+ no classes&lt;br /&gt;+ no part time work&lt;br /&gt;+ only 1 one-hour piano lessons every week&lt;br /&gt;= unhappy, cranky, grumpy boring Joyce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unless it's during the times i spent with "YOU". loving it every minute. if flies by so fast.. wish i could capture it and freeze time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. i miss my college friends. i wanna spend more time with them.. sob.. miss the times we made fun in class so much!! somehow.. problems do not seem to exist whenever i'm with them. we had so much fun. one thing about my college friends, i feel that they don expect much out of each other. and respect was always there. and when one has a problem, even though we don expect each other to help out, but we still do. somehow, we don feel pressured helping each other out. and birthdays are always celebrated, even though it's not on the bday gal/guy's tab. it's so nice thinking back to all the birthdays we had together.. we had so much fun.. miss each and everyone of u, chen yi, ann gie, junie, ee lin, ying, huei, ee lin, and not to forget zhu guan.. i guess without him, it's not going to be as fun as he's always the one cranking jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and chen yi is leaving for australia soon. gonna miss her heaps *cries silently* gonna miss the mountains on her face, and also the way her eyes shine when she sees food. (i admit i'm like that too.. though i wont show it in front of her =p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will still b seeing junie, ann gie, and ee lin more, since we all ended up in INTI together. as usual, we'll be helping each other out. i am so so thoroughly GLAD that we're in Degree together. saves the trouble of getting to understand new coursemates. aim for AUSTRALIA gals!! let's aim for that scholarship together!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"i fell in love with ur eyes, u noe? it never fails to fascinate me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;with a tender look in his eyes, the guy pauses, took the gal's face in his palms, and replied,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" i fell in love with you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;he had no idea what that did to the girl.. smiling mistily, almost close to crying, all she can do is hug him. expecting him to reply something else altogether, she never knew he could feel so much, what his eyes could reveal so much when he said those words. if there were any doubts before of his love towards her, the look in his eyes when he said those six words washed them away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;above was a part i took out of some novel i'm reading. and yes, it's a "ham sup" novel (courtesy to ban's nickname for most of the romance novels i bought)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;well... nothing else to write.. so gonna end this post. tata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135181791894569500-5077263005679208868?l=joycalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5077263005679208868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135181791894569500&amp;postID=5077263005679208868&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135181791894569500/posts/default/5077263005679208868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135181791894569500/posts/default/5077263005679208868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycalicious.blogspot.com/2008/05/ramblings-and-boredom.html' title='ramblings.. and boredom..'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774928680251151840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SEDaLSaeehI/AAAAAAAAAEo/5-yDS7f_Q-w/S220/DSC01156.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135181791894569500.post-571681090934199957</id><published>2008-03-16T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T20:39:04.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>start of a new life...</title><content type='html'>my degree has just started today, and disted never cease to dissapoint me. i called up 3 days ago to confirm with them on whether what to bring, and when does class commence.  i was informed that orientation starts today - monday, march 17 2008 at 9 am.. and u noe what? i think they FORGOT to mention that the orientation for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;DIPLOMA courses starts at 9AM&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;DEGREE courses starts at 2PM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . . .  speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was Marion herself ( the student administrative officer ) that told me that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily i was a bit of a slacker, and told my friend that i'll be reaching a bit later... and as i was about to leave the house at 9.10am,  junie called up and told me that it's at 2pm, not 9am. =.='' haih... after waking up, i couldn sleep back, so i ended up typing a blog here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but enough about that, i attended my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;nephew's 1st birthday&lt;/span&gt; ( my tang-che's son ) on saturday... and he was sooooooo cute!!! not to mention he's heavy.. and super active. here are some pictures of him ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/R93i6V52kaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/id0aHuoUfd8/s1600-h/15032008860.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/R93i6V52kaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/id0aHuoUfd8/s400/15032008860.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178544638486024610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Edison looking at the stuffed Tigger. Thinking, "What's that do?" i look funny in the picture. =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/R93inV52kZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sZFgqhrD8zg/s1600-h/15032008862.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/R93inV52kZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sZFgqhrD8zg/s400/15032008862.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178544312068510098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Camera gal took the picture too early... The little girl beside Edison looks like she is constipated. LOLZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/R93ial52kYI/AAAAAAAAAEE/02YCtgToR-A/s1600-h/15032008863.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/R93ial52kYI/AAAAAAAAAEE/02YCtgToR-A/s400/15032008863.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178544093025177986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha... he looks so cuute!! trying to kiss the gal? o.O natural born flirter. must be a heart breaker when he grows up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel old... i'm an aunty to so many nephews and nieces already. but nevermind... hope that my son will be as cute as edison, and my daughter be as cute as me!!! LOL. *perasan*&lt;br /&gt;gotta go now... leave me comments!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135181791894569500-571681090934199957?l=joycalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/571681090934199957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135181791894569500&amp;postID=571681090934199957&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135181791894569500/posts/default/571681090934199957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135181791894569500/posts/default/571681090934199957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycalicious.blogspot.com/2008/03/start-of-new-life.html' title='start of a new life...'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774928680251151840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SEDaLSaeehI/AAAAAAAAAEo/5-yDS7f_Q-w/S220/DSC01156.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/R93i6V52kaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/id0aHuoUfd8/s72-c/15032008860.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135181791894569500.post-6389730054061606657</id><published>2008-03-04T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T04:09:47.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jan 2006 Intake farewell bbq!!!</title><content type='html'>have been keeping this in draft for a week now.. wanna wait til chen yi sent me the pictures then blog bout it. we had a bbq party on the 27th Feb. it was actually a farewell party for us jan 2006 intake for the DBS course(business students all ^^) well, it turned out that not only the jan intake was there, but also the march and may intake. (i think there were more of the march intake compared to the jan and may intake combined) it was so fun that nite!! i guess around 30-35 of us turned up that bbq do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at this pic ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/R85AJy8RMFI/AAAAAAAAADE/PFu3W4oJ3lA/s1600-h/DSC01487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/R85AJy8RMFI/AAAAAAAAADE/PFu3W4oJ3lA/s400/DSC01487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174143558932836434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, expectedly, the venue was at the beachside, crown prince hotel. so i left home at 6pm, fetched chen yi at gurney, then proceeded to crown prince. we reached at around 6.45..... which only vince, his friend alfred, wei keong and another friend was around. =.='''' i should have remembered that it's MALAYSIANS we're talking about here. vince and alfred was just digging the barbeque pit. zzz..  ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/R85kES8RMHI/AAAAAAAAADU/YiJa3QvY2dQ/s1600-h/DSC01360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/R85kES8RMHI/AAAAAAAAADU/YiJa3QvY2dQ/s400/DSC01360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174183046862155890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/R85j7y8RMGI/AAAAAAAAADM/Z3g_BHC1lhg/s1600-h/DSC01359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/R85j7y8RMGI/AAAAAAAAADM/Z3g_BHC1lhg/s400/DSC01359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174182900833267810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolz... i look like i'm trying to kick a hole on the sand.. oh well... i did succeed didn i? with help from a shovel, of course. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at around 7.00 to 7.30, zhu guan, ann gie, ee lin, ying ying and shi huei turned up to the beach side. yay!! and as usual, ying ying got bullied again. haha.. we were trying to push her into the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/R89OIy8RMII/AAAAAAAAADc/xMPYXH1aP6Y/s1600-h/DSC01382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/R89OIy8RMII/AAAAAAAAADc/xMPYXH1aP6Y/s400/DSC01382.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174440409892466818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/R89OoS8RMJI/AAAAAAAAADk/S7NgFuKGo1s/s1600-h/DSC01383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/R89OoS8RMJI/AAAAAAAAADk/S7NgFuKGo1s/s400/DSC01383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174440951058346130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... we were just fooling around waiting for edward and vince to finish building the fire, and managed to take other snapshots(which i look ugly, so i'm not uploading the image &gt;.&lt;) the others arrived at approximately 7.30 - 7.45.. hence, we started barbequeing at around 8pm. while waiting for the charcoal to really heat up, we had some fried bee hoon, and some fried nuggets(i have no idea who brought it,could possibly be vince) chen yi brought over a full plate of it to share(muahs chen yi~~ she's so nice &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sometimes&lt;/span&gt; ;p) anyway, i was just mentioning to shi huei and chen yi that the air feels cold, like it was gonna hujan... chen yi, as usual, her trademark, "choiii!" said better not! so we were chatting away, happily eating the plate of bee hoon and nuggets when, i felt the first few drops. it rained!!!! zzzz of all days to rain, it rained on this day. we quickly packed up, and jason lo, known to us all as j.lo(and his butt isnt even as big as jennifer's =.='') suggested that we go to his home to continue the bbq. yipee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i always believed that the fun part of bbq-ing is actually the cooking part... so, i ended up cooking most of the nite, and kinda forgot to eat the food itself. ok, let's see, i think i ate most of the hotdogs, and totally ignored the chicken. =_= and ended up being hungry when i got back home. lolz... but it was a fun nite. thanks to vince n j.lo for organizing it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135181791894569500-6389730054061606657?l=joycalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6389730054061606657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135181791894569500&amp;postID=6389730054061606657&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135181791894569500/posts/default/6389730054061606657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135181791894569500/posts/default/6389730054061606657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycalicious.blogspot.com/2008/03/jan-2006-intake-farewell-bbq.html' title='Jan 2006 Intake farewell bbq!!!'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774928680251151840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SEDaLSaeehI/AAAAAAAAAEo/5-yDS7f_Q-w/S220/DSC01156.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/R85AJy8RMFI/AAAAAAAAADE/PFu3W4oJ3lA/s72-c/DSC01487.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135181791894569500.post-6320763265517231298</id><published>2008-03-01T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T22:51:25.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Makan! jangan tak makan! =x</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/R8pII1k3ZfI/AAAAAAAAAC0/PiZZAmDMvaM/s1600-h/DSC01102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/R8pII1k3ZfI/AAAAAAAAAC0/PiZZAmDMvaM/s320/DSC01102.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173026438646294002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolz.. that's what i told my bro. coz there were some leftovers of this delicious baked potato salad. looks nice huh? dad ate it til cannot eat his dinner =x but he complained that not enuf cheese. i think i used the wrong cheese to make it. used cheddar instead of parmesan. should have bought parmesan. but it is so dam expensive. RM 28.80 for a block(around 300 grammes?) cooking is expensive -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, enuf about the makan part. i actually did one stupid thing 2 days ago. actually, it's more towards idiotic than stupid. i NPC-ed(means sold it to a non playable character) my BAZURA(a lvl 98 overall for my mage). and why am i so stressed? coz it took me many hopes to try to scroll it to the stats i had had. 18 intelligence points! and i bombed (boomed) 3 bazuras before i got to the one i had b4 i npc it. and for u guys who don know the currency in maple story, npc the bazura = 300k mesos. but if u sell it to others = a possible 25-30m? zzzzzzzzz u do the maths. i actually cried about it. =.='' yea, swt right? it's just a game. but still.. it took me a lot of luck and hope to be able to scroll it. sigh.. but what's done is done. cannot undo it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i wish i'm rich T_T so that i can afford to spend money on nonsense stuffs and not feel guilty bout it. for instance, the maple cash? -.- look how nice i look if only i could have cash items T_T ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/R8pOMVk3ZgI/AAAAAAAAAC8/PnJn1l0UL84/s1600-h/illusive1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/R8pOMVk3ZgI/AAAAAAAAAC8/PnJn1l0UL84/s320/illusive1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173033095845602818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... i guess enuf for today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;au revoir again!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135181791894569500-6320763265517231298?l=joycalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6320763265517231298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135181791894569500&amp;postID=6320763265517231298&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135181791894569500/posts/default/6320763265517231298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135181791894569500/posts/default/6320763265517231298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycalicious.blogspot.com/2008/03/makan-jangan-tak-makan-x.html' title='Makan! jangan tak makan! =x'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774928680251151840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SEDaLSaeehI/AAAAAAAAAEo/5-yDS7f_Q-w/S220/DSC01156.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/R8pII1k3ZfI/AAAAAAAAAC0/PiZZAmDMvaM/s72-c/DSC01102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135181791894569500.post-8327131076023636233</id><published>2008-03-01T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T07:15:52.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SPAM!!!!</title><content type='html'>zzzz i am getting lazier n lazier. this draft has been in my mind for weeks but i din get to it. gotta snap out of this laziness n get back in track!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, just a short post. will be updating again tonite about some "oven baked potatoes" and some maple issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(reason for this post is to spam the EEEEEEWWWWWWIIIEEE blog before. it's getting on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;au revoir!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this featured song :: Keith Urban's "Tonight I Wanna Cry" wait for it to buffer guys, it's worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tonight I Wanna Cry"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone in this house again tonight&lt;br /&gt;I got the TV on, the sound turned down and a bottle of wine&lt;br /&gt;There's pictures of you and I on the walls around me&lt;br /&gt;The way that it was and could have been surrounds me&lt;br /&gt;I'll never get over you walkin' away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;I've never been the kind to ever let my feelings show&lt;br /&gt;And I thought that bein' strong meant never losin' your self-control&lt;br /&gt;But I'm just drunk enough to let go of my pain&lt;br /&gt;To hell with my pride, let it fall like rain&lt;br /&gt;From my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I wanna cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would it help if I turned a sad song on&lt;br /&gt;"All By Myself" would sure hit me hard now that you're gone&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe unfold some old yellow lost love letters&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna hurt bad before it gets better&lt;br /&gt;But I'll never get over you by hidin' this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat chorus twice]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135181791894569500-8327131076023636233?l=joycalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8327131076023636233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135181791894569500&amp;postID=8327131076023636233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135181791894569500/posts/default/8327131076023636233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135181791894569500/posts/default/8327131076023636233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycalicious.blogspot.com/2008/03/spam.html' title='SPAM!!!!'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774928680251151840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SEDaLSaeehI/AAAAAAAAAEo/5-yDS7f_Q-w/S220/DSC01156.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135181791894569500.post-1841866109132208105</id><published>2008-01-30T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T06:24:15.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mulung town!!! and eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeewwwwwww!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/R54EK5FKBRI/AAAAAAAAACQ/P625VpY7QJQ/s1600-h/STORK!!!+TO+MULUNG+TOWN.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/R54EK5FKBRI/AAAAAAAAACQ/P625VpY7QJQ/s400/STORK!!!+TO+MULUNG+TOWN.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160566808180819218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolz... the new mulung town in maple story. thats the stork we had to ride in order to reach the town. cute, no? it was supposed to be a ninja town of some sorts, but it sorta feels like china to me. 100 yr old ginsengs?? lolz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, that's not the point here. the point is, I AM SOOOO TIRED OF ASSIGNMENTS!! as of now, i've got one assignment waiting to be finished up, and CNY's just about the corner. no,wait. i've got MYOB EXAM ON THE 2ND!!! omg, now i'm wondering what am i doing here. it's the 30th now. oh god. i am so dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, the pictures below are, gonna be disgusting, so pls DO NOT look any further if u just had ur meal. =_=!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/R6CDvJFKBSI/AAAAAAAAACY/kR4I5otKqCQ/s1600-h/DSC01043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/R6CDvJFKBSI/AAAAAAAAACY/kR4I5otKqCQ/s320/DSC01043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161270018881226018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/R6CEEJFKBTI/AAAAAAAAACg/QEX3yhUAuBw/s1600-h/DSC01042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/R6CEEJFKBTI/AAAAAAAAACg/QEX3yhUAuBw/s320/DSC01042.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161270379658478898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya, i noe.. EEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWW right? that's the picture i took from inside of dominique's car. no offense, dom, but i simply HAD to blog this. it's waaay too disgusting to miss blogging about. and, take a look at this ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/R6CE-JFKBUI/AAAAAAAAACo/B0YeIKffdCA/s1600-h/DSC01044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/R6CE-JFKBUI/AAAAAAAAACo/B0YeIKffdCA/s320/DSC01044.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161271376090891586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=_=!!! DOUBLE EEEEEEEWWWWWW!!! sweat.. that's how the windscreen looks like after dom tried wiping it. zzzz but there's a reason the car hasnt been washed for 4 WHOLE MONTHS!!! (personally, i think it's tooooo long a time to not wash ur car. i pity that car.) dominique's fren told him she's organizing a carwash day at the uni soon(some project or soemthing, i don know) that's the reason why, he refuses to bring his car to the carwash..but still... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 MONTHS?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok.. it's a lil abrupt, but i'm ending this. just wanna blog about that one patch of thing which is splatted on the windscreen of dominique's car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no offense to those who have a weak stomache. pls do not sue me if ur keyboard is covered with what u had for dinner. i just had to blog it. &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135181791894569500-1841866109132208105?l=joycalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1841866109132208105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135181791894569500&amp;postID=1841866109132208105&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135181791894569500/posts/default/1841866109132208105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135181791894569500/posts/default/1841866109132208105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycalicious.blogspot.com/2008/01/mulung-town-and-eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeew.html' title='Mulung town!!! and eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeewwwwwww!!!'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774928680251151840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SEDaLSaeehI/AAAAAAAAAEo/5-yDS7f_Q-w/S220/DSC01156.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/R54EK5FKBRI/AAAAAAAAACQ/P625VpY7QJQ/s72-c/STORK!!!+TO+MULUNG+TOWN.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135181791894569500.post-2999170373012993309</id><published>2008-01-26T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T06:21:11.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHOPPING SPREE~~!!!!</title><content type='html'>OK, HERE'S HOW IT GOES, i went to queensbay mall the day before, mainly to grab that blue top i was talking about. so, i head out of home with my mommy at around 6pm, and went straight to queensbay, searched a hell long time for a parking space, and then, proceeded to GAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to my HORROR OF HORRORS, i couldn find the size i wanted. it was not in display. see how it goes ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; mom!!!! no more my size!! *cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mom &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; really? oh no.. why don u ask the sales lady?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ahem, miss? do u have a size XS on this garment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;salesperson &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sorry,miss. i think we cleared out that size. why dont u try the other colors?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me &gt; &lt;/strong&gt;oh no... *cries again and went to try on a few pair of jeans*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15MINS LATER..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;salesperson &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; miss? we have one more left for this size. here u are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; YIPEEE!!!! *tries out the top with the pair of jeans*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mom &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hey... that jeans look nice on u. wanna grab that too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; *wearing an expression like heaven just reached the place i am*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/R5s9cZFKBPI/AAAAAAAAACA/jqzNe4eH8hQ/s1600-h/DSC01034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/R5s9cZFKBPI/AAAAAAAAACA/jqzNe4eH8hQ/s400/DSC01034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159785356061181170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's all the new clothings i bought (3 pieces only)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/R5s_0pFKBQI/AAAAAAAAACI/07qOQrqO6Q4/s1600-h/DSC01037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/R5s_0pFKBQI/AAAAAAAAACI/07qOQrqO6Q4/s400/DSC01037.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159787971696264450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm quite satisfied of the clothings i bought ^^ (although it costs me a lot, but still, i'm satisfied. that's what counts right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and another thing! the Sakae Sushi receipts i collected since November has accumulated to RM478.xx!! i'm just another RM30 away from getting my Sakae VIP card! YAY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135181791894569500-2999170373012993309?l=joycalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2999170373012993309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135181791894569500&amp;postID=2999170373012993309&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135181791894569500/posts/default/2999170373012993309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135181791894569500/posts/default/2999170373012993309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycalicious.blogspot.com/2008/01/shopping-spree.html' title='SHOPPING SPREE~~!!!!'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774928680251151840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SEDaLSaeehI/AAAAAAAAAEo/5-yDS7f_Q-w/S220/DSC01156.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/R5s9cZFKBPI/AAAAAAAAACA/jqzNe4eH8hQ/s72-c/DSC01034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135181791894569500.post-4173820306327983290</id><published>2008-01-26T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T05:46:34.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>living under one roof.. is sex unevitable?</title><content type='html'>hmmm... just got off maple. and now i'm thinking of a question..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"does living together under the same roof necessarily means that the couple had sexual relations?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked dominique that question, and he answered me, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"not necessarily. but 2 genders living under one roof, wad u expect?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this is a debatable question.. and to my opinion, 9 out of 10 couples who live under the same room had sexual relations. (a person gotta be numb not to feel those, erm... urges?, when in the same bed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;open question here, so wad u guys think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135181791894569500-4173820306327983290?l=joycalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4173820306327983290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135181791894569500&amp;postID=4173820306327983290&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135181791894569500/posts/default/4173820306327983290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135181791894569500/posts/default/4173820306327983290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycalicious.blogspot.com/2008/01/living-under-one-roof-is-sex-unevitable.html' title='living under one roof.. is sex unevitable?'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774928680251151840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SEDaLSaeehI/AAAAAAAAAEo/5-yDS7f_Q-w/S220/DSC01156.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135181791894569500.post-2409296598473660687</id><published>2008-01-24T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T08:20:13.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>more to come..</title><content type='html'>so many things i wanna sae!!! there's more to come!!! but i cant do it now.. too many assignments.. @_@ arghhh... stress =.= &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... featuring in next blog would be :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. my new clothes&lt;br /&gt;2. my experience in queensbay while buying it&lt;br /&gt;3. my weeklong reoccuring tummy discomforts&lt;br /&gt;4. my assignments&lt;br /&gt;5. my erm... nething i missed out here? =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya... the new mulung town in maplestory. don miss out!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i'm actually bored of doing my assignments, and wanna blog something here, but i cant spend too much time here, and cant just ignore my blog either. DILEMMA. u get the point)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/R5i6hpFKBNI/AAAAAAAAABw/FtPgXodVc5c/s1600-h/Num1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/R5i6hpFKBNI/AAAAAAAAABw/FtPgXodVc5c/s400/Num1.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159078460278834386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO DIET!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135181791894569500-2409296598473660687?l=joycalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2409296598473660687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135181791894569500&amp;postID=2409296598473660687&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135181791894569500/posts/default/2409296598473660687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135181791894569500/posts/default/2409296598473660687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycalicious.blogspot.com/2008/01/more-to-come.html' title='more to come..'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774928680251151840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SEDaLSaeehI/AAAAAAAAAEo/5-yDS7f_Q-w/S220/DSC01156.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/R5i6hpFKBNI/AAAAAAAAABw/FtPgXodVc5c/s72-c/Num1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135181791894569500.post-8275281787940915051</id><published>2008-01-21T02:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T08:10:19.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>badminton and an ugly mood...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/R5R3dkzS2oI/AAAAAAAAABI/Et00XYBCfFI/s1600-h/DSC01017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/R5R3dkzS2oI/AAAAAAAAABI/Et00XYBCfFI/s320/DSC01017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157878823224793730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; first n foremost, the skirt i bought. (shu i did this for ur benefit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/R5R3s0zS2pI/AAAAAAAAABQ/CB6GJy1c5dY/s1600-h/DSC01018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/R5R3s0zS2pI/AAAAAAAAABQ/CB6GJy1c5dY/s320/DSC01018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157879085217798802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday's badminton was actually quite knowledgable. eddy managed to teach me on the serving part. i can serve better now!! however... i cant help feeling like a noob or a small kid that needs someone to repeat and repeat all over again. i know the basics, it's just that my hand refuses to cooperate. and my wrist isn't strong enuf la!!!! cannot serve high back. =.= pls don ask me stupid questions like, "why u cant serve to the back?" there is a difference between a gal and a guy's strength u noe? ~duh~ and after that... i was filled with a hideous need, almost a desire, to win. and, becoz of that, i made lots of blunders. =.='' i know i know. it's only a game. which, after that made my mood a little black. i wasnt happy with the outcome. and after i came back home, i lectured myself on the stupidity. everyone had one of these days i guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM HAVING A STIFF BACK NOW... WITH COLD COMPRESS "KOH YOK" (plaster) ON IT. alright.. this is the place i am sitting everyday.. look for yourself :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/R5R6JkzS2qI/AAAAAAAAABY/f_g9vA8lcQw/s1600-h/DSC01019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/R5R6JkzS2qI/AAAAAAAAABY/f_g9vA8lcQw/s320/DSC01019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157881778162293410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/R5R6h0zS2rI/AAAAAAAAABg/q6fshRmlaYQ/s1600-h/DSC01020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/R5R6h0zS2rI/AAAAAAAAABg/q6fshRmlaYQ/s320/DSC01020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157882194774121138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is definately not good for my back. =.='' the computer/lappy is my life. so u can imagine how many hours i spent on that green cushion. i really really really gotta have that streamyx line fixed up soon. sobs. ='( after CNY ... i'll have the $$ by then. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uploading an old song of jordan chan here. it's called "chui siu ci gak" by the way. think most of u will know the song. thanks to dominique, i listened to this song again. lols. and now it's repeating in my head. i'm still waiting for him to translate it~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135181791894569500-8275281787940915051?l=joycalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8275281787940915051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135181791894569500&amp;postID=8275281787940915051&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135181791894569500/posts/default/8275281787940915051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135181791894569500/posts/default/8275281787940915051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycalicious.blogspot.com/2008/01/badminton-and-ugly-mood.html' title='badminton and an ugly mood...'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774928680251151840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SEDaLSaeehI/AAAAAAAAAEo/5-yDS7f_Q-w/S220/DSC01156.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/R5R3dkzS2oI/AAAAAAAAABI/Et00XYBCfFI/s72-c/DSC01017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135181791894569500.post-9206758827351720957</id><published>2008-01-19T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T08:44:41.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laziness...</title><content type='html'>I CAN NEVER BE A GOOD BLOGGER... yep... i'm just way too lazy to update my blog. =.='' seriously, i think it's the placing of my laptop.. I'M CURENTLY SITTING ON THE FLOOR TYPING THIS. that is not good for my posture and my back. i need to apply a new line... and fix up the cables to my study room. my back has been giving me signals that if i continue going on like this, i'll have crooked spine sooner or later. which, inadvertantly gets me to the point of money. I NEED $$!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just spent rm 115 on just one skirt from esprit (couldn resist the 50% off) and another rm 30 on a sandal from Vincci(gotta hand it to them, they produce cheap but GOOD sandals) Went to Queensbay with dominique,danny,amy and eddy. AND!!! i saw one top from GAP!!!! baby blue in color.. i want it i want it i want it!!! but unfortunately, i din bring enuf cash with me. oh well, gonna go grab it next week. (CNY is usually my shopping spree time.Do not lecture me on spending conservatively at this time. it'll just go in one ear and out the other in the space of one nanosecond) and at this very second i'm typing this blog, my boyfriend is complaining that the top is too revealing. (typical male =.=''')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/R5N040zS2iI/AAAAAAAAAAY/KgZ37QWgikM/s1600-h/DSC01014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/R5N040zS2iI/AAAAAAAAAAY/KgZ37QWgikM/s320/DSC01014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157594517864634914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/R5N1LEzS2jI/AAAAAAAAAAg/LkyXq9h7UMo/s1600-h/DSC01015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/R5N1LEzS2jI/AAAAAAAAAAg/LkyXq9h7UMo/s320/DSC01015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157594831397247538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.= after all the shopping and window shopping, i do indeed feel that i am getting brand conscious. and a lil bit materialistic. but i'd rather spend more on just one suit that'll last me then on one whole bunch that'll run color on the first wash. or became some unknown thingy that went through the wringer, or shrink up to the size of a baby suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shirley!!!!! what a surprise to see u on the tag board!!! ^^ i hope langkawi wont be a bore for u. (i'm hoping it's not for ur sanity's interest. the sloooowww moving pace and the slooowwwww service there can really drive a person insane at times) &lt;br /&gt;be back in langkawi by the 5th. see u there then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya... and i recently listened back to leo ku's song, oi dak tai ci. i didn, til this day, know about the real meaning of the song until dominique translated it in his blog(upon my request too). here's the link to dom's blog :: www.dominiqueban.blogspot.com  i was stunned. literrally,and firguratively, i was really stunned by the beauty of that song.it really reflects on the way live is led, the small nothings that we tend to miss out. that small nothings could not mean anything to us, but until the day we lose it, we will know the true meaning of those small nothings. and then, we'll regret the loss of it. "in our life, we'll meet 3 friends. the first, we will meet 'loss', then we'll meet 'regret', and at last, we'll know 'cherish'." how true, dont u think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sleepy... been out whole day... i need sleep!!! kayz.. i guess this is all there is to it. try listening to the song. and know the meaning of it. i promise u, it'll be worth the effort. it touched my heart in so many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no songs this time... i am tired. =.=''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135181791894569500-9206758827351720957?l=joycalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/9206758827351720957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135181791894569500&amp;postID=9206758827351720957&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135181791894569500/posts/default/9206758827351720957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135181791894569500/posts/default/9206758827351720957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycalicious.blogspot.com/2008/01/laziness.html' title='Laziness...'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774928680251151840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SEDaLSaeehI/AAAAAAAAAEo/5-yDS7f_Q-w/S220/DSC01156.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/R5N040zS2iI/AAAAAAAAAAY/KgZ37QWgikM/s72-c/DSC01014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135181791894569500.post-747288871004180295</id><published>2007-11-27T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T03:12:40.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FREEDOM!!!! ~</title><content type='html'>I’M FREEE!!!!! Finally!!! Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!~ hmmm…. Been kinda wandering around aimlessly past few days after the exam.. and went kai kai too ^^ somehow, this holiday seemed a little bit boring.. why is it that I have so many agendas on my mind when I’m studying for exams but when it’s really over, I sorta forgot all about the places I wanna go, and end up with the word “cincai la, go anywhere also can”. =.=’’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I noe why, no $$. Zzzzzz sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyi have been complaining I didn blog when I have the free time now.. sorry noh, lil sistah.. ur big sis been playing maple and going out after exams. So, don really have the time to blog.. but don worry, there’s gonna be a lot to blog after I come back from langkawi.. I’ll be saving my blogs in Words first, then will publish it when I reach pg… gonna miss u guys!!! Sobs. =’’(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One weird and funny(if not, unlucky) thing happened two nites ago. I got stuck between my apartment door and the iron gate when I was attempting to go out. Stupid me, I forgot to bring the keys out, and locked myself out. Not really outside, but not really inside either.. I was in between!!!!!!! And cant do anything about it. Zzz this is one sedih case, which I think I would laugh at if it were to happen to other friends. But hey, it taught me one lesson :: I learnt an 007 skill that nite!! My friend n I tried to use a card (poor sushi card, it’s bent beyond recognition. But at least, after the bad food there, it’s still got a use!!!) well, we did try it for a long time, and my friend gave up, saying “takkan so easy to open meh” =.=’’ but I didn give up!!! (the obstinate me refused to give up. Dunno why, but I got a feeling that it’s gonna open up anytime soon) and what do you know… it really did. I was talking and laughing all the way when I was trying to get the card at the right angle, and suddenly, out of a sudden, click! the door opened up!!!! I was so stunned that I stared at it for a second before rejoicing!!! Lol this is what u call a PRO at work. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still keep the card, it proves lucky!!! It’s gonna be my lucky card. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, it’s a little bit late for this, but, JAY’S NEW ALBUM ROCKS!! Not to mention that his undecipherable uttering are back!! That’s the way, ah huh ah huh! Love those undecipherable utterings. It’s soooo his style! Here’s my favourite song from the album ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/lYiIHhAzEw/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/lYiIHhAzEw/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a sad song, but hey, sad songs are the best songs right? ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135181791894569500-747288871004180295?l=joycalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/747288871004180295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135181791894569500&amp;postID=747288871004180295&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135181791894569500/posts/default/747288871004180295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135181791894569500/posts/default/747288871004180295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycalicious.blogspot.com/2007/11/freedom.html' title='FREEDOM!!!! ~'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774928680251151840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SEDaLSaeehI/AAAAAAAAAEo/5-yDS7f_Q-w/S220/DSC01156.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135181791894569500.post-8319417602326258823</id><published>2007-11-07T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T12:01:34.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>reflections on some aspects of life =.=''</title><content type='html'>i believe, what my friend told me was true.. that someone has got to know their own strength and weaknesses. to be confident is one good thing. but being overconfident is everyone's downfall. that can be proven way back to the past kings and sultans or whatever. but i think napolean bonaparte has proven that statement enough. being too confident of yourself is really a disease to avoid. not only it make you fall, it makes you look like a fool at the end of day. i've been over confident of my self before, i don deny it. but i've learnt through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that statement said, i think it is a very sad thing that most people do not heed people's advice and think that their always right. i think i've been like that once before also. i'd like to think i've changed. but i feel there are some times that i dont heed other's advice as well. but that is to an extend of not hurting myself. some people are just plain stubborn and not listening to reason. isn't that just sad? i mean, life is an every learning process. why is it so hard to just try out what people suggests/advices and find out if it's really as good a choice as they sae it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but enough said about that. had a major surprise last nite!! lolz. a friend said he was going to play some DotA.. so, patiently waited to discuss some things in msn later... waited n waited, but there was no response!! (actually, another friend of his was bluffing me all the way. =.= piangz... si gui. make me wait whole nite) and then... worried that he might have met with some misfortunes, i smsed him. NO REPLY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next thing i knew, he called up, saying there's someone at the the door. and i opened up my apartment's main door.. and... lolz it was him. he drove back from KL that nite but didnt inform me!! majorly to give me a surprise. nothing much. but i was. really surprised. that made up for the boring and sick weekend i had.  thanks for making it a memorable day/nite/midnite/whatever u wanna sae it to be. ^.^ really glad to see you there. a big surprise it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/a2c_XThSnl/pv=2"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/a2c_XThSnl/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="325" allowFullScreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135181791894569500-8319417602326258823?l=joycalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8319417602326258823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135181791894569500&amp;postID=8319417602326258823&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135181791894569500/posts/default/8319417602326258823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135181791894569500/posts/default/8319417602326258823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycalicious.blogspot.com/2007/11/reflections-on-some-aspects-of-life.html' title='reflections on some aspects of life =.=&apos;&apos;'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774928680251151840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SEDaLSaeehI/AAAAAAAAAEo/5-yDS7f_Q-w/S220/DSC01156.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135181791894569500.post-3469029748502465259</id><published>2007-11-06T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T08:40:04.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EXAMS! and all the dread it brings ....</title><content type='html'>had the most boring weekend and week day of my life. last weekend was filled with studying. *dorts* yea... boring. BORINGGGGGG! hmm... exams are around the corner, but i'm already thinking of what to do after that. swimming in ann gie's place!!! *wheeeeeee* barbecue! *double wheeeee* hmmmm am sick now... been down with flu since sunday night. skipped monday class, and ended up with fever today. zzzzzz this is not good. i am weak! gotta get more vitamins? LAWL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams!!! i think that's why i'm sick. i think i'm cursed to have exam blues. i am always sick whenever exam's approaching. think must have been some teacher which i made angry in my past life. could be cursed by that. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, did i mention that i am so dead? i only managed to finish reading/doing statistics 2. and now, i am focusing on finance. and i don know what the paper is trying to tell me =.=ll  swtness. i missed the last lesson with mr mark! sob... he seems like a nice person to talk to. very funny la this sir. but the questions he gave... =.='' all KBKK questions. ah mark wan fail us meh. !!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but even though exams are around the corner, i'm happy!!! coz after that i get to be free again!! hehe... maybe go on badminton spree... mr kwan toh kit better watch out.. u're gonna be my smashing target. muahahahahahhaha.. &gt;.&lt; hmmm... barbecue the whole nite? by the beach? or maybe take a drive to juru and see what is there... been planning to go there long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;*dongggggggg* come back joyce. get ur focus back to E-X-A-M-S!! =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been listening to oldies recently. this song was recommended to me by mr kwan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's turning out just another day&lt;br /&gt;I took a shower and I went on my way&lt;br /&gt;I stopped there as usual&lt;br /&gt;had a coffee and pie&lt;br /&gt;when i turned to leave&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't believe my eyes&lt;br /&gt;standing there i didn't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;without one touch&lt;br /&gt;we stood there face to face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And) i was dying indside to hold you&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't believe what i felt for you&lt;br /&gt;dying inside i was dying inside&lt;br /&gt;but i couldn't bring myself to touch you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you said hello&lt;br /&gt;then u asked my name&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know if i should go all the way&lt;br /&gt;inside i felt my life have really changed&lt;br /&gt;i knew that it would never be the same&lt;br /&gt;standing there i didn't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;first time looked away when i whispered your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one hello changed my life&lt;br /&gt;i didn't believe in love at first sight&lt;br /&gt;but you've shown me what is life&lt;br /&gt;and I now i know my love (i know it's coming right)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135181791894569500-3469029748502465259?l=joycalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3469029748502465259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135181791894569500&amp;postID=3469029748502465259&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135181791894569500/posts/default/3469029748502465259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135181791894569500/posts/default/3469029748502465259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycalicious.blogspot.com/2007/11/satisfaction-in-life.html' title='EXAMS! and all the dread it brings ....'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774928680251151840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SEDaLSaeehI/AAAAAAAAAEo/5-yDS7f_Q-w/S220/DSC01156.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135181791894569500.post-1906909584711922424</id><published>2007-11-04T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T08:02:07.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She knows...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;U tell me u’re in love with me,&lt;br /&gt;Like u cant take away ur pretty eyes away from me,&lt;br /&gt;It’s not that I don wanna stay,&lt;br /&gt;But when u come too close I move away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna believe in everything that u sae,&lt;br /&gt;Coz it sounds so good.&lt;br /&gt;But if u really want me, move so.&lt;br /&gt;There’s things about me u just have to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I run,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I hide&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I’m scared of u,&lt;br /&gt;But all I really want is to hold u tight&lt;br /&gt;Treat u right,&lt;br /&gt;Be with u day and night,&lt;br /&gt;Baby all I need is time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don wanna be so shy,&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I am alone I wonder why&lt;br /&gt;Hope that u will wait for me,&lt;br /&gt;You’ll see that, u’re the only one for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll just hang around and u’ll see,&lt;br /&gt;There’s no where I’d rather be,&lt;br /&gt;If u love me, trustingly&lt;br /&gt;The way that i, trust in u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, that lyrics suits her. She’s so used to her freedom and her own company that any person who tries to invade her own private world will be met with resistance. It’s her natural instinct. A wall that separates her and protects her from the harsh, harsh world outside. She is confused.. love is a forbidden fruit that is in her reach. Once she eats it, she’s had it. But if she doesnt eat it, she knows she will be overcome with temptation so strong, it’s just so hard to deny. so what is she to do? what will she do? to take, is to give, and she noes that. is she willing to give more than what she thinks she will? she has yet to noe the answer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135181791894569500-1906909584711922424?l=joycalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1906909584711922424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135181791894569500&amp;postID=1906909584711922424&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135181791894569500/posts/default/1906909584711922424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135181791894569500/posts/default/1906909584711922424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycalicious.blogspot.com/2007/11/she-knows.html' title='She knows...'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774928680251151840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SEDaLSaeehI/AAAAAAAAAEo/5-yDS7f_Q-w/S220/DSC01156.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135181791894569500.post-5619811032929781462</id><published>2007-11-02T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T10:12:02.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncertainties..</title><content type='html'>and for once, she feels warmth.. she feels comfort.. is this what love feels like? she knows she doesnt deserve it. "get out, stay out, don mess with my life" was what she once told someone else.. will that happen again? will the sense of being captured, tied, and bound to obligations be the cause for taking flight and running away again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;indecisiveness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and... regret might not be too far away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what is that warm feeling? what is that sense of joy? what is the semi-melting feeling she gets whenever he's around?&lt;br /&gt;it's like waking up to warm sunshine and a soft breeze blowing through the window, like walking on the beach, ankle deep in the sea water.&lt;br /&gt;maybe her decision wasnt that bad afterall. but is it love? or is it just a sense of comfort for her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she has yet to know..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135181791894569500-5619811032929781462?l=joycalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5619811032929781462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135181791894569500&amp;postID=5619811032929781462&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135181791894569500/posts/default/5619811032929781462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135181791894569500/posts/default/5619811032929781462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycalicious.blogspot.com/2007/11/uncertainties.html' title='Uncertainties..'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774928680251151840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c5w1-MAu1yU/SEDaLSaeehI/AAAAAAAAAEo/5-yDS7f_Q-w/S220/DSC01156.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
