<?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-5350982261313370433</id><updated>2011-09-02T21:09:53.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>joyce-is-me.blogspot.com</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyce-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-is-me.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009241497698448153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350982261313370433.post-6175302317999099995</id><published>2010-12-06T00:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T01:17:37.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Song</title><content type='html'>It's really amazing how the right songs just appear at the right time, depicting exactly what I'm feeling at the moment. It's not that amazing when only one song came up at the right moment, but another one came up when my feelings changed at the moment right after that last song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I was thinking about you, thinking about me, thinking about us, what we gonna be.&lt;br /&gt;Open my eyes, it was only just a dream.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a Dream - Nelly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5350982261313370433-6175302317999099995?l=joyce-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/6175302317999099995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/6175302317999099995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-is-me.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-really-amazing-how-right-songs-just.html' title='That Song'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009241497698448153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350982261313370433.post-6317785817125931974</id><published>2010-10-22T12:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T12:22:46.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream</title><content type='html'>I had this dream that was really nice, like I never felt so happy before and later it became heartbreaking. Although it's a dream, but I feel that its been played before, many times in real life. The happy start, sad ending and angry me. I cannot change the process, but at least I can change how I react, like how I promised to be. I cannot change the way I feel, but at least I can learn to act so that I will not make you sad, again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5350982261313370433-6317785817125931974?l=joyce-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/6317785817125931974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/6317785817125931974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-is-me.blogspot.com/2010/10/dream.html' title='Dream'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009241497698448153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350982261313370433.post-787893487482408176</id><published>2010-09-07T01:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T01:39:31.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RUN Run run</title><content type='html'>I made my life pretty complicated and unhappy, I think. Ah well, not that I can help it seriously. Just running round the vicious cycle. Instead of hoping to break out of it, I think its more practical now to hope that I'm returning to the starting point, which is almost always happy. Being in the middle totally sucks, its when all the unhappy things set in, feels like its never ending.. Its getting more and more serious after each cycle though x,x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FML.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5350982261313370433-787893487482408176?l=joyce-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/787893487482408176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/787893487482408176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-is-me.blogspot.com/2010/09/run-run-run.html' title='RUN Run run'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009241497698448153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350982261313370433.post-3043406009591581388</id><published>2010-07-01T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T22:40:42.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complicated</title><content type='html'>Complicated is when you don’t know where you stand in a person’s life. It’s when you’re hanging in dead air and knowing you can be thrown off anytime. It’s when you’re like more than friends but not really, and it’s like you’re lovers when it’s really otherwise. Sometimes you would want to have never met the person at all but at the back of your mind, you’re thankful you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this on fb posted by some random 'friend'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when random people post something that totally fits what's in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5350982261313370433-3043406009591581388?l=joyce-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/3043406009591581388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/3043406009591581388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-is-me.blogspot.com/2010/07/complicated.html' title='Complicated'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009241497698448153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350982261313370433.post-3037035115494702989</id><published>2010-06-22T00:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T00:57:04.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need Cure</title><content type='html'>I have no idea what am I doing anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Let go, damn it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5350982261313370433-3037035115494702989?l=joyce-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/3037035115494702989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/3037035115494702989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-is-me.blogspot.com/2010/06/need-cure.html' title='Need Cure'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009241497698448153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350982261313370433.post-7932148804987245059</id><published>2010-06-14T15:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T15:22:56.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when I have nothing to do</title><content type='html'>For some reason, this blog is infested with a number of pests. I hope no one is &lt;s&gt;stupid&lt;/s&gt; curious enough to click anything weird from there though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href='http://littlemissychubby.blogspot.com'&gt;yingchee's&lt;/a&gt; list of productive things to do when you're stuck at home, blogging is one of them so well, here I am. Looks like its been a really looooooong time since I last post anything hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things happened while this blog remained stagnant. Good and bad. I'll just summarize them a bit. I'm glad to be alive and having so many amazing people around me. Though I haven't been able to treasure them as much as I would like to, but I will work hard to. For things that are not meant to be, I'll just have to learn to let go. To give up at the right moment may be the best thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I'm done for now ((=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5350982261313370433-7932148804987245059?l=joyce-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/7932148804987245059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/7932148804987245059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-is-me.blogspot.com/2010/06/for-some-reason-this-blog-is-infested.html' title='when I have nothing to do'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009241497698448153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350982261313370433.post-5989857764801539665</id><published>2009-12-26T03:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T03:22:27.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>Im back, no jams on Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;Im sad, not mainly because she's gone so it makes me feel worse.&lt;br /&gt;Im kinda happy, or glad, for the people I know. I hope they'd stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im still good, overall.&lt;br /&gt;See everyone next year.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'll most prolly stay at home till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5350982261313370433-5989857764801539665?l=joyce-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/5989857764801539665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/5989857764801539665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-is-me.blogspot.com/2009/12/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009241497698448153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350982261313370433.post-1657200129348004425</id><published>2009-12-18T01:25:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T01:55:25.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life's complicated</title><content type='html'>when I have to be mindful of what I say to some people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;because my intentions may be distorted&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;because some people just have problems with the things I say and do&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;because some people are just twisted by default&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;when there are things that I wanna do but cannot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;because there's no ctrl + z in reality&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;because certain scars can never be healed, cracks never fully mended&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;because I cannot take back the things I say&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;when I wonder if I've really found you, when I think I have&lt;br /&gt;when I think all above points are just excuses and I should just do what I feel like doing&lt;br /&gt;Either way, my life has been interesting and fun. I guess I know why its fun.&lt;br /&gt;Cause its complicated.&lt;br /&gt;((=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5350982261313370433-1657200129348004425?l=joyce-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/1657200129348004425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/1657200129348004425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-is-me.blogspot.com/2009/12/lifes-complicated.html' title='life&apos;s complicated'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009241497698448153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350982261313370433.post-5530637241017068828</id><published>2009-12-12T21:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T21:51:33.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>high 翻天</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="424" height="277"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7YS4iyhKaw0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7YS4iyhKaw0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="424" height="277"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一顆心噗通噗通地狂跳 一瞬間煩惱煩惱煩惱全忘掉&lt;br /&gt;我再也不要 再也不要 委屈自己一秒&lt;br /&gt;一顆心噗通噗通地狂跳 一瞬間煩惱煩惱煩惱全忘掉&lt;br /&gt;我甩掉地球 地球甩掉 只要越跳越高&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5350982261313370433-5530637241017068828?l=joyce-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/5530637241017068828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/5530637241017068828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-is-me.blogspot.com/2009/12/high.html' title='high 翻天'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009241497698448153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350982261313370433.post-2467055542830762501</id><published>2009-12-01T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T00:38:05.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tough One</title><content type='html'>The most difficult question of all acadamic time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"So, what have you learnt?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DDDDD:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5350982261313370433-2467055542830762501?l=joyce-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/2467055542830762501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/2467055542830762501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-is-me.blogspot.com/2009/12/tough-one.html' title='A Tough One'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009241497698448153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350982261313370433.post-7660149691646652365</id><published>2009-11-29T01:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T01:07:14.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Dress</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object style="WIDTH: 424px; HEIGHT: 277px" width="424" height="277"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sjcvasr-6o0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sjcvasr-6o0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="424" height="277"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, who never understood my feelings&lt;br /&gt;Because of that, I ended up despising you&lt;br /&gt;Then I wished a misfortune upon you&lt;br /&gt;But now, my eyes are dry&lt;br /&gt;I try to talk to you but I realized that I’m alone&lt;br /&gt;Every night, I would look back and think&lt;br /&gt;If I already knew the results&lt;br /&gt;Then I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Then I dream an endless dream&lt;br /&gt;Then I pray she would leave his side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, please don’t hold those hands&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you should be my lady&lt;br /&gt;Please look at me, I’ve been waiting all this time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5350982261313370433-7660149691646652365?l=joyce-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/7660149691646652365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/7660149691646652365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-is-me.blogspot.com/2009/11/wedding-dress.html' title='Wedding Dress'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009241497698448153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350982261313370433.post-5505016738438798095</id><published>2009-11-26T18:21:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T18:36:34.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>xD</title><content type='html'>im feeling so happy now i think i can take on the world!! being temperamental is just another cancerian thing you know.. but i guess to a certain extent, life is fair after all.. it wouldnt have happened if i went shopping, or somewhere else other than home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know its childish, but im childish luh so.. xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpVxDS3d5D8/Sw5ZBWktW3I/AAAAAAAAADA/iALpR7ESdjA/s1600/Photo0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpVxDS3d5D8/Sw5ZBWktW3I/AAAAAAAAADA/iALpR7ESdjA/s320/Photo0021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408358082292833138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is last night's dinner. tonight'll be better, i think.. cause its salty, lotus soup, and lotus soup only.. its boiling behind me, waiting for me to slurp it all up.. im looking forward to tomorrow's lunch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vpVxDS3d5D8/Sw5ZBrGPSmI/AAAAAAAAADI/CGaplFertsc/s1600/Photo0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vpVxDS3d5D8/Sw5ZBrGPSmI/AAAAAAAAADI/CGaplFertsc/s320/Photo0024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408358087802178146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;met up with sharon in the morning ((=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5350982261313370433-5505016738438798095?l=joyce-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/5505016738438798095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/5505016738438798095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-is-me.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='xD'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009241497698448153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpVxDS3d5D8/Sw5ZBWktW3I/AAAAAAAAADA/iALpR7ESdjA/s72-c/Photo0021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350982261313370433.post-8933419331744788464</id><published>2009-11-24T23:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T00:54:12.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession.</title><content type='html'>Oh well, its the affairs-of-the-heart month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some weird twist of fate, I have been kinda asked, or have been touching on topics like that pretty often recently.. I have no idea why but then things just slipped out of my mouth, and I felt pretty good. I'm starting to like myself and im not really trying to get people to like me, most of them that is.. I just wanna be myself, and its too bad that you dont like me.. Hopefully you dont belong to those i like else i ll be very sad though, haha.. Life's complicated yes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my mood hasnt been very good recently.. No thanks to me being too sensitive and no thanks to my diet menu.. Yea I know, there're all troubles I bought to myself, but I just cant help it for being sensitive whatever my problem is.. I think its the cancerian thing xD As for my menu, it isnt so bad actually since I'm still eating normal lunch, but things get worse at night though.. Cause I never really liked sweet meals, and there're no salty fruits so its just very bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worse of all things is that I've only started like on Monday and I'm already here complaining so I wonder how long it'll last.. And how bad it'll be if I cut down on my lunch too.. Baaaaah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A happy person is not a person in a certain set of circumstances, but rather a person with a certain set of attitudes. ~Hugh Downs" I'm complaining, but I know I'll be happy in the long run.. I'll wait, I'll wait for someone who knows all about me and still stays with me.. I'll wait for you even though I know you'll never come.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5350982261313370433-8933419331744788464?l=joyce-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/8933419331744788464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/8933419331744788464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-is-me.blogspot.com/2009/11/confession.html' title='Confession.'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009241497698448153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350982261313370433.post-5001487185867024328</id><published>2009-11-18T19:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T19:47:21.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all about Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpVxDS3d5D8/SwPeunI71LI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A2ihcbb-DLU/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpVxDS3d5D8/SwPeunI71LI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A2ihcbb-DLU/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405408870136534194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpVxDS3d5D8/SwPeq7124HI/AAAAAAAAACw/MiDv2ystz9o/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpVxDS3d5D8/SwPeq7124HI/AAAAAAAAACw/MiDv2ystz9o/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405408806974185586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpVxDS3d5D8/SwPeq-dbSiI/AAAAAAAAACo/M0QGK-qqL2o/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpVxDS3d5D8/SwPeq-dbSiI/AAAAAAAAACo/M0QGK-qqL2o/s320/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405408807677020706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpVxDS3d5D8/SwPeqVG64qI/AAAAAAAAACg/Ql4kE8RUOn4/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpVxDS3d5D8/SwPeqVG64qI/AAAAAAAAACg/Ql4kE8RUOn4/s320/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405408796576768674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpVxDS3d5D8/SwPeqKPjtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/155JEsnAlsg/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpVxDS3d5D8/SwPeqKPjtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/155JEsnAlsg/s320/5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405408793660208354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpVxDS3d5D8/SwPep41OLnI/AAAAAAAAACQ/gGjYM1E8qEw/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpVxDS3d5D8/SwPep41OLnI/AAAAAAAAACQ/gGjYM1E8qEw/s320/6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405408788986343026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another 6000 words this time ((=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5350982261313370433-5001487185867024328?l=joyce-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/5001487185867024328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/5001487185867024328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-is-me.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-all-about-family.html' title='It&apos;s all about Family'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009241497698448153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpVxDS3d5D8/SwPeunI71LI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A2ihcbb-DLU/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350982261313370433.post-5361375937965321822</id><published>2009-11-14T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T22:20:14.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a tattoo</title><content type='html'>Some impressions just do not fade away simply because you havent seen that person for very long. Maybe its just me being too skeptical, but I just cannot seem to forget all the bad things. Applies to all. If only we can forget all the bad things, we would all have been happier, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet again, there're some things I do not want to forget because if they're forgotten, they would be forgiven. I will never forgive anyone who hurt that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5350982261313370433-5361375937965321822?l=joyce-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/5361375937965321822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/5361375937965321822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-is-me.blogspot.com/2009/11/like-tattoo.html' title='Like a tattoo'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009241497698448153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350982261313370433.post-5452165943936036088</id><published>2009-11-13T00:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T00:59:25.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpVxDS3d5D8/Svw-i2plydI/AAAAAAAAACI/fWaEO0iKZGw/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpVxDS3d5D8/Svw-i2plydI/AAAAAAAAACI/fWaEO0iKZGw/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403262421444184530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpVxDS3d5D8/Svw-dzoWiqI/AAAAAAAAAB4/C_VwWKMKXnY/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpVxDS3d5D8/Svw-dzoWiqI/AAAAAAAAAB4/C_VwWKMKXnY/s320/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403262334734338722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vpVxDS3d5D8/Svw-drqpWzI/AAAAAAAAABw/ZFxAsrTwUsM/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vpVxDS3d5D8/Svw-drqpWzI/AAAAAAAAABw/ZFxAsrTwUsM/s320/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403262332596476722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpVxDS3d5D8/Svw-dV_diEI/AAAAAAAAABo/KOHSeTzkta8/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpVxDS3d5D8/Svw-dV_diEI/AAAAAAAAABo/KOHSeTzkta8/s320/5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403262326778202178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpVxDS3d5D8/Svw-dGQuk5I/AAAAAAAAABg/MnVh7jtDWfE/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpVxDS3d5D8/Svw-dGQuk5I/AAAAAAAAABg/MnVh7jtDWfE/s320/6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403262322555655058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpVxDS3d5D8/Svw-dLvY59I/AAAAAAAAABY/5Pbz6JcV3C8/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpVxDS3d5D8/Svw-dLvY59I/AAAAAAAAABY/5Pbz6JcV3C8/s320/7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403262324026435538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just spoke 6000 words.&lt;br /&gt;((=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5350982261313370433-5452165943936036088?l=joyce-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/5452165943936036088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/5452165943936036088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-is-me.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-just-spoke-7000-words.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009241497698448153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpVxDS3d5D8/Svw-i2plydI/AAAAAAAAACI/fWaEO0iKZGw/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350982261313370433.post-5988256591323931124</id><published>2009-10-17T00:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T00:31:23.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just for fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpVxDS3d5D8/Stif1SMQEqI/AAAAAAAAABQ/9G180ugFFL8/s1600-h/combine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpVxDS3d5D8/Stif1SMQEqI/AAAAAAAAABQ/9G180ugFFL8/s320/combine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393236291541275298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i know the layout is not very nice.. but thank god the person inside the photo is good looking enough to cover up.. whew~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5350982261313370433-5988256591323931124?l=joyce-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/5988256591323931124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/5988256591323931124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-is-me.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-for-fun.html' title='just for fun'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009241497698448153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpVxDS3d5D8/Stif1SMQEqI/AAAAAAAAABQ/9G180ugFFL8/s72-c/combine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350982261313370433.post-3620667899211021191</id><published>2009-10-17T00:04:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T00:11:12.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vpVxDS3d5D8/StiZ49donOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/7X_PTDtk81c/s1600-h/camwhore_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vpVxDS3d5D8/StiZ49donOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/7X_PTDtk81c/s320/camwhore_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393229757626752226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopping day = feeling rich day = no money at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpVxDS3d5D8/StiaLh9IMkI/AAAAAAAAABA/P3unkk_mHOw/s1600-h/Love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 304px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpVxDS3d5D8/StiaLh9IMkI/AAAAAAAAABA/P3unkk_mHOw/s320/Love.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393230076660167234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy still lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5350982261313370433-3620667899211021191?l=joyce-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/3620667899211021191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/3620667899211021191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-is-me.blogspot.com/2009/10/shopping.html' title='shopping'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009241497698448153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vpVxDS3d5D8/StiZ49donOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/7X_PTDtk81c/s72-c/camwhore_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350982261313370433.post-2724265045806157333</id><published>2009-10-09T23:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T00:15:18.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpVxDS3d5D8/Ss9cTT8VewI/AAAAAAAAAAw/kynuhlJVnRk/s1600-h/jcu_cycle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390628765826382594" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpVxDS3d5D8/Ss9cTT8VewI/AAAAAAAAAAw/kynuhlJVnRk/s320/jcu_cycle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vpVxDS3d5D8/Ss9cTFJck4I/AAAAAAAAAAo/rbNCVpuo38U/s1600-h/jcu_cycle2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390628761854841730" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vpVxDS3d5D8/Ss9cTFJck4I/AAAAAAAAAAo/rbNCVpuo38U/s320/jcu_cycle2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Despite the rain and thunder earlier in the day we got to cycle.. whew~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Its been decided that I'll either get a Samsung Omnia II or Samsung Jet.. Yup, dont wanna spend too much time dwelling on this already..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Lastly, I have no idea what to do anymore.. I'm out of ideas, out of energy, out of everything.. I guess they are pretty much redundant in the first place.. I'm done with you and the guessing games..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish you all the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5350982261313370433-2724265045806157333?l=joyce-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/2724265045806157333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/2724265045806157333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-is-me.blogspot.com/2009/10/1.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009241497698448153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpVxDS3d5D8/Ss9cTT8VewI/AAAAAAAAAAw/kynuhlJVnRk/s72-c/jcu_cycle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350982261313370433.post-2490232757924408711</id><published>2009-09-26T01:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T01:21:20.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally DONE!</title><content type='html'>The exams are over&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I don't have to retake any modules&lt;br /&gt;Its not only about the time, its also about the money -,-&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, if I'm able to get through&lt;br /&gt;Modules I'll be taking next sem:&lt;br /&gt;Some stats module,&lt;br /&gt;Some human development psych,&lt;br /&gt;Sociology&lt;br /&gt;And most importantly, FORENSIC PSYCH!&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to my next semester&lt;br /&gt;((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know why&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you're getting nowhere outta my mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;nowhere near me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;x,x&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5350982261313370433-2490232757924408711?l=joyce-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/2490232757924408711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/2490232757924408711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-is-me.blogspot.com/2009/09/finally-done.html' title='Finally DONE!'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009241497698448153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350982261313370433.post-1761823487454391176</id><published>2009-09-24T00:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T01:06:43.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebounding</title><content type='html'>I'm having this rebound effect&lt;br /&gt;Studied too much during the studying week&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel like studying at all just the day before the exam&lt;br /&gt;Think I'm really drained&lt;br /&gt;So much so that I cannot understand the things people tell me&lt;br /&gt;Super blurish looking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its ending soon though&lt;br /&gt;Ending soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Barbie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A plastic blonde doll; victim of decapitation; supermodel body; a symbol of bimboism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.urbandictionary.com'&gt;(Urban Dictionary)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disappear from my mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;please..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5350982261313370433-1761823487454391176?l=joyce-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/1761823487454391176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/1761823487454391176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-is-me.blogspot.com/2009/09/rebounding.html' title='Rebounding'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009241497698448153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350982261313370433.post-6932518843571558433</id><published>2009-09-22T03:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T03:20:43.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iPhone</title><content type='html'>I want a white iPhone&lt;br /&gt;But there isnt any for sale&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, recommend me some other phone&lt;br /&gt;All I ask for it to have is a nice design and  WiFi&lt;br /&gt;Preferably white in colour&lt;br /&gt;Thats all.&lt;br /&gt;x,x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;((=&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5350982261313370433-6932518843571558433?l=joyce-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/6932518843571558433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/6932518843571558433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-is-me.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-phone.html' title='iPhone'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009241497698448153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350982261313370433.post-1180839448123015978</id><published>2009-09-17T01:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T02:19:42.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>things havent been going well. being caught between 2 things and doing either doesnt really make me happy. to top it off, it had to be stupid mistakes i made in the past that resulted in all these events that are happening..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so sorry, if only there re things i can do to make up i would.&lt;br /&gt;im really sorry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my heart is made of flesh, really.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5350982261313370433-1180839448123015978?l=joyce-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/1180839448123015978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/1180839448123015978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-is-me.blogspot.com/2009/09/things-havent-been-going-well.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009241497698448153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350982261313370433.post-4217767072893508280</id><published>2009-09-10T01:00:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T01:36:34.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random laugh</title><content type='html'>Found this in FB that is damn funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to and &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/"&gt;http://www.urbandictionary.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type in your answer to each question in the search box&lt;br /&gt;Write the first definition it gives you&lt;br /&gt;Or the one that suits you&lt;br /&gt;Or the funniest one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Your Name: Joyce&lt;br /&gt;A Really sweet girl who is perfect for Someone, period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Ziqian isn't defined, yet ))=]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Age: 20&lt;br /&gt;the number before 21 and after 19. generally used when counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. One of your friends? Vina&lt;br /&gt;the best looking girl that could possibly be alive today; the cutest girl in high school or maybe the world !!!; a good friend; an outgoing girl; a kool girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Okay, ying chee, zhangmin and jesslin are not defined yet. Then, Vina came to my mind xD] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What should you be doing: Studying&lt;br /&gt;A blend of the words "student" and "dying," used to convey the slow and painful methods schools use to corrupt the youth into socio-economic puppets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Favorite color: White&lt;br /&gt;Contrary to popular belief the word "white" is not a racial comment or slur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Favorite number: 7&lt;br /&gt;The fiercest digit known to man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Cause 7 8 9 -,-]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;7 ate 9 for those who still cannot understand HAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Month of your birthday: July&lt;br /&gt;A month when mostly the hottest girls are born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Apparently it applies to men as well]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Last person you talked to? Mum&lt;br /&gt;A word americans don't know how to spell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[They usually spell it as 'Mom']&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. One of your nicknames? Dinosaur&lt;br /&gt;Really big bloody reptile thing that used to live a long long time ago and they ate eachother and said "rawr!". Sometimes there were boring dinosaurs that were small and/or ate plants because they sucked. However some of them could fly and stuff, which was awesome. They also said "rawr".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Nah, I use ROAR!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other words I tried out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psychology&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an interesting class to take for a semester, but anyone that majors in it is really just trying to figure themselves out. All the people with psych degrees are usually the most messed up, they think the more they learn the more they might figure out their own problems. Then they graduate, and tell other people whats wrong with them...it's healthy, I swear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psychologist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A certified and trained prostitute of the mind, who naturally charges for his/her services by the hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Example given: Sigmund Freud]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nature's way of tricking people into reproducing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[The first one was too lengthy, type it out and read it yourself there lol]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this is more than enough&lt;br /&gt;I should be really studying lolol&lt;br /&gt;Cause I wanna play on friday ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;想爱却不敢爱&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5350982261313370433-4217767072893508280?l=joyce-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/4217767072893508280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/4217767072893508280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-is-me.blogspot.com/2009/09/random-laugh.html' title='Random laugh'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009241497698448153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350982261313370433.post-8815823610501379615</id><published>2009-08-31T00:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T01:01:31.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish-List</title><content type='html'>There're so many things I wanna do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dye my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;colour faded, hair grown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Get a motorbike license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;for fun, but my mum's totally discouraging me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Do my own blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;rid some dust, there's a need to revise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Buy new stuff to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;clothes (the forever), jacket, slippers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Go overseas on a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;anywhere will do, its the company that matters xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the never-ending wants..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm addicted to the chasing rather than winning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5350982261313370433-8815823610501379615?l=joyce-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/8815823610501379615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/8815823610501379615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-is-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/wish-list.html' title='Wish-List'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009241497698448153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350982261313370433.post-8848016446673551941</id><published>2009-08-26T03:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T03:20:01.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when you're not around</title><content type='html'>They say that no one in this world is indispensable. &lt;br /&gt;If you're gone, someone else will replace you.&lt;br /&gt;They will do the things you usually do. &lt;br /&gt;The world will still continue making its rounds.&lt;br /&gt;The sun rise and fall.&lt;br /&gt;The rain still falls, water still flows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will say that in this world, you're my one and only.&lt;br /&gt;If you're gone, no one else will be able to replace you in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;No one will be able to do the things you usually do for me.&lt;br /&gt;My world will stop.&lt;br /&gt;My sun never rise.&lt;br /&gt;And the only thing left falling and flowing will be my tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fluctuations of my mood.&lt;br /&gt;Get used to it already ((=&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5350982261313370433-8848016446673551941?l=joyce-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/8848016446673551941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/8848016446673551941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-is-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-youre-not-around.html' title='when you&apos;re not around'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009241497698448153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350982261313370433.post-4679367118654124226</id><published>2009-08-25T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T23:17:18.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything's wrong!!</title><content type='html'>WTHF IS WRONG WITH EVERYBODY HUH??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5350982261313370433-4679367118654124226?l=joyce-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/4679367118654124226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/4679367118654124226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-is-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/everythings-wrong.html' title='Everything&apos;s wrong!!'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009241497698448153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350982261313370433.post-739273671711131722</id><published>2009-08-25T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T00:22:24.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit</title><content type='html'>I totally lost myself today&lt;br /&gt;Shan't go into the details&lt;br /&gt;Else everyone will think I'm very bad.. Lol&lt;br /&gt;I feel very bad though, very very bad&lt;br /&gt;Adding to the amount of stress/urgency I'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;This totally sucks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm planning for a change&lt;br /&gt;First step will be to save money&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the first step will succeed&lt;br /&gt;Else later steps will never happen..&lt;br /&gt;Gaaaah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sorry doesn't mean anything even when you're feeling sorry&lt;br /&gt;Oh fuck..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5350982261313370433-739273671711131722?l=joyce-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/739273671711131722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/739273671711131722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-is-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/shit.html' title='Shit'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009241497698448153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350982261313370433.post-2411568194274806985</id><published>2009-08-24T01:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T01:59:57.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mum Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eIRkNK8xEHo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eIRkNK8xEHo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koped from &lt;a href='http://eternal-starx.blogspot.com/'&gt;Chii Hian&lt;/a&gt; blog&lt;br /&gt;God dang funny!!&lt;br /&gt;Made my stressed up and boring chiong-ing night abieet less stressful..&lt;br /&gt;Lol ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nope I cannot rewind&lt;br /&gt;I can only reminisce&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5350982261313370433-2411568194274806985?l=joyce-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/2411568194274806985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/2411568194274806985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-is-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/mum-song.html' title='The Mum Song'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009241497698448153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350982261313370433.post-4173582971336697937</id><published>2009-08-22T01:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T02:11:53.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not at my Best</title><content type='html'>Oh shuddap..&lt;br /&gt;I'm just jealous&lt;br /&gt;Its the sin I commit the god damn most (&gt;.x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play&lt;br /&gt;Now I need a place to hide away&lt;br /&gt;Oh I believe in yesterday&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5350982261313370433-4173582971336697937?l=joyce-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/4173582971336697937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/4173582971336697937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-is-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/not-at-my-best.html' title='Not at my Best'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009241497698448153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350982261313370433.post-5931683161013173447</id><published>2009-08-15T02:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T03:02:05.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c133/joyceqian/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00922.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c133/joyceqian/DSC00922.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" width=280 height=390&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Because someday, you might say yes.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to miss it.&lt;br /&gt;(Koped from Chii Hian xD)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5350982261313370433-5931683161013173447?l=joyce-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;Something's wrong with blogger.&lt;br /&gt;Something's wrong with me too.&lt;br /&gt;I have been contradicting with myself for so long,&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea where I stand now.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I try too hard to make myself look good.&lt;br /&gt;As in, character.&lt;br /&gt;I'm good looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thought I took the step to change.&lt;br /&gt;Only to realise that what I've changed is only the surface,&lt;br /&gt;Which is lacking in support from underneath.&lt;br /&gt;Its breaking apart.&lt;br /&gt;))=&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5350982261313370433-1006030184671920675?l=joyce-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/1006030184671920675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/1006030184671920675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-is-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/whats-problem-with-you.html' title='What&apos;s the problem with you?'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009241497698448153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350982261313370433.post-2173826713503547318</id><published>2009-08-08T00:38:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T00:58:09.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lousy Grades )=</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c133/joyceqian/?action=view&amp;current=jiayoujoyce.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c133/joyceqian/jiayoujoyce.gif" border="0" alt="by_zm" width=300 height=350&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size='1'&gt;(by loads of love from the pretty girl in photo)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, despite the title, my week's been cool.&lt;br /&gt;I'll open up the comment for uhh, people to comment..?&lt;br /&gt;Its been 3 days since I last had a proper sleep.&lt;br /&gt;And haven't been sleeping for the past 40 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Bloody pimples' been popping out of my face here and there.&lt;br /&gt;Urgghh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Life hasn't been this happy.&lt;br /&gt;But maybe there are still things I cannot let go.&lt;br /&gt;)=&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5350982261313370433-2173826713503547318?l=joyce-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/2173826713503547318'/><link rel='self' 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height=200&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is evidence showing that I have been studying.&lt;br /&gt;My drawing suck so much that I amuse even myself.&lt;br /&gt;lololol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Problems we're so used to,&lt;br /&gt;we began to think there isn't any.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5350982261313370433-3104025635037709532?l=joyce-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/3104025635037709532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/3104025635037709532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-is-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-august.html' title='Hello August'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009241497698448153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350982261313370433.post-8745255410980761101</id><published>2009-07-29T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T23:01:09.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=/=</title><content type='html'>I'm not rich,&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't mean that I'm poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not attached,&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't mean that I'm not loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not perfect,&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't mean that I'm no good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;I totally love myself.&lt;br /&gt;And you, you, you, you, you, you, you and a lot of yous.&lt;br /&gt;((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm evilly sweet.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5350982261313370433-8745255410980761101?l=joyce-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/8745255410980761101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/8745255410980761101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-is-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='=/='/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009241497698448153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350982261313370433.post-2812879005796499570</id><published>2009-07-27T00:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T00:41:40.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM SO DAMN DUMB SRSLY!!!</title><content type='html'>WHY?? WHY DID I CHOOSE TO TAKE IT UP??&lt;br /&gt;NOW I CANNOT JUST LET GO LIKE THAT!!!&lt;br /&gt;WHY?? WHY DID I CHOOSE TO TAKE IT UP??&lt;br /&gt;NOW I HAVE TO SPEND SO MUCH TIME AND MONEY TRAVELING&lt;br /&gt;JUST TO GET THE FEW PATHETIC BUCKS!!&lt;br /&gt;I HOPE THAT THEY LL JUST DISLIKE ME THEN DISCARD ME AWAY!!&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE HATE ME!!&lt;br /&gt;WHY WAS I SO STUPID??&lt;br /&gt;WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY??&lt;br /&gt;TIME IS PRECIOUS, AND I'M WASTING IT LIKE NOBODY'S BUSINESS!!!&lt;br /&gt;WTF IS WRONG WITH ME??&lt;br /&gt;WHY WAS I SOOO STUPID??&lt;br /&gt;ROOOOOOOOOOOARR!!!!&lt;br /&gt;DAMMIT DAMMIT DAMMIT DAMMIT DAMMIT DAMMIT DAMMIT DAMMIT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;OK I THINK I'M FEELING BETTER!!!&lt;br /&gt;OR MAYBE I'M JUST PSYCHO-ING MYSELF!!&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5350982261313370433-2812879005796499570?l=joyce-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/2812879005796499570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/2812879005796499570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-is-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-so-damn-dumb-srsly.html' title='I AM SO DAMN DUMB SRSLY!!!'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009241497698448153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350982261313370433.post-1050033042647935740</id><published>2009-07-13T00:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T01:13:33.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory Box</title><content type='html'>I have this box that I keep all the letters/notes I receive&lt;br /&gt;I kinda go through it every time I pack my stuff&lt;br /&gt;And the trend I found is that, they're all very old&lt;br /&gt;Yellowish-torn-and-tattered-here-and-there letters&lt;br /&gt;The oldest one I think goes back to 2001&lt;br /&gt;It means that nowadays, I don't really receive any handwritten letters&lt;br /&gt;Its a pity..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking bout those letters, there's one I wanna post:&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Dear Joyce,&lt;br /&gt;Although we don't have small talk together,&lt;br /&gt;You've always been a good student,&lt;br /&gt;Trying your best to achieve the results that you want.&lt;br /&gt;Continue to work hard and be successful in whatever you do.&lt;br /&gt;Good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Tan SA&lt;br /&gt;29//08/05&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot remember who exactly is this person&lt;br /&gt;Or why did I keep this note that she wrote me&lt;br /&gt;But reading it now makes me feel a little more motivated&lt;br /&gt;So I was a good student who tries my best to achieve results that I want eh&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't really one when I was in poly =x&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember seeing this note the last few times I shuffled through the box&lt;br /&gt;It came out now as though its trying to tell me something&lt;br /&gt;Haha, okay, I'm thinking too much into it&lt;br /&gt;But I'm glad I kept it (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If I could rewind my own life&lt;br /&gt;I guess I would most probably walk down the same path&lt;br /&gt;Just maybe with a little more sociable attitude&lt;br /&gt;(=&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S - The latest Jonas Brothers album, 'Lines, Vines and Trying Times' is pretty good. Don't ask me to share though =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5350982261313370433-1050033042647935740?l=joyce-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/1050033042647935740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/1050033042647935740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-is-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/memory-box.html' title='Memory Box'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009241497698448153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350982261313370433.post-9067186578322179283</id><published>2009-07-11T21:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T22:19:40.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To Me</title><content type='html'>Thanks all those for remembering my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks all those who came and wished me happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you:&lt;br /&gt;Lovely stars &amp; Poly men&lt;br /&gt;Lovely cousins&lt;br /&gt;Lovely Uni mates&lt;br /&gt;Lovely random people&lt;br /&gt;(Sorry for not naming everyone out kay..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about random people is that even though they're random,&lt;br /&gt;They come and wish you happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't usually do that so.. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;Random people are cool kay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my birthday resolution should be to stop being so freaking sensitive&lt;br /&gt;Getting irritated over little things..&lt;br /&gt;Although it may be a good thing to be happy over little things..&lt;br /&gt;But looking into little things makes it so tiring..&lt;br /&gt;Little little things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I've moved back..&lt;br /&gt;So it means I have to travel 1.5hr to school starting from next week&lt;br /&gt;The bad thing about moving back is not only this..&lt;br /&gt;Its just complicated.. Zzzzz&lt;br /&gt;Although Ima typical Cancerian who loves to be home,&lt;br /&gt;But not this time round..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For school, its the end of the 2nd week&lt;br /&gt;I haven't really started mugging, although I should&lt;br /&gt;But its so sad to be mugging on my birthday&lt;br /&gt;So I'll start tomorrow instead (=&lt;br /&gt;Really glad that I'm happy to be schooling&lt;br /&gt;All thanks to my lovely girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I hope I haven't done anything terribly wrong&lt;br /&gt;It puts me in a terrible dilemma&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I'm just thinking too much into it&lt;br /&gt;-,-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5350982261313370433-9067186578322179283?l=joyce-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/9067186578322179283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/9067186578322179283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-is-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday To Me'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009241497698448153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350982261313370433.post-7354757673735146974</id><published>2009-07-03T17:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T18:27:30.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of First Week!</title><content type='html'>Like, CAN YOU BELIEVE IT??&lt;br /&gt;I was like having nothing to do at all moments ago&lt;br /&gt;And now, the first week of school is over.&lt;br /&gt;But even though it's only the first week&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I should be opening my very expensive textbooks,&lt;br /&gt;And start studying already..&lt;br /&gt;But oh wells, I managed to get to know a whole bunch of new people,&lt;br /&gt;Which was plenty cool..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even so, I'm feeling very wtf right now.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know, maybe its because of the difference in the expectation and outcome,&lt;br /&gt;That is resulting in the huge gap called disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;I must have been a very evil and rotten person my past life or something.&lt;br /&gt;That's why its coming back to eat me now.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe its because I expected too much,&lt;br /&gt;So that's why I feel so wtf.&lt;br /&gt;Yea, maybe a sms was too much to ask for after all.&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone's as free as me you see.&lt;br /&gt;Must be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me bout the self-perception questionnaire done yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;If I had done it now or later,&lt;br /&gt;I would have chosen a whole new set of different answers, lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You either bend or break yourself to fit in their space.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5350982261313370433-7354757673735146974?l=joyce-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/7354757673735146974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/7354757673735146974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-is-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/end-of-first-week.html' title='The End of First Week!'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009241497698448153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350982261313370433.post-3130358382760368160</id><published>2009-06-27T01:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T02:07:28.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And I thought I was already on firm ground.&lt;br /&gt;Only realized I was still on cloud nine after I fell.&lt;br /&gt;The most wtf thing is..&lt;br /&gt;All the good looking people are already attached..&lt;br /&gt;天理何在？！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;My girlfriend lives in the club&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5350982261313370433-3130358382760368160?l=joyce-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/3130358382760368160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/3130358382760368160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-is-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-i-thought-i-was-already-on-firm.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009241497698448153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350982261313370433.post-8362572815301280738</id><published>2009-06-21T23:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T23:02:01.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day</title><content type='html'>Woops, it has got nothing to do with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your face is blur in my thoughts.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5350982261313370433-8362572815301280738?l=joyce-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/8362572815301280738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/8362572815301280738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-is-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009241497698448153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350982261313370433.post-668496762157573967</id><published>2009-05-29T13:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T13:38:05.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beat 'round the Bush</title><content type='html'>I'll just say things plainly.&lt;br /&gt;I think the graduation ceremony was just for experience.&lt;br /&gt;'cause either way, I'm starting school next month.&lt;br /&gt;'cause either way, we'll all say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I've got a friend who's so in love.&lt;br /&gt;Her sweetness turned sour right under my nose.&lt;br /&gt;Bad friend!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5350982261313370433-668496762157573967?l=joyce-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/668496762157573967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/668496762157573967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-is-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/beat-round-bush.html' title='Beat &apos;round the Bush'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009241497698448153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350982261313370433.post-5552323874747191284</id><published>2009-05-24T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T14:45:00.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As We Go On</title><content type='html'>Was out with my primary school friends yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;About 20 or so turned up for the dinner.&lt;br /&gt;How amazing!&lt;br /&gt;After 7 or 8 years.&lt;br /&gt;Although we have gathering almost every year.&lt;br /&gt;But I kinda forgot when was the last time I met with them.&lt;br /&gt;So it must have been pretty long.&lt;br /&gt;Still, I got to see many of them.&lt;br /&gt;Although there are a few who no one has any idea what happened to them.&lt;br /&gt;But yes, I still recognise all of them.&lt;br /&gt;Their names at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our form teacher came too.&lt;br /&gt;The classic thing was.&lt;br /&gt;He came, sat down, took out a stack of paper, and started taking attendance.&lt;br /&gt;The paper was like a form we filled in, if I didn't remember wrongly, when we first started Primary 6.&lt;br /&gt;It was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;Cause some of them had their photos attached to the form.&lt;br /&gt;So you can imagine how toot they used to be when they were much younger. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course you can imagine what's the FAQs flying around.&lt;br /&gt;Mainly things like, "What are you doing now? Working/Studying?"&lt;br /&gt;Things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I reached, I was still with the mentality of wanting to catch my F4 on TV.&lt;br /&gt;But when we walked out of the restaurant,&lt;br /&gt;the shops were all closing already.&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, some of us went elsewhere to have a drink and chat.&lt;br /&gt;By the time I got home, even Guess had ended. -,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, that's how time works when you're having fun.&lt;br /&gt;It flies.&lt;br /&gt;So I guess we'll have to wait till the next gathering.&lt;br /&gt;Which is not gonna be too long away.&lt;br /&gt;Although the group may not be as large as this.&lt;br /&gt;But hopefully it'll happen. Gaaaahh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note.&lt;br /&gt;I'm always amazed by the quality pictures my phone can take.&lt;br /&gt;But it so happens that the battery always go flat during important times.&lt;br /&gt;Managed to take only a few pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Which were very nice.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I can't upload to the computer due to the 1001 reasons.&lt;br /&gt;)=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;We'll remember all the times we had together.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5350982261313370433-5552323874747191284?l=joyce-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/5552323874747191284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/5552323874747191284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-is-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/as-we-go-on.html' title='As We Go On'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009241497698448153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350982261313370433.post-4920527415490287669</id><published>2009-05-24T14:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T14:11:07.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumplings - Price List</title><content type='html'>The estimated amount spent this year in making vegetarian dumplings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaves &amp; Rice: $15&lt;br /&gt;Vegetarian Ingredients: $50&lt;br /&gt;Gas: $15&lt;br /&gt;Water used: $5&lt;br /&gt;Miscellaneous: $10&lt;br /&gt;Effort &amp; Time: Priceless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously my mum's the one making them.&lt;br /&gt;I was only the assistant.&lt;br /&gt;Heh (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Someone once told me,&lt;br /&gt;"If its something that can be solved with money,&lt;br /&gt;then it won't be too much of a problem."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5350982261313370433-4920527415490287669?l=joyce-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/4920527415490287669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/4920527415490287669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-is-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/dumplings-price-list.html' title='Dumplings - Price List'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009241497698448153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350982261313370433.post-5088123882470883088</id><published>2009-05-20T23:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T12:42:12.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come Come Paradise</title><content type='html'>After I came back home.&lt;br /&gt;Life's been plenty bored.&lt;br /&gt;My mum's laptop's pretty slow.&lt;br /&gt;Play game super lag.&lt;br /&gt;My PS in my cousin's house.&lt;br /&gt;Hai, suddenly I can't wait for school to start.&lt;br /&gt;25th's the orientation.&lt;br /&gt;29th's the first day.&lt;br /&gt;JUNE!!&lt;br /&gt;One more month!!&lt;br /&gt;Zzzzomg!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Wanna-Do List:&lt;br /&gt;Movies!!&lt;br /&gt;Da Vinci The Genius!!&lt;br /&gt;Badminton!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what to do?&lt;br /&gt;I'm the only god-damn-free person around.&lt;br /&gt;For now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;To the world, I may be the most impatient person.&lt;br /&gt;To you, I can be the world's most patient one.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5350982261313370433-5088123882470883088?l=joyce-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/5088123882470883088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/5088123882470883088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-is-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/come-come-paradise.html' title='Come Come Paradise'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009241497698448153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350982261313370433.post-4664375391839182630</id><published>2009-05-19T19:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T19:54:21.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Statistics</title><content type='html'>Lets do some counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to pay my first installment for my tuition fees.&lt;br /&gt;It took me about &lt;b&gt;1.5 hours&lt;/b&gt; to get there.&lt;br /&gt;Due to the bloody waiting time for buses to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;It cost me &lt;b&gt;$1.50&lt;/b&gt; for the journey.&lt;br /&gt;It'll cost me &lt;b&gt;$60&lt;/b&gt; bucks per month on transportation.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't count me going elsewhere besides to and fro school and home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to pay the fees.&lt;br /&gt;The first installment was &lt;b&gt;$*,***&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The GST was &lt;b&gt;$***&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The total GST amounts to &lt;b&gt;$*,***&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Like WTF!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, the end.&lt;br /&gt;I'll vomit more blood if I continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The saddest part wasn't the fact that you broke my heart.&lt;br /&gt;It was the fact that you didn't know you broke my heart.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5350982261313370433-4664375391839182630?l=joyce-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/4664375391839182630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/4664375391839182630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-is-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/statistics.html' title='Statistics'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009241497698448153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350982261313370433.post-3528708711319936308</id><published>2009-05-18T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T01:10:58.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will not be Me without You</title><content type='html'>Although I love to grumble but I do realise all the good things that happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;And all the good things/people that are around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be studying (again) soon.&lt;br /&gt;Psychology.&lt;br /&gt;Something that everyone will ask why I want to study.&lt;br /&gt;No doubt, my mum and my bro asked bout it too.&lt;br /&gt;Although they did ask why is it so expensive to study there,&lt;br /&gt;But they are pretty supportive.&lt;br /&gt;My dad too, yea..&lt;br /&gt;My brother agreed to be my guarantor, and help me return part of the loan.&lt;br /&gt;Although in the end I decided not to get bank loan (due to other reasons).&lt;br /&gt;My dad, totally don't know what the hell I'm studying.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know bout my results or anything.&lt;br /&gt;Told me that he'll help pay my fees.&lt;br /&gt;He supports me in his way.&lt;br /&gt;My mum, totally support me all the way!&lt;br /&gt;I don't think she really understood what I've been studying for the past 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;Only know I study computer stuff.&lt;br /&gt;But she still support me to study what I want.&lt;br /&gt;Even though she knows my results aren't the super good kind.&lt;br /&gt;Just cause I told her its what I want.&lt;br /&gt;And the local Unis all rejected me.&lt;br /&gt;I told myself I will not bow down to circumstances that do not allow me to do the things I want.&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, without my mum to support me I will still have to.&lt;br /&gt;My stubbornness and pride.&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky aren't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You who saw this post have one responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;If one day, I stray from my path.&lt;br /&gt;If one day, I do things that let these people down.&lt;br /&gt;Give me one tight slap in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am god damn worried about the path I'm gonna walk down.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't be worrying about everything and stay at the same place forever.&lt;br /&gt;(Psycho-s myself &gt;&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note.&lt;br /&gt;Something good happened.&lt;br /&gt;Because of something that I did a little while before.&lt;br /&gt;Because of something that accidentally happened a little little while before.&lt;br /&gt;Whether is it god, or fate, or whatever you call/believe.&lt;br /&gt;It was simple, amazing, and sweet. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't think it was wrong for me to miss you.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think ist was wrong for me to wanna see you.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think it was wrong for me to be nice to you.&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing wrong with me falling in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;I think.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5350982261313370433-3528708711319936308?l=joyce-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/3528708711319936308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/3528708711319936308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-is-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-will-not-be-me-without-you.html' title='I will not be Me without You'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009241497698448153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350982261313370433.post-7124741679038446940</id><published>2009-05-14T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T22:50:47.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Now?</title><content type='html'>Okay, after sometime, I'm back here again.&lt;br /&gt;Actually I wasn't really away, just that now people can see this again.&lt;br /&gt;My dashboard has like don't know how many blogs already.&lt;br /&gt;My joyce-is-me's sister blogs, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been doing nothing since after the trip to Genting.&lt;br /&gt;Its been more than 2 months already.&lt;br /&gt;No job, no nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Spent some of my time at my cousin's.&lt;br /&gt;For the past month, haven't been home.&lt;br /&gt;But its been good.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been exactly missing home.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's asking me about that, so here you go, haha.&lt;br /&gt;Have been going back to MY pretty frequently too.&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I'm also going back, again.&lt;br /&gt;Although I just came back on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting school next month.&lt;br /&gt;James Cook University, Bachelor of Psychology.&lt;br /&gt;I should be feeling excited, but then.. Heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing.&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely detest people who breaks promises.&lt;br /&gt;If you broke me one, you're out of my list, permanently.&lt;br /&gt;If you can't keep it, then don't make it.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you!&lt;br /&gt;Friends are family we choose for ourselves, fortunately.&lt;br /&gt;But come on, you know I treat my friends well, right?&lt;br /&gt;Heh =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Should I go on?&lt;br /&gt;Or should I give up?&lt;br /&gt;But I haven't even started anything.&lt;br /&gt;x,x&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5350982261313370433-7124741679038446940?l=joyce-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/7124741679038446940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5350982261313370433/posts/default/7124741679038446940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyce-is-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-now.html' title='What Now?'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009241497698448153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
