<?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-34457523</id><updated>2011-07-08T12:37:24.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonders.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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>293</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-5745088960580036801</id><published>2009-07-25T22:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T22:33:12.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shifted.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me know if you want to know the address.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joce (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-5745088960580036801?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/5745088960580036801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=5745088960580036801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/5745088960580036801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/5745088960580036801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/07/shifted.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-2282363665821116262</id><published>2009-07-05T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T21:57:45.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Cheer 2009.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;The blue and yellow poms waving in the air and the sea of blue people in the stadium brought back lots of fond memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But most importantly, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;BLITZERZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; finally got CHAMPIONS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(: I'm going to use the word 'we' because I really really feel very attached to SMK BUD (4).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We started out as a new comer, but losing the newcomer title to the very first all-boys team. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, we peaked. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then we disappeared again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, we're back FULL FORCE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So proud of them!! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was sitting at the dynamitez side though. And i belive dj and bu4 are kinda big rivals. So it was a bit scary trying to cheer for blitzerz but who cares la right, this isnt as if its like man u against liverpool or sth. Although it is, red against blue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yijiet and Bobby regret supporting dynamitez now. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I do believe its easier to forget someone if you start hating them.&lt;div&gt;Or start, suddenly seeing a lot of their bad points and repeating them to yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least that's what I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I succeeded a bit too much I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 days more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Excited. Sad. Scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FULAMAK.&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/34457523-2282363665821116262?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/2282363665821116262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=2282363665821116262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/2282363665821116262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/2282363665821116262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/07/cheer-2009.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-6494821781443163357</id><published>2009-07-03T01:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T01:10:43.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a first for everything.</title><content type='html'>1. First time taking family portrait.&lt;div&gt;Well firstly I'm not a fan of make up. I think people who put make up almost everyday suddenly lose their natural beauty after a while. Anyway, so we had to put make up, wear dresses. So embarassing walking from the car to the photo studio. People were looking at us! And posing for the camera is so tiring. My jaws were numb after a while had to keep exercising the jaw. We look good though! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. First time treating parents to dinner with our own money&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hard earned pay! (: Funny though my parents, gave them a choice to choose, they chose subway. Haha. Start small, they said. Yeah, when I'm earning banyak wang then only we'll go to some fancy restaurant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. First time dying my hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Self-dyed! (: Joanna did it for me. It costed me only 20 ringgit. (: As compared to doing it outside. And I'm pretty satisfied with the results. It's not obvious, but under the sun there's a shade or reddish brown. Maybe next time when I'm braver I'll make it redder. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, been meeting up with lots of people lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met tengjun and peter on tuesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bumped into joel on Wed at OU and also huangtang! I always bump into huangtang at OU. Every once a year when he's back for holidays (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to MU to buy books, then bumped into honjian. Such a coincidence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And last night, met up with lydia who's back from brisbane! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tmr, meeting the Asean gang, and also lydia and gang . (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday is free for the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday is church and cheer! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday meeting denise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Byebye. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-6494821781443163357?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/6494821781443163357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=6494821781443163357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/6494821781443163357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/6494821781443163357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/07/theres-first-for-everything.html' title='There&apos;s a first for everything.'/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-3375649588983773188</id><published>2009-06-30T13:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T13:42:21.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(: Hello people.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm back from a long break.  Not that long, but it seems that for the past few weeks i've been doing so many things that it feels like i've been away for quite a while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall summarize the trips:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Genting trip was fun (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lame, but fun. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Singapore trip was, happy, and sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(: Didn't shop much, wasn't in the mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now i'm back. Halfway packing my stuff. I'm excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh blogging is boring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-3375649588983773188?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/3375649588983773188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=3375649588983773188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/3375649588983773188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/3375649588983773188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-people.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-3120697311139807488</id><published>2009-06-20T16:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T16:27:20.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Short updates:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Visa approved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Still worried about scholarship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Genting from Mon to Wed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Singapore and Johor from Wed to Mon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Shopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Packing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Exhausted. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-3120697311139807488?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/3120697311139807488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=3120697311139807488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/3120697311139807488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/3120697311139807488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/06/short-updates-1.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-8593751751902169807</id><published>2009-06-17T20:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T21:07:36.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WAHH. I don't know whether it's coz i'm really dumb or sth but I always seem confused by instructions. ANU just sent me their accommodation offer and I'm really really lost at what to do because there are so many forms and some of them overlap and some of them doesn't seem fill-able. Confused.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do hope to get everything done before I go genting and singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been a tiring tiring week. Today I did my medical check up. No blood test. (: LALALA. Gembira sangat when I found out. Went all over the place in KL buying ISIC and Enrich Grads cards just to get a total of 30 kg when I travel by MAS, which I got, in the end. So all's good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best thing about a non-low cost flight is the FOOD! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love aeroplane food I think it's the most amazing thing ever. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-8593751751902169807?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/8593751751902169807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=8593751751902169807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/8593751751902169807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/8593751751902169807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/06/wahh.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-8389890970182740857</id><published>2009-06-16T23:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T00:19:14.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracles happen, once in a while.</title><content type='html'>Interview was alright. But somehow i have this not so good feeling. It's instinct, telling me not to raise my hopes up high. Well, I'm going to accept anything that comes in my way if that is God's will. (:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all I feel like saying. Bye (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-8389890970182740857?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/8389890970182740857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=8389890970182740857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/8389890970182740857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/8389890970182740857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/06/miracles-happen-once-in-while.html' title='Miracles happen, once in a while.'/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-4930868523439722661</id><published>2009-06-12T12:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T13:14:38.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Today we paid the deposit for ANU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Logically speaking&lt;/b&gt;, if my main aim tertiary education is to get a high paying career or rewarding career, I would choose Imperial College, right? Most employers know Imperial College, whereas how many people actually know Australian National University? I tell people I'm going to ANU and they go 'huh what's that' or 'where is that'. But you say Imperial and everyone goes 'wow.'. And now that I say I choose ANU some people say 'Wasted.'&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;As in opportunity wasted, not drunk.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing is it's going to be a good 4 years of my life. I should choose according to the q&lt;b&gt;uality of those 4 years&lt;/b&gt; right? &lt;i&gt;Or the quality of the later years?&lt;/i&gt; Well, anyway, I feel that in Australia, I would have more fun. I would feel more at home/comfortable as I know I definitely have friends in almost all the important/popular states in Australia, and two very close friends in ANU. That gives me the support i need. Also, I take into account the course itself. A double degree as compared to a Maths degree. I have no intentions on pursuing a Masters yet, so which means that as of now, ANU is a more viable option. I don't even have to mention distance from home. And most importantly the culture. Canberra is more of a town, not city. Not really a town, but it's definitely much less city than places like Melbourne, Sydney. We don't even have to bring London into the picture. I like that culture. I'm not a city kid. I'm more of a .. town kid. Although pontian is kind of an extreme town though. Maybe Canberra will be like Petaling Jaya, and that's good enough for me (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know that NUS is definitely out of the picture now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Between ANU and Imperial, if I don't have scholarship, I will go ANU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I do get a scholarship for any country, I will go ANU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only changing factor is IF I get a scholarship only to go Imperial. Will I then choose to continue on at ANU self-funded, or withdraw and go to Imperial? I'll cross the bridge when I come to it I guess, if there even is a bridge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pray that I have made the right decision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And thanks for those who are praying for me (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow's the ANU pre departure briefing! I have loads of questions to ask! (: I'm so excited at going to university. When I was in like secondary school and all, I would always admire the older 20plus people in church especially. How mature and how independent they were. And I always wondered how I would be like when I'm at that age and I'm working. But anyway technically speaking I'm still 18, going on 19.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I graduate I'll be 23. If I do honours I'll be 24.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey that's actually a good age (: Perfect age if I want to be married by 30. I feel like I'm planning my whole future already, though meeting the right person really depends on God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With all these things in my head now, it's no wonder I have no energy for any relationship right now. Think University would be a good time for me to really figure out what I want especially in my years just after I graduate. &lt;b&gt;Which will be a long time more, 4 years. (: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait to start packing. Actually I can start already. It's only a mere 3 weeks plus. And since I'm going to be rather busy with Genting coming up and hopefully a short Singapore trip, I think I should start planning on stuff to bring. &lt;i&gt;My limit is only 25 kg though&lt;/i&gt;. Do people ship things across? (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Insomnia is coming back due to all this stress and excitement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe after the interview next week i won't be that stressed and I can have a good sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;AH1N1 is a pandemic now.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I bet all the people my age now are more concerned with Christiano Ronaldo's 80 million pounds (..!!!..) transfer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Miss California getting fired. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should start concentrating on issues such as the very silly debate about Maths and Science in English and the pass english to pass SPM thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I was as talkative now as I was around 5 years ago. I wish I was as thick-skinned as I was then. I wish I was as outspoken as I was back then. But I'm not. Which is not good because I'm talking to little now. I don't like talking. And I do not like interviews. I don't know why people think that because I used to debate last time I can talk well. Yeah, I know, pretty logical right. But bear in mind the style of my debate last time was memorize and talk. I didn't do well in those inpromptu speeches. I stumble and often mumble. I think I have some pyschological fear of speaking. I'm serious okay. Like sometimes I don't like to talk over the phone either. In fact, I am shy to talk over the phone. Or afraid. Whichever. And I have to mentally prepare myself before I call up firms/anyone for that matter regarding any official matters or what not. I can't just, call people up. &lt;b&gt;It's weird.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOW. I just paid my deposit this morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And its 1pm now and I got my Confirmation of Enrolment from the Australian Government already. I'm impressed! Now I can do my visa (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-4930868523439722661?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/4930868523439722661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=4930868523439722661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/4930868523439722661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/4930868523439722661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-we-paid-deposit-for-anu.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-8175447728112986227</id><published>2009-06-11T18:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T19:17:10.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beggars can't be choosers.</title><content type='html'>My stress level now is like. &lt;div&gt;SKY HIGH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or, SUN HIGH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sun's further.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i'm going to ANU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'll stay there for 4 years, unless ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the least you friends can do is give me support.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah. Thanks for all the support to those who did support me (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm still stressed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so don't come and try to change my decision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll taekwondo-kick your nose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be busy busy till next wednesday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Busy working hard, praying, and hoping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-8175447728112986227?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/8175447728112986227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=8175447728112986227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/8175447728112986227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/8175447728112986227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/06/beggars-cant-be-choosers.html' title='Beggars can&apos;t be choosers.'/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-5520766097966019771</id><published>2009-06-08T13:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T13:19:24.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRALALA.</title><content type='html'>(: I drove yesterday. An auto car. &lt;div&gt;Freaking scary. Okay la not that bad coz i had like 3 people all 2 years older than me sitting in the car giving me directions. Kaichi was rather calm though on the passenger seat next to me, hand on handbrake but he didn't have to use it XD. Think I know when to cut lane and all now. I think (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, this weekend was quite hectic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My relatives were in town and we went to Kuala Selangor for seafood and fireflies. Waited like 1 hour plus just for 20 minutes of christmas tree viewings. The fireflies are quite nice, but it was full moon and it was too bright so it wasn't too obvious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TODAY, (: we're going to watch terminator.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then makan malam together-gether.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dreamt that the sime darby interviewers asked truckloads of questions that I didn't know how to answer. :( I think I should go and read the newspapers now. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just finished applying for Imperial's accomodation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why hasn't anu/nus replied about the accomodation huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So fun to find out where you're staying and all. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bounce bounce bounce! (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-5520766097966019771?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/5520766097966019771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=5520766097966019771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/5520766097966019771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/5520766097966019771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/06/fralala.html' title='FRALALA.'/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-1199473318291752002</id><published>2009-06-04T23:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T23:53:56.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quadrandom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. I like people who say your names when you meet them or use your name when you're talking to them.&lt;/span&gt; Like, instead of a 'hi' the person says 'hi jocelyn'. I don't have many friends like that. And I myself don't really call people by name. Even when I was with vince I would call him 'eh'. And even with friends now, just a 'hey yo'. I think names make people feel very special, like '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm saying hi to you and I remember who you are.' &lt;/span&gt;Well if you guys are close of course they remember who you are but maybe its more of the person actually puts effort into talking to you. Like they are concentrated on you alone and not other people. For example on MSN, like if someone says hi it's probably just a normal friend who says hi to just about everyone online. But how often do you get someone who says &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'hi jocelyn (your name here)&lt;/span&gt;.'? I tell you, that really makes me feel very good. And suddenly in the middle of the conversation the person says 'jocelyn, you know. blah blah ' . For some reason it really does feel really nice. I shall try that more often. (: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Trying.&lt;/span&gt; And for some reasons the people i know who does that are mostly from church. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Technology is making people lazy. &lt;/span&gt;You know how in ancient times they write letters and scrolls and put them onto pigeons where the pigeons would fly to whereever to pass on the message? Or even runners who help deliver messages through the word of mouth or parchments? Well right now such communication is reduced to emails, textings, and facebook. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;It's kinda sad. &lt;/span&gt;I'm talking about myself actually. Before, I used to write letters and have penpals and all. Now, I'm so lazy even to pick up my phone to text a friend. I procrastinate because typing those few sentences on the phone just seems like such a chore. Why am I so lazy? Even emails, I take forever to reply them. (btw sorry.) &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Technology makes us lazy!&lt;/span&gt; And if they continue to develop self-steering vehicles, self-washing dishes, self-cleaning bathroom, self-making bed, and self-writing laptops (wow.) we will become fat lazy sumos who just sit around ordering machines to do what used to be simple daily chores. I wonder, if life would lose its meaning then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have so much mixed feelings for Singapore&lt;/span&gt;. I love it and yet I hate it. It's great and yet it's not. It's so dilemma-ish. And I also have mixed feelings for ANU. It sounds great and yet it doesn't. And, surprise surprise, Imperial as well. It sounds nice but not really. I need something that sounds more appealing than it doesn't, and something that sounds more appealing than all the rest. Currently you know what that something is? I&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;t's working in kumon full time (: for the rest of my life, opening a pasar malam stall selling all my favourite food/things, and also writing.&lt;/span&gt; I used to want to do journalism but then I realized that my writing skills suck, and so does my language. It used to be better though, now that I have stopped reading tons and tons of storybooks, my english has gone down the drain and even my grammar is kinda freaking me out. Help! Someone talk to me in some intellectual way. Prepare me for interviews as well (: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And really, I really do like writing. (:&lt;/span&gt; I have a few short stories somewhere in some computers. Sadly I can't find them. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Who has more ego?&lt;/span&gt; Asians or caucasians? Guys or girls? Ahh I believe the answer to the latter question is quite obvious there's no denying that guys are the one with humongous egos. Especially those in power. Their pride is like, a big giant fiery red ball that doesn't go away. If you throw water at it it grows bigger. .. Okay that doesn't make sense but yeah you get what I mean, I hope. As for asians or caucasians, I have no idea. Maybe I'll get this question answered when I do choose to go either Canberra or London or my studies. But then again as Mr. Adrian Bell has taught us, the answer depends on a few factors: about what, the environment, the age, the background. And also that we can't take an extreme stand is this and there is no absolute answer. So, conclusion? Everyone has pride. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 4 paragraphs above was what I was thinking when chatting/emailing/facebook/texting 4 different people today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No. 1 : Winston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No. 2 : Ren Kang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No. 3 : Tiwi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No. 4 : Joseph T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BYEBYE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-1199473318291752002?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1199473318291752002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=1199473318291752002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/1199473318291752002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/1199473318291752002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/06/quadrandom.html' title='Quadrandom.'/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-5275126728381580443</id><published>2009-06-03T18:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T20:25:37.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random.</title><content type='html'>So many things in this world are overrated.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prestigious universities, manchester united, birthdays, marriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do we differentiate friends, and really true friends?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And why is education so important really?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can just rare chickens and sell them and I can earn much more than if i come out fresh from uni with a mathematics degree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Food sells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And like, why are people so mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angels and Demons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mailakat dan Jin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eventhough I knew that guy was the bad guy, I still fell awfully proud when he landed from the parachute (: I think coz he's kinda goodlooking. He's the same guy who acted in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Island&lt;/span&gt;, and I totally loved him there. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay fine I'm not that shallow. It was an okay movie, I expected less for a dan brown book movie. I would say job well done as compared to da vinci, probably because this book is also different, the plot itself is more action packed as compared to da vinci. More killings in this story, horrifying and disgusting killings might I add. Especially the one where he was 'earth'ed to death. I was disapointed that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;they changed the last branding &lt;/span&gt;though, thought it would be the four words combined just like the book. Wonder why they didn't want to use that, too much metal involved probably? Is metal expensive nowadays? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, to those who think the movie is good, if you haven't read the book, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;please go and read it.&lt;/span&gt; It's so interesting and exciting and everything awesome packed into a small awesome book which you can read and reread over and over again and it still gives you the same thrill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, wolverine done,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;angels and demons done,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still haven't watched &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;startrek&lt;/span&gt;, don't think will have a chance to catch it on the big screen;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and also &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;terminator&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anything else?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't really like to pay like 10 bucks to watch comedies or sappy romantic stories. Rather wait for the dvds. Pirated, obviously, don't even have to wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Stethoscopes kill your ear man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no idea how the doctors can tahan that thing in their ear when it is like so sensitive! Just s simple knock hurts my ears. And joanna's stethoscope is pink in colour lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Busy weekend ahead. (: Yay to fun-ness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boo to once a month girl thingy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toodles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-5275126728381580443?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/5275126728381580443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=5275126728381580443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/5275126728381580443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/5275126728381580443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/06/random.html' title='Random.'/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-2907897931829732198</id><published>2009-06-01T19:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T21:55:22.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do you do this to me.</title><content type='html'>Today, Wernchia and I went shopping.&lt;div&gt;It was fun although my mind was on something else. But I shan't let things ruin my day/week. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because today I received an email from Sime Darby calling for the last interview on 16th June. Pray hard for me okay. Coz if i  do well i'll get a scholarship to go either Imperial or ANU! Then I won't have to go back to Singapore, coz I actually am looking for a different environment. (: Different culture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And at the same time ANU has a pre departure briefing on the 13th june. I think I shall go just in case I decide to go there. (: I hope they let me change my course to bachelor of actuarial science + bachelor of econs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh. :( Yawn. EUREKA! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-2907897931829732198?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/2907897931829732198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=2907897931829732198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/2907897931829732198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/2907897931829732198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-do-you-do-this-to-me.html' title='Why do you do this to me.'/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-1192756007990481582</id><published>2009-05-31T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T21:05:55.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lump in my throat;</title><content type='html'>People are hard to read.&lt;div&gt;Hard to understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If only people were books, and the way to understanding them is just to spend time flipping through the pages. But when put like that, people are like books. There's the cover, which is our appearance and of course the famous phrase 'don't judge the book by its cover' because the content could be different. It's like the bible. Just a plain cover, yet the content can be so enriching and important. Similarly, someone could look plain, or normal, but that person could turn out to be the most interesting people we've ever met. And as for understanding people, that just requires time. Time to flip through the pages; time to talk and understand each other's inner feelings. Time and effort, key essentials to understanding a book, people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, this few days have been rather busy for me. And I went shopping again on Saturday and I'm going shopping again tomorrow. For someone who doesn't particularly love shopping I'm sure doing it a lot this week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If only university had school uniform as well. Then I won't have to like wear non uniform clothes everyday. It's such a chore to think of clothes to wear. I miss uniforms. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, ANU, NUS, or Imperial?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No people, I still haven't decided.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to toss a three-headed coin coz I'm in a tri-lemma. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-1192756007990481582?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1192756007990481582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=1192756007990481582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/1192756007990481582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/1192756007990481582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/05/lump-in-my-throat.html' title='A lump in my throat;'/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-656739408580700064</id><published>2009-05-27T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T22:34:42.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow.</title><content type='html'>Today, I went to KL, by public transport, for the first time.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone clap hands! *applause*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, with my sister. We went to pavilion, times square, lowyat, and lastly sungEi wang. Wow KL is freaking crazy okay. I have so many complaints for KL after living in Singapore for two years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Firstly, the public transport.&lt;/span&gt; We should standardize all the different lines, so that when someone wants to change we don have to tap out and tap in again thats just so troublesome. And there should be signboards telling us where to go! And I have a phobia for those open door thingies coz the ones in kl just doesn't work. Even after you tap your card the thing doesnt open, or even if it opens, it closes when you're nearing it or something. Super scary :( They should have some green light where they show that the card is detected. Some has, but some doesn't. And everyone of them should have a touch and go scanner. If not we have to keep jumping and cutting queues. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Secondly, (gee I forgot), ... , ... OH TRAFFIC LIGHTS.&lt;/span&gt; TRAFFIC LIGHTS PEOPLE. They are there for a reason. I seriously don't know how to cross the road in KL. It's like people don't use traffic lights at all. My sis says in Kl, its not you watch the cars, but the cars watch you. That means &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;people have the right of way&lt;/span&gt;? Huh? And it's like we dash across the minute there are no cars even though it's a red man. It makes no sense I mean HELLO traffic light? Green man? Argh. So &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aksdjfapf adogangadg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay anyway sungei wang is a great place to shop (: It's like far east only much cheaper which is awesome (: Spent quite a lot there and I'm so pleased with myself I don't have to shop anymore till like end of the year. .. Haha, no la. I think i'll shop more. But anyway I still prefer online shopping. Can sit at home and just look at the screen (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LALALA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eureka is interesting! (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow I'm watching tian shi and yao guai with winston.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angels and demons. &lt;/span&gt;XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-656739408580700064?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/656739408580700064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=656739408580700064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/656739408580700064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/656739408580700064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/05/wow.html' title='Wow.'/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-196445487659894835</id><published>2009-05-25T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T23:16:26.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>God made women out of men.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Interesting, isn't it?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And dinosaurs are cool. I wish I lived in the time that dinosaurs existed. Can you imagine seeing real dinosaurs? Like dinosaurs whose feet alone is bigger than our bedrooms? To sleep in their footprints. To treat their big pile of crap as a sofa (once it hardens). And slide down their long long necks! And sit on their wings for a ride! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jurassic Park sounds like fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This afternoon I was wondering about life in NUS. And now at 11pm I don't want to go NUS. What the heck is wrong with me why am I so fickle. If only Imperial rejected me and ANU rejects me then I won't have to decide. I would be left with no choice but to go NUS which is actually quite a good opportunity &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(forget all my previous entries)&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taman Negara trip has made me rather exhausted. &lt;/span&gt;Today I watched a new series 'eureka' and also finished up Season 5 of Grey's Anatomy. Touching touching ending. Don't really care about the deaths though. Or the non-deaths. We'll have to wait for season 6 I guess. It sucks that all series have ended and now there's this uber long 3 months break till the next season starts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joshua Ng just completed his econs project on 'How long will you remain single?' It's kinda math-sy, I shall read the report now to see what stuff they found out through their surveys. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-196445487659894835?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/196445487659894835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=196445487659894835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/196445487659894835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/196445487659894835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/05/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-3669195022483806971</id><published>2009-05-24T18:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T19:22:49.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rSwbVofrhY/ShkrtgJ5O5I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/JrEICzvIGf4/s1600-h/IMG_0183.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Hello. I'm back from Taman Negara! (: It was an awesome 3 days trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rSwbVofrhY/ShkrtgJ5O5I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/JrEICzvIGf4/s1600-h/IMG_0183.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/_1rSwbVofrhY/ShkrtgJ5O5I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/JrEICzvIGf4/s320/IMG_0183.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339346893949975442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was Day 1, where we took a 3 hour bus ride from KL to reach the jetty. And this above is a hibiscus tree! Malaysia's national flower people (: So pretty. Then we went for out boat ride to the resort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rSwbVofrhY/Shkq5AOFJGI/AAAAAAAAAII/AQ648n0Nfug/s1600-h/IMG_0201.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rSwbVofrhY/Shkq5AOFJGI/AAAAAAAAAII/AQ648n0Nfug/s320/IMG_0201.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339345992024400994" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rSwbVofrhY/Shkq4U8WKTI/AAAAAAAAAHw/DA_QfRU38_U/s320/IMG_0224.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339345980407294258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boat ride there is 2 and a half hours long. I know right, so super long. I thought it was gonna be really bad and boring but surprisingly it wasn't that terrible. But we did sleep for a while in the boat. For HIMYM people, my sis and I played zitchdog on the boat, not looking for dogs of course. Looking for wildlife. (: We saw a flock of seagulls but we were not in time to snap their pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rSwbVofrhY/Shkq4sqG9AI/AAAAAAAAAH4/GVN92RNsptI/s320/IMG_0264.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339345986773251074" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rSwbVofrhY/Shkq43xKPqI/AAAAAAAAAIA/RNKAg-o5vtw/s1600-h/IMG_0261.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/_1rSwbVofrhY/Shkq43xKPqI/AAAAAAAAAIA/RNKAg-o5vtw/s320/IMG_0261.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339345989755616930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's so pretty at night. (: This was the first night, and we were going for our night jungle walk. The walk was just a short one, where we saw a snake, a bird and some insects. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 2, we woke up and went for jungle trekking as well as canopy walkway. This is the longest canopy walkway in the world okay, don't play play. It was nice, though when you look down it can be quite scary. And it was really long indeed. As in there were a lot of platforms in between but overall it was a long canopy walkway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rSwbVofrhY/Shkq4DlynFI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NpCV_dLR3SI/s1600-h/IMG_0307.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/_1rSwbVofrhY/Shkq4DlynFI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NpCV_dLR3SI/s320/IMG_0307.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339345975749286994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rSwbVofrhY/ShkohtSmkfI/AAAAAAAAAHg/vDCR93P3mgw/s1600-h/IMG_0319.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&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/_1rSwbVofrhY/ShkohtSmkfI/AAAAAAAAAHg/vDCR93P3mgw/s320/IMG_0319.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339343392782848498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caterpillar. (: I like caterpilars. I used to collect them in Puay Chai and rare them at home but I can't remember what happened after that. Wanted to touch this one but I was scared it was poisonous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rSwbVofrhY/ShkohYZobsI/AAAAAAAAAHY/DAzQ9lpX9LE/s1600-h/IMG_0341.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/_1rSwbVofrhY/ShkohYZobsI/AAAAAAAAAHY/DAzQ9lpX9LE/s320/IMG_0341.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339343387175186114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a liyana tree (: It's a strong tree and you can hang on it like Tarzan. Really. We tried. And they orang asli chop up the tree branches and drink the water that drops out from the branches. We tried the water too and surprisingly it tastes just like normal water. Fresh water from the trees. (: That root is so unique right? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rSwbVofrhY/Shkog6BaqlI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/NZBW7nSGECw/s1600-h/IMG_0351.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/_1rSwbVofrhY/Shkog6BaqlI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/NZBW7nSGECw/s320/IMG_0351.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339343379020556882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the afternoon, we went for rapid shooting. (: It was fun! And we got all wet. And once we were all wet, they brought us to visit the orang aslis. So weird right, go visit them when we just looked like we had a swim or something. Anyway, the orang asli people there are so cool. They have the puffy hair like the Africans. And their skin colour is like the Africans too. I've never seen such orang asli-s in Malaysia before. And they're quite cute too (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At night, we went for night jungle safari. Too bad we didn't see many animals. We didn't even see wild boars. :( Coz this night jungle safari isn't like a zoo at night those kinds. It is the one that really have to go and find in the jungle, and in this case a kelapa sawit farm. Oil Palm Plantation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 3, took the boat ride back to the jetty and the bus back to kl. And the short trip was over. (: But it was fun nevertheless. I encourage people to go! Just for the experience. (: Go with a group though or like bf gf or something. Oh Oh. There were lotsa angmohs/guailous/matsallehs/caucasians. (: But nah, not goodlooking. lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rSwbVofrhY/ShkogcTzolI/AAAAAAAAAHA/0vaer2HuJ9E/s1600-h/IMG_0365.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/_1rSwbVofrhY/ShkogcTzolI/AAAAAAAAAHA/0vaer2HuJ9E/s320/IMG_0365.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339343371044627026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ending off, with my favourite ice cream of all time - PADDLE POP! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-3669195022483806971?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/3669195022483806971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=3669195022483806971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/3669195022483806971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/3669195022483806971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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/_1rSwbVofrhY/ShkrtgJ5O5I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/JrEICzvIGf4/s72-c/IMG_0183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-124267131538291608</id><published>2009-05-21T14:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T15:16:09.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is J card day!&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J for Jocelyn (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J is for Jubilant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J is for Joyful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J is for Joyous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J is for Joker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J is for everything happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;J is for Jusco&lt;/span&gt;. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should be Jusco marketing director or something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joanna's exams are ending today! Then she'll be home for like 3 months before she zooms off to Scotland. So then she'll probably bring me shopping (sigh.) and then I'll force her to watch movies (yay!) and she's bringing back grey's for me to watch! (: Speaking of series, my himym season finale is taking so long to download. Been trying and trying since yesterday. Normally it just takes two hours. But now. 18 hours. GG. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm degenerating. It's funny. It reminds me of Peter's sms to me, saying that I was degenerating and once his exams are over we'll go out so that I stop degenerating. Yeah. :( I'm getting lazier and lazier to go out. &lt;u&gt;Nothing seems that appealing anymore.&lt;/u&gt; Not even, to buy sugus, or to buy m&amp;amp;ms. I prefer just to stay at home in front of my computer doing absolutely nothing. The hassle of changing and putting on going out clothes and wearing shoes and walking/sitting in the car seems like such a turn-off. In the going out sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I should continue with my nus hall applications and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rSwbVofrhY/ShT-MPxbafI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/x70LfPrfFVQ/s320/IMG_0174.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338170944686615026" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The most fun thing about registering for a university is choosing the rooms! And thinking of how to decorate the room. XD Me likey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-124267131538291608?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/124267131538291608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=124267131538291608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/124267131538291608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/124267131538291608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/05/today-is-j-card-day-j-for-jocelyn-j-is.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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/_1rSwbVofrhY/ShT-MPxbafI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/x70LfPrfFVQ/s72-c/IMG_0174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-8763742284154437008</id><published>2009-05-21T00:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T00:32:27.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pictures! With new Camera! (:&lt;div&gt;On new layout! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rSwbVofrhY/ShQucXUKaeI/AAAAAAAAAFw/BdnymkUwFHE/s320/IMG_0095.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337942523170679266" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is what happens when freshly baked cheesetarts go for a roller coaster ride. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rSwbVofrhY/ShQuchqxrzI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aCWyutTIWDE/s320/IMG_0035.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337942525949882162" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I love mushrooms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yeah two photos only, lazy to upload more. I'm still trying to figure out the technical problems of my new layout. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-8763742284154437008?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/8763742284154437008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=8763742284154437008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/8763742284154437008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/8763742284154437008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/05/pictures-with-new-camera-on-new-layout.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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/_1rSwbVofrhY/ShQucXUKaeI/AAAAAAAAAFw/BdnymkUwFHE/s72-c/IMG_0095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-4452620121468258427</id><published>2009-05-20T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T23:45:27.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you.</title><content type='html'>Yes, I changed my blog skin again. I know the last time I said I will not change for a long time but eh, hands itchy. (: Like it? I think non-bloggers always wonder why people's blogs are so nice but they don't realize it's not our work. &lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com"&gt;CLICK.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(: I'm going to post some pictures up soon (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No more comments, it's back to tagboard! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know how to enable comments so no choice, have to use the shoutbox. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-4452620121468258427?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/4452620121468258427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=4452620121468258427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/4452620121468258427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/4452620121468258427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-miss-you.html' title='I miss you.'/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-1765485810566866492</id><published>2009-05-18T15:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T16:27:31.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today a letter came in the mailbox.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NUS is offering me ASEAN scholarship for science course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And they want the acceptance form completed and sent to them by mail by thursday. Not much time to think eh? So just accept first. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, the letter came.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not that the wait was agonizing anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still waiting for imperial's letter. and ANU. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those are more agonizing. Haha (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;fooolooolooo. That's the update for today. Vince isn't up as I've mentioned to a few friends because of the h1n1 cases, which is why my msn nick on sat was 'why oh why h1n1 kl dude'. Which leaves me partner-less to watch star trek and angels and demons. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Online shopping is fun (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYEBYE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-1765485810566866492?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1765485810566866492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=1765485810566866492&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/1765485810566866492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/1765485810566866492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/05/today-letter-came-in-mailbox.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-4753100348382141761</id><published>2009-05-16T21:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T15:37:21.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not talking about MAN U.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Once again we lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To China the land of smart brilliant strong handsome people, just because they have so many many people to choose from. If Malaysia had that many people we'll be and strong and handsome and .. &lt;em&gt;less stupid,&lt;/em&gt; probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if only badminton was like football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Play consecutively for like say 1 hour, have a 15 minutes break, then play another hour. And then by the end of those 2 hours we see who has the highest score. But the score will probably be like.. &lt;strong&gt;50 to 42&lt;/strong&gt; or something like that. And if only we could change players all the time! Haha. Then it'll be like track and field. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still miss the old system though. It's much more fun and the match lasts longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today, the pastor was commenting about the Perak case and he was very funny. He said &lt;em&gt;'I don't understand. I'm a very simple minded person. It's like there's this house with one guy staying in it and a stranger comes along and said it is his house. Then the court says that the house belongs to the stranger but the guy staying there can continue staying in the house. I don't understand.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I miss high school. And i miss jc. If I could live one year over again,&lt;strong&gt; I would choose 2008, and I would do things much differently.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-4753100348382141761?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/4753100348382141761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=4753100348382141761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/4753100348382141761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/4753100348382141761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-not-talking-about-man-u.html' title='I&apos;m not talking about MAN U.'/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-136276292773771076</id><published>2009-05-13T17:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T17:35:16.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I realized I haven't like replied the comments people left behind in my previous entries. Coz I'm like really lazy to reply one by one so I'll just do them here okay? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Xuxin:&lt;/span&gt; Thanks for your advice! But Seira said that Fujitsu doesn't withstand pressure and TEMPERATURE. Her laptop screen cracked. =.= Anyway I have a new Canon camera now and its AWESOME. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bro:  &lt;/span&gt;Yeah positiveness runs out after rejections every now and then. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kimi:&lt;/span&gt; Thanks! (: Can I please be the building in Prague?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just came back from some&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sime Darby&lt;/span&gt; thingy. Was pretty good, I must say. Though there's not much elimination after the first round. As long as you can speak English, you can proceed to the online assessment part, which was pretty simple as well. I finished my 300 short personality test questions pretty fast though, and when the rest took quite a while to come out it got me wondering whether I did anything wrongly. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hmm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, met more new people, exchanged contacts. (: Met a guy from HCI as well. Btw the discussion was about the implementation of Maths and Science in English. Seira went today too, and Wern Chia's going tomorrow. I hope all of us advance to the next stage, although the lady did tell me that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;they might not want to sponsor for Mathematics&lt;/span&gt;.  :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Facebook is getting really quizzy now. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'How well do you know me'&lt;/span&gt; quizzes are like everywhere and everyone is making and doing them. And of course I joined in the fun and created a lame dumb quiz of my own. (: I was really bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;People who read my blog, though, will know that I'm currently obsessing over HIMYM! (: And I'm now downloading the latest episode. This is bad. :( I have now run out of episodes to watch, coz now I've caught up with the weekly screening on tv! :( I need to find a new series. Chuck season 2 maybe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like how the websites that HIMYM refers to are really websites online, for example:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tedmosbyisajerk.com/"&gt;www.tedmosbyisajerk.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.canadiansexacts.org"&gt;www.canadiansexacts.org&lt;/a&gt; (seriously it's not porn, again. You just enter and click on the various sex acts names and you see a picture of a guy in a suit XD with funny excuses/comments below as to why the description is unavailable. Or something.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//www.cbs.com/primetime/how_i_met_your_mother/community/barney_blog/index.php"&gt;Barney's blog!&lt;/a&gt; Everyone should read it! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okay my episode is almost finished downloading! BYEBYE (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-136276292773771076?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/136276292773771076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=136276292773771076&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/136276292773771076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/136276292773771076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-realized-i-havent-like-replied.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-955159616689575283</id><published>2009-05-11T16:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T16:37:52.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yeah I was like internet-less for the past two days and it was horrible. See what an internet junkie I am. I'm addicted to the computer, and yet when I'm on the internet, I'm still bored to bits. Like today, the internet finally worked and I'm uber happy but I'm uber bored coz after 1 hour there's nothing left to do. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well I'm starting to get nervous for Wednesday already. Sime Darby interview thingy. But you know what, I'm not going to care. Coz I know I won't get it anyway, so I'm just going to go with a 'whatever' attitude. So sick of interviews, so sick of getting rejected already. :( If I'm poor i'll just go to NUS then. Screw scholarships. Although NUS has yet to offer me ASEAN whereas some people got it already. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well. Yeah. I need to laugh a bit so I think I'm going to go watch How I met your mother now. (: After a horrifying experience few days ago, I am reminded to check the length of the video and the size of the video before I download the video on Ares. O.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yikes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Byebye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-955159616689575283?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/955159616689575283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=955159616689575283&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/955159616689575283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/955159616689575283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/05/yeah-i-was-like-internet-less-for-past.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-3719464568484897940</id><published>2009-05-07T20:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T21:10:43.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We shouldn't eat pigs anymore. (Sorry to muslim readers btw.)&lt;div&gt;Because we have swine flu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We shouldn't eat chicken too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll get bird flu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay away from cows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't want to get mad cow disease.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll just eat fish okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But some are poisionous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay we'll be vegetarian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we'll eat tons of fruits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Except that some fruits are too heaty/too cold/too acidic/too alkaline.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe we should just stop eating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In case we die. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So we'll just not eat. And everyday we drive to work with an empty stomache. Then we'll be hungry, and we won't be able to concentrate on driving.  :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And we'll crash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Driving is a bad idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's all just walk. It's less scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there'll be snatch thieves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we'll get hurt and possibly be kidnapped and killed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or what if there are hailstorms?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll be stoned to death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:( Stay at home la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And watch tv, and use the internet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just hope that the waves don't kill you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or you die of exhaustion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get rid of everything in your house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there's nothing to rob. And you won't be killed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then chop of your boobs and for guys, that thing that's in between your legs. (I don't like saying the word haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So that we won't get raped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The final thing to do is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stop breathing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coz we might breathe in toxic air or some biohazard poison whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ready? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1, 2, 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*stopped breathing*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thinks: 'YAY I managed to avoid dying!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sigh. I'm bored. Not really. How I met your mother is really entertaining. I thought it was getting kinda boring and repeating at the start of the 4th season. But maybe it was because I had to wait for hours before I can finish downloading it and watching it. Anyway, this one line made me change my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was what Barney said when Lily tried to console him about him getting some one night stand pregnant, and that it might be some false alarm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Please, Lily, every part of my body does 110% and if one of my Michael Phelps got loose, he is swimming for the gold!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Something to that extent. I cannot remember the exact line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;LOL. So funny. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And the episode when Robin found guys who fight sexy was so funny too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway guys, my point above: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do things in moderation! Don't be over paranoid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seriously, anything we do, we can just drop dead any moment anyway, when it's God's will. So yeah&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. I say we continue breathing, continue eating, continue driving, and continue living! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Except driving, for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;/ Yesterday's surprise gathering was s&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; SUCCESSFUL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (: She was shocked to bits. Haha. I'm so proud of us. We're getting good at surprising people (: Yay. Two Times now. I can't wait for the next. Actually there's no next already :( Sad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today I got an email from Yayasan Sime Darby asking for second screening to increase their pool of potential candidates. Which got me thinking, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'huh why, what was wrong with their first screening?'&lt;/span&gt; HAH. Bad judgement. Bad call. That's why they need to call more. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Or maybe they're just bored.&lt;/span&gt; And want to play with us. :( Sigh. Anyway it's a group discussion and online assessment next wed. Wish me luck! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LALALA (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BYEBYE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-3719464568484897940?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/3719464568484897940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=3719464568484897940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/3719464568484897940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/3719464568484897940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-shouldnt-eat-pigs-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-5492229744907368790</id><published>2009-05-04T16:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T17:57:38.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi one, hi all.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Job status:&lt;/span&gt; Unemployed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood status:&lt;/span&gt; Cheery, with the occasional dampening of spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Looks status:&lt;/span&gt; Who cares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brain status:&lt;/span&gt; Deteriorating like a geometric progression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I shan't give up! I'm going to try kumon ss2 tmr (: But I'm scared I don't know how to do the maths. Maybe kumon centerpoint didn't call me back because they thought my maths suck. :( Oh actually I'm kinda employed at pizza uno but the timings are a bit late, so I see what else can come up in the meantime, before I start work officially on Friday. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While I was looking for the job at OU today, I went shopping too. Bought a top at some kitchen shop. Kitschen, actually. I have no idea what that stands for but their clothes are not bad. (: I just hope it doesn't come from a korean or jap street fashion or something. If it does I'll probably burn the top I have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No offense again by the way. My personal style, and if you don't like it/don't like me, don't read. End of story. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CERITA HABIS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm not going down for AJC College Day because I'm plain lazy. Though I'm super proud that our &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ODAC president is the valedictorian&lt;/span&gt;! (: Wish I can be there for his speech but, going down all the way just for a ceremony (in formal clothes!!) is so not worth it. Even if it means seeing vince and classmates and all, but there won't be much time anyway. I rather go down another time or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like shopping, but I'm lazy. How? :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone shop for me. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I shall hire a personal shopper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna be a forensic scientist. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;with a maths degree. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh yes, I'm going to get a new camera and a new laptop and a printer before I ciao to overseas. What laptop brand should i get? Acer sucks, please don't ask me to get acer. Maybe ASUS or something. or FUJITSU? Or ... yeah. Suggestions! Preferably something that can withstand pressure and also hard impact. (: In case I drop my laptop which is highly probable. I want to get a MAC, but i'm scared that i may not know how to use it in uni and then my files get crazy and all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate thinking about tech-y stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-5492229744907368790?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/5492229744907368790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=5492229744907368790&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/5492229744907368790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/5492229744907368790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/05/hi-one-hi-all.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-3537130905830179520</id><published>2009-04-29T18:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T19:19:38.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO (: &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I went for a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;job interview&lt;/span&gt; this morning. Wasn't expecting to get it anyway, since I was a short term thingy. Anyway the job interview was kind of fun. It was a group talk and a group interview. Actually its more of an individual get to know you session just that they do it one to one, take turns. You know, like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'okay you first'&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ext.. you.&lt;/span&gt;' That's all. Not like we had to talk to each other or something. Ruwaine and I didn't get it coz they didn't want short term people. But nevertheless it was a good experience, though I'm sure most interviews are not like this. Reminds me of the cruel NUS interviewers. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jetstar is like a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very happy place&lt;/span&gt; to work at. Almost all of them are people like my age or at most 24 probably. And the walls are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;colourful&lt;/span&gt;, like got paintings, rainbows and everything. They have balloons hanging down from the ceiling. O.o Their tables are colourful. And they have a pantry, which has a big tv. It's so cool. I want to work in a happy place next time too. One where I do not have to wear formal clothes. That makes things so much happier. You know, the typical formal clothes are black white grey brown dark blue and stripes and checks. Boring. I want to work where there are polka dots, triangles, octagons...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so if kumon doesn't call me up tomorrow, i bu zhi dao zhen me ban. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What to do? Where to work?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;MAXIS scholarship is krazieee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I need to draw some 'my maxis my life' drawing with my mouse okay! It's like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;drawing on paint&lt;/span&gt;! O.o how hard is that. I did it for like half an hour, erasing here and there. And when I pressed submit the system logged out. WAH! :( Sad, now must re-draw. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyday i change my decision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today is imperial day. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just because it's imperial. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And it sounds so cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-3537130905830179520?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/3537130905830179520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=3537130905830179520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/3537130905830179520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/3537130905830179520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-i-went-for-job-interview-this.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-3528648626860250624</id><published>2009-04-28T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T22:02:33.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well today to give you guys a break, I shall not mention any uni stuff here, although I must state that the post below is not my final decision due to the very long duration of time which I have to make my decision by and differing advices from parents and friends each day. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But thanks though for everyone's advices! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So last night I was watching csi, and then I realized gosh I have watched so many series this holidays. And so many movies, on the laptop I mean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;House Season 1 to 5 (still ongoing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grey's Season 1 to 5 (still ongoing too)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smallville Season 5 to 7 (I'm waiting for 8 to finish!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HIMYM Season 1 to 3 (Waiting for 4)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chuck Season 1 (Waiting for 2)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CSI Season 7 and 5 now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay that's not a lot. But to think that I spent my time doing that seems like .. WOW. O.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And not to mention blog hopping and blog-window shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've read like a thousand blogs, watched thousands of videos on youtube and funnyordie and read websites like fmylife.com and collegehumour.com. And As for blog window shopping, I just spend hours looking at blogshops wanting to own those clothes but I am to lazy to fill in the form, bank in the money and yadda yadda yadda. I think I rather re wear clothes. Geesh, I'm that lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And what else have I done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh, EAT! &lt;/span&gt;Yes EAT a lot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everyday stay at home makan like there's no tomorrow. Koko krunch is the current craze. After sugus and gummybears. I miss sugus. :( Although mum kinda doesnt want me eating so much. Diabetes kononnya. Or maybe my teeth will drop out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well one's thing for sure, my only goal for this holidays, I failed to meet: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXERCISING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hahahahahaa. I cannot count how many times I've said I'm gonna start exercising but since it never gets done i'm gonna abolish that goal with 'ahh whatever la'. But today, winston asked me to go jogging with him! So we went. And AIYO so out of shape. So malu. :( Haha. Winston gets like so excited over soya bean. ...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I still am not very sure why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm am currently using google chrome on my laptop. It's quite nice. (: I like safari and google chrome. Though don't ask me why, it's just the feeeling. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay CSI. I'm so happy greg sanders passed his proficiency. Though he got the person wrong, and the manner of death wrong. Anyway, yeah. lalala. BUHBYE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-3528648626860250624?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/3528648626860250624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=3528648626860250624&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/3528648626860250624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/3528648626860250624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/04/well-today-to-give-you-guys-break-i.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-7199823793093529520</id><published>2009-04-27T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T23:53:13.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I posted this on facebook few days ago:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"&gt;DILEMMA: law and actuarial/commerce in Australia or maths and stats in Imperial College? :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"&gt;And honestly, ANU is winning man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"&gt;Today I thought about it. My future. (: Really! But not too far to the extent that I'm married, pregnant with twins and living in my own apartment in Kuala Lumpur. Just to the extent of Uni life and which I would prefer: Australia and London.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"&gt;Okay first up, the course. Law and actuarial science is hands down a much more superior course than Maths and Statistics, correct? Okay. So then ANU 1 Imperial 0.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"&gt;Secondly, the university. According to times QS ranking, imperial is 6th, anu is 16th. Can I add that NUS is 33 or 30 or sth? (: Hehe. (: jk jk. Anyway, okay. ANU 1 Imperial 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"&gt;Thirdly, the place. Australia and London are both pretty places. Australia, can visit Australia. London, can visit Europe. Okay, this one I must admit London is better. So, ANU 1 Imperial 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"&gt;Fourthly, the food. Australia has definitely more asian food as compared to London although I know london is getting increasingly more asian-populated but australia definitely wins in this. ANU 2 Imperial 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"&gt;Fifthly, the money. Pounds are freaking crazy. Aussie dollar is 2.6 and pounds are 5.3. Haha. It sounds cheaper to go to Australia and also coz my aus course is 5 years compared to uk 3 years and they cost the same. Aus more worth it. And also I'll feel less bad spending money! I think. ANU 3 Imperial 2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"&gt;Sixthly, the language. Haha. I know I've blogged about this before. But then I realize that Australia's accent is quite sexy too, due to the influence of a certain someone called:: HUGH JACKMAN. Haha. And chase, on house. Super sexy. Okay and Brit accent is nice too. So this is a draw. No points added for both. ANU 3 Imperial 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"&gt;Seventhly, the people. I have this notion resulting from rumours that aussies are pretty racist. I don't know about london-ers though. But maybe it's because asians are awesome. (: Haha. Anyway, the people generally doesn't apply here because in both cases we'll probably be mixing with ourselves. Hence I should actually make this a point about friends. ANU I have joseph ting and veron dar. Imperial I have xingxian. Taking both quantity and quality into picture, ANU wins. If I can pull people to go with me I'll prolly have Suen Xin Lek Wen and Nelson. And also, if I go visiting around Australia to Sydney Brisbane Melboune Adelaide.. I have Lydia, Hueywen, Amanda, Sunil, Nat Ng and Josh Ng, Teng Jun.. LOL Beats London hands down. Although a few hours by train from London and i'll reach glasgow where joanna is gonna graduate a doctor from. I doubt that will matter coz she'll be too busy studying. Haha. (: Without doubt, ANU wins again! ANU 4 Imperial 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"&gt;I think that's about it. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"&gt;Verdict?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"&gt;ANU ! YOU WIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"&gt;*mimicks street fighter*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"&gt;COME COME ALL GO ANU SAMA SAMA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"&gt;I have no regrets not applying law for UK because right, UK doesnt have double degrees and I refuse to do law unless I have something interesting like maths to keep me sane. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"&gt;NOW I JUST NEED TO WAIT FOR ANU's OFFER LETTER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"&gt;IF THEY REJECT ME, I'M GOING IMPERIAL (:&lt;/span&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/34457523-7199823793093529520?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/7199823793093529520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=7199823793093529520&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/7199823793093529520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/7199823793093529520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-posted-this-on-facebook-few-days-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-654830378698082001</id><published>2009-04-22T12:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T12:58:43.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi it's been almost a week since I blogged. Wow. (; *claps claps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;NUS interview is over. I know I'm going to sound like i'm &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;sour grapes&lt;/span&gt; if i say this after I don't get law in NUS so i decided to say this now:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;NUS interviews are &lt;strong&gt;really pissing off&lt;/strong&gt;. As in, they just keep demeaning you and belittle-ing you, making you feel so annnoyed and irritated. They just treat you like you're some gullible person and whatever you say its wrong anyway. I mean, it's correct to spark some argument to test my skills but you don't have to do it in a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'seriously?'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; kind of tone and look. After I went for the USP interview which I didnt prepare for and got blasted for it, I was like &lt;em&gt;'I'm so glad I didnt prepare for it coz I don't want to be working with those professors man.'&lt;/em&gt; Now the NUS law faculty is giving me the same feeling. &lt;strong&gt;It's like the more interviews i go in NUS, the more I want to stay away.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to say singapore interviewers but then I realized its quite unfair coz I've only been to interviews from MOE and NUS. The MOE one was rather mean too. But yeah, i shall not say singapore because I heard SMU interviews were quite okay and &lt;strong&gt;happy&lt;/strong&gt;. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As compared to the interviews I've been like for Oxford and for SC interview. The people are so much nicer. Eventhough what you say is wrong, they just smile and accept it, giving some comments along the way. And they don't give you the &lt;em&gt;'you're so stupid'&lt;/em&gt; kind of look. Even the oxford lady was so friendly and she's from like &lt;strong&gt;one of the top universities&lt;/strong&gt; in the world. I'm probably super stupid and young and immature compared to her students but she still treated me nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;See? learn from that, NUS. Before you scare all your other applicants away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But i guess NUS the culture itself already does the &lt;strong&gt;'scaring people away'&lt;/strong&gt; work for you. Haha. (: The only saving grace is its cost. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay. No offence to singaporeans btw.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You guys are great.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, it's back to slacking again, after the one week of interviews and tests. Oh. DRIVING! YEAH, i passed my driving test like finally! So I can legally drive now (: Awesome. In the mean time, i'm busy writing my resume looking for a job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Still considering kumon in centrepoint, but I really don't like kids la. How? :( As in, I don't hate them, but I don't know how to talk to them, how to act like a kid and cheer them up and all those stuff. you know. I think it's pretty lame and awkward. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss badminton.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-654830378698082001?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/654830378698082001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=654830378698082001&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/654830378698082001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/654830378698082001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/04/hi-its-been-almost-week-since-i-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-6988224768526320990</id><published>2009-04-14T14:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T17:29:42.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hello, as most people would have known by now, I passed/failed half my driving exam. &lt;em&gt;While some may see it as half empty, i see it as half full.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yeah, seriously, I passed my road part but failed the parking part, which imo, was just because the guy wanted money. Is this a sensitive issue? I hope not, but yeah. &lt;strong&gt;Screw you bribery&lt;/strong&gt;. Screw you. I'm going to retake the test, and hope I don't bump into another greedy orang. Sigh, malaysia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, interviews coming up tomorrow and friday! Excited much. (:&lt;br /&gt;LALALA. (:&lt;br /&gt;LALALA.&lt;br /&gt;LALALA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;oh, oh, we surprised bobby yesterday at gardens. (: Suen me wernchia nelson and seira. He was really surprised eh! (: I think he's so fun to tipu. Our acting sucked so badly but he still didn't realize it was his bday surprise all the way until the waiter showed up with the bday cake. lalala. so proud of us. We talked and ate for like 3 hours, i'm surprised the italiannies waiters didn't shoo us away. Though there was no reason to: the italiannies in gardens is &lt;strong&gt;SO HUGE!&lt;/strong&gt; it's like four times the size of one-u's. Towards the end i was rather stoned though, I only slept for two hours the day before. Nerves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LALALA&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-6988224768526320990?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/6988224768526320990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=6988224768526320990&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/6988224768526320990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/6988224768526320990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-as-most-people-would-have-known.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-3362689392595453025</id><published>2009-04-10T12:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T13:07:30.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay. I'm very worried right now. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My inbox is gone. This is SO BAD. All the important uni app emails, and scholarship interview notifications, and &lt;strong&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/strong&gt; is in there. This is BAD. Why is it gone? :( I hope it's just cause hotmail is screwed up today. What if somebody hacked into my account? And deleted all my mails :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See this is whats written:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't have an inbox...yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://sn108w.snt108.mail.live.com/mail/logout.aspx?logouturl=https%3a%2f%2fsignup.live.com%2fsignup.aspx%3fru%3dhttp%253a%252f%252fmail.live.com%252f%253frru%253dinbox%26id%3d64855&amp;amp;a=01_988a1ed924811c83e7b712d8351560196d61b4e592739c4147487581a4c0e083"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sign up for Windows Live Hotmail &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;and get a free, customizable inbox with lots of storage and great security.Note: Whether you use Hotmail or not, you can always &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://sn108w.snt108.mail.live.com/default.aspx?rru=contacts"&gt;&lt;em&gt;go to your contact list. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT nonsense??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;:( anyway i initially open blogger up because I wanted to blog about &lt;strong&gt;goodnews &lt;/strong&gt;about interviews. First I got the law interview for NUS next weekend, and second Securities Commission called me up and I have an interview there next wednesday. (: Which is AWESOME. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And, Datuk Seri Najib Tun Razak our new PM has announced his new cabinet line-up yesterday. It seems good (: But what do i know yeah. Khairy's not in. hmm. And oh, i was reading the newspaper and DSNTR (short form la, i lazy) said that quote The Star &lt;em&gt;'awarding of scholarships to bright students should be based on merit and not on race'.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hmmm. Hopefully its not an empty promise. Though I doubt much can be done after all there is a majority race in Msia. And I thnk this phrase is one of those previous 'all talk but no action' thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am feeling better bout my vanishing inbox thing now coz KaiChi has the same problem too. (; Yay. I feel sangat relieved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Positive words does work i tell you (:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sorry rotten english.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-3362689392595453025?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/3362689392595453025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=3362689392595453025&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/3362689392595453025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/3362689392595453025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/04/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-7817729222649802461</id><published>2009-04-07T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T23:03:33.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, I'm going to practice positive energy and optimism:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I AM GOING TO PASS MY DRIVING TEST.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I AM GOING TO PASS IT WITHOUT BRIBING (500 bucks wei). O.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I AM GOING TO PRESS ACCELERATOR KAO KAO WHEN IM ON THE SLOPE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I AM GOING TO DO A PERFECT PARKING AND 3-POINT TURN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I AM NOT GOING TO BUMP ANY CURBS AT ANY TIME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I AM GOING TO DRIVE LIKE A PRO ON THE ROAD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I AM GOING TO (as kayaun says) PRETEND MY GRANDFATHER OWNS THE ROAD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I AM GOING TO PASS MY DRIVING TEST.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, now on to uni app.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I AM GOING TO BE SHORTLISTED FOR LAW IN NUS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I AM GOING TO SCORE MY INTERVIEW AND TEST FOR NUS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I AM GOING TO BE SHORTLISTED FOR GIC, SC, SHELL SCHOLARSHIP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I AM GOING TO KICK SOME ASS DURING MY INTERVIEWS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I AM GOING TO RECEIVE OFFER LETTER FROM ANU SOON.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, on to life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I AM GOING TO BECOME SUPER SLIM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I AM GOING TO HAVE PERFECT SKIN. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MY HAIR IS GOING TO BE SO AWESOME EVERYONE WILL COVER THEIRS IN SHAME. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, in a few days time i'll tell you whether this 'reciting positive words into your mind' thing works. (: Toodles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-7817729222649802461?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/7817729222649802461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=7817729222649802461&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/7817729222649802461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/7817729222649802461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-im-going-to-practice-positive.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-5551011779935852794</id><published>2009-04-05T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T21:51:40.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your promises;</title><content type='html'>I don't like twitter and chatboxes anymore. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh I have my reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(: Today was driving lesson number 4. Maybe it's because of the grand prix, but i feel like an awesome driver already. PRO, okay. Winston I treat you go makan when I pass okay. I had my driving lesson today went F1 was on so I didnt get the chance to watch it through. Saw the beginning though, and a pity that they had to stop 'cause of the rain. Why does Brawn keep winning? It's not even a nice name. Okay kidding. But seriously, why Button. I want to see people like Fisichella win it, coz they're been there like since forever. And,what happened to &lt;strong&gt;KIMI RAIKKONEN&lt;/strong&gt;. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Palm Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Children waving palms, what a nice sight. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a reason why I should go UK instead of Aus.&lt;br /&gt;British accent is way more classy than australia's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But in any way US sounds the worst, in my opinion. No offence yeah, its still MUCH MUCH better than Manglish or Singlish. So, anyway I rank in &lt;em&gt;Brit&gt;Aus&gt;American&lt;/em&gt; and all the way to the bottom we have the abovementioned Manglish and Singlish. Me thinks the fomer comes before the latter in the best local accent/slang ranking. Me orang Malaysia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;lay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;sia&lt;/span&gt; boleh!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;New PrimeMinister. Yay and yikes.&lt;br /&gt;Nottingham grad. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;Mix blood? (: &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hope so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I'm talking about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-5551011779935852794?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/5551011779935852794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=5551011779935852794&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/5551011779935852794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/5551011779935852794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/04/your-promises.html' title='Your promises;'/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-3290691797889227181</id><published>2009-04-03T23:27:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T23:58:53.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This world we live in;</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;is unfair.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know people reading my blog recently are probably put off by all my uni and scholarship rantings and all but sorry eh, that's pretty much my life now, as i have stressed so many times here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked up the definition of 'scholarship' in the dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*okay, correction, I AM looking it up now and its taking forever to load, seriously internet sucks these few days, msn is a bitch and facebook is so slow and i cant open websites. Screwmyx sucks.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay forget it, wanted to rant about how scholarships in Malaysia are screwed up and all. How they don't offer to the deserving people, and how the unfairness in the criteria seeing as most people don't reveal their true particulars ... *I'm trying to mask my meaning but i think it's pretty obvious.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNFAIR. :(&lt;br /&gt;The world we live in, is unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No offence&lt;/strong&gt; to anyone, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just saying the situation is unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't hate the players, hate the game.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(EEE! How i met your mother quote again!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, something totally unrelated:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think i have phobia for driving!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, i get nervous the day before driving lessons, and I have been having sleepless nights and dreams about my driving tests already! :( Like it's on next next monday, but I'm dreading it so badly. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I foresee myself failing, and failing, and failing, and create history by being the first person to ever resit the test 100 times. (; Cool right, malaysia book of records. The biggest failure in driving. &lt;strong&gt;Don't jealous kay, when my name is in there.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first week of april was totally uneventful. TOTALLY. I'm so bored that i'm on facebook all the time, and that's quite sad indeed. But now I need to scan my family photos in the computer so I'm looking through like my baby photos last time and gosh &lt;strong&gt;was i a fat baby&lt;/strong&gt;. XD Luckily I'm not fat now. But aiyah, so fat and cute la, makes me like kids. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*recalls Marshall in HIMYM: pudgy arms... they make you old*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;Okay on second thought, I still don't like kids. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a random post indeed.&lt;br /&gt;Right, and true to my HIMYM obesssion, I shall end off with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'When i'm sad, i stop being sad, and I be awesome instead.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;True story. ' &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-3290691797889227181?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/3290691797889227181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=3290691797889227181&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/3290691797889227181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/3290691797889227181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-world-we-live-in.html' title='This world we live in;'/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-1722883981598472083</id><published>2009-04-01T13:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T13:50:55.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twitter.</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you're observant enough, you will notice I've added a widget to my blog: &lt;strong&gt;Twitter&lt;/strong&gt;. It's the IN thing now, according to times magazine: &lt;em&gt;facebook without the facebook.&lt;/em&gt; It's basically just a website where you can update short messages about 'what you are doing now'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Actually you don't have to have twitter to do that , you can just type on your chatbox, or on facebook, or on msn. But yeah, &lt;em&gt;twitter's the trend baby&lt;/em&gt;. At least in the US, it's the trend. (: Hasn't hit Malaysia yet though, I haven't heard of many people who twitter-s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, people, join in the TREND, and join twitter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My site is &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/blueblitz90"&gt;www.twitter.com/blueblitz90&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Though there's nothing much to see there, except a camwhore photo of me, which is the same as my current msn pic. There you go, a picture of my short hair. A nice one. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, be like me, &lt;strong&gt;a blind follower of the trend (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Though I don't normally follow trends, like how I don't like skinny jeans and japanese food. Though that's not a trend, but I just have to say it, I mean, RAW fish? Fulamak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raw fish.&lt;br /&gt;Vinegar rice.&lt;br /&gt;Orange jellyballs.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, why do you people like jap food?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-1722883981598472083?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1722883981598472083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=1722883981598472083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/1722883981598472083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/1722883981598472083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/04/twitter.html' title='Twitter.'/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-6738999729175289580</id><published>2009-03-30T22:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T22:36:06.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Refresh.&lt;br /&gt;Refresh.&lt;br /&gt;Refresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Don't know why I'm so kanchiong on emails nowadays. Always feel as if everyday there will be an important email coming in. :( Argh, MAY, hurry come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-6738999729175289580?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/6738999729175289580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=6738999729175289580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/6738999729175289580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/6738999729175289580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/03/refresh.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-8837737172201384217</id><published>2009-03-30T14:18:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T14:31:03.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blogging is such a chore. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, things have been normal recently. There's nothing to update about my life coz it's the same everyday: &lt;em&gt;Wake up at 1pm, watch series, sleep at 1am&lt;/em&gt;. That's pretty much it. Though starting this week it's going to be different though: University offers would be coming in, Scholarship interviews will be held, and if I do get shortlisted for law in NUS then I'll be travelling down to Singapore again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Which would mean that starting now, or soon, I should start actively reading newspapers and doing research and practising speeches in front of my mirror. But then, i'm kinda lazy, so I shall leave that to &lt;strong&gt;future jocelyn&lt;/strong&gt;. (: &lt;em&gt;[I am rewatching how i met your mother coz i finished all 3 seasons and i'm really really bored right now.]&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I really want to learn french now. (: It's so gentle and sweet sounding. Geesh I hate april. I want to start working/learning new things but driving lessons and interviews are really in the way. :( April, hurry up and be done! And please give me a scholarship too. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, life is like a standstill for me right now.&lt;br /&gt;Meaningless nonsense. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-8837737172201384217?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/8837737172201384217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=8837737172201384217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/8837737172201384217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/8837737172201384217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/03/blogging-is-such-chore.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-1362344308091725723</id><published>2009-03-21T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T23:07:50.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This past week was a drama week.&lt;br /&gt;Drama as in me watching tons of 'dramas' aka 'series'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched grey's, house, CSI, and lastly how i met your mother.  I can't remember who recommended the series, but i think it's winston. lol. Is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, talking about winston, I just came back from my second dinner with him. Second as in it was the second time I was eating dinner today. And winston eats a lot, for his size. I'm sure people who know him know that. But i'm always amazed everytime. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he let me drive his car! For like 6 horrifying seconds. I bet he regretted that. lol. But no worries the car is fine. (: And I drove. For the third time in my life. I hope the police doesnt google me. or him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight. It's time to go eat durian. &lt;strong&gt;@.@ &lt;/strong&gt;(or is it &lt;strong&gt;@@&lt;/strong&gt;?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just for fun. XD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-1362344308091725723?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1362344308091725723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=1362344308091725723&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/1362344308091725723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/1362344308091725723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-past-week-was-drama-week.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-1385255940529927078</id><published>2009-03-20T14:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T14:43:07.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Our &lt;strong&gt;favourite driving instructor&lt;/strong&gt; quit :(&lt;br /&gt;And now my new instructor is Mr. Lai.&lt;br /&gt;I hope he's not that stupid old angry luosuo PMS guy who taught me for my second lesson. If he is I'll bring a knife on my next lesson. Whenever he shouts i'll just take out the knife. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playdoh knife la okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every post of mine so far is ranting eh.&lt;br /&gt;But I kinda finished my scholarship all stuff, so not much things to rant about already. Maybe about how my laptop just died, 5 days ago, and now I can't switch it on. And it still isn't repaired yet, i bet it's gonna cost a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: weekend's coming. so fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-1385255940529927078?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1385255940529927078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=1385255940529927078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/1385255940529927078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/1385255940529927078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/03/our-favourite-driving-instructor-quit.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-7840095219729195877</id><published>2009-03-18T14:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T14:41:33.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You cannot imagine how MAD i am right now, applying for universities. Their application form is so long, and so badly organized, and it's so difficult to get the information we need. And the links to the instruction page is wrong. It is SO annoying, I need to scream at someone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND i don't have JAVA.&lt;br /&gt;So, to pay the friggin application fee, i need to wait 30 minutes to install java.&lt;br /&gt;Like &lt;strong&gt;wth.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for ntu, I paid already but its not registered.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, write la: &lt;em&gt;Your application fee has been received.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, it's just : &lt;em&gt;Click here to pay your application fee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You better not ask me to pay again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;15 dollars okay. its like... *thinks* Rm 37!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Heh, I can buy.. so many many packets of sugus with that money! Speaking of which, I finished RM2 worth of sugus last night. I think around.. 30 sugus-es. SUGUS rocks!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fuming right now, I need a kitkat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*munches kitkat*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 minutes left to install java. &lt;strong&gt;@#&amp;amp;#@)!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wonder why noone else is complaining about the applications. :( Australia and UK applications are way way easier. Seriously. Though for australia we need to fill in forms. But that makes it simpler coz everything is in hardcopy and all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;GRARHHHHHH. Okay, I should stop ranting now.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, AND, And, AND, NTU wants essays for their Asean scholarship! :( &lt;em&gt;Another essay.&lt;/em&gt; Sobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I went school to certify my certs yesterday afternoon, and this morning, and both times the PK &lt;em&gt;aka winston's mum&lt;/em&gt; (: wasn't around. So i'm going again this afternoon. The office looks so different. And the people look so different too. From afar I could see the cheerleaders practising. And pengakap practising marching, i think. Ahh. I miss my old CCAs. I miss taekwondo. :( &lt;strong&gt;Suddenly I feel so old.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;At least I haven't reach the big '2' yet. Though most of my friends have, or, are going to reach it this year. So soon. In 8 years time we will be engaged, married, pregnant,&lt;strong&gt; fat&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;ugly&lt;/strong&gt;. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*presses freeze button*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm happy with the way things are now. (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-7840095219729195877?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/7840095219729195877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=7840095219729195877&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/7840095219729195877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/7840095219729195877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-cannot-imagine-how-mad-i-am-right.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-1146874556069837091</id><published>2009-03-16T20:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T22:02:43.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am writing my overdue-ed essay now! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quit my job today. Because I would be pretty busy this few weeks, and also 'cause it's time for me to do real work and earn some money. I've never worked before! :( I hope I get the chance to work, what with all the scholarships and driving lessons I still haven't completed, and the iceskating lessons I'm scheduled to start in April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee, April and May is a month of decisions.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of decisions. But only one destination.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;..in the process of writing essay...&lt;br /&gt;It has now been 25 minutes this window has been open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;One hour now, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO HOURS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post. (: Finish essay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-1146874556069837091?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1146874556069837091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=1146874556069837091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/1146874556069837091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/1146874556069837091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-writing-my-overdue-ed-essay-now-i.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-4293720166574824277</id><published>2009-03-15T19:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T20:37:44.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hello. (: I've been busy with scholarship and uni application for the past few days and the craziness still isnt over yet, still got &lt;em&gt;essays to write, forms to fill, forms to send, information to learn, newspapers to read, certs to certify...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Singapore trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday: RESULTS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yeah, results lo. The five of us went into the bus and the first thing we said was 'NO TV!!'. :( They sent their tv for servicing!! Was so so sad. So we slept. and woke up occasionally to talk. We touched down at singapore at 140pm and that was like so late. Rush rush rush, reached school at 245pm. Principal had already started talking bout statistics. Then they announced the top scorers and all. &lt;em&gt;NO, i wasn't one of them.&lt;/em&gt; (: But I wasn't sad or anything, coz I knew that my GP sucked. So then we went to collect our results. I expected my form teacher to have some bad comments to say or complain about my GP but no, surprisingly, she said 'you did well.' Woah, I was quite shocked. Don't know what happened. She suddenly didnt dislike me for that one minute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, that day was a hectic day of running around certifying stuff, talking to people. about the FUTURE. :( Sad face because I'm still having a dilemma. &lt;strong&gt;Which country, which course.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday: INTERVIEW and SMU OPEN HOUSE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;lalala. I screwed up my interview. The guy was like scolding me 'cause i didnt know what module i wanted to take for USP if i get chosen. And i'm like 'Am I not supposed to decide only IF i do get chosen?' Gee, all Singaporean interviewers like to scold people. Even the ASEAN one, i was scolded, coz I said I might leave Singapore if i get scholarship. Why so uptight? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;SMU looks like a .. citylife university. Like a play play university. No doubt their programmes are quite good and their teaching methods are very westernized, but nah, the culture is very not desirable for uni life. So, no, no SMU for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday: CLASSMATE's GIG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: Went for classmate's gig in Bugis. (: He was the drummer. Too bad most of their songs were mandarin songs so I couldn't relate. Then we had some mini class bak kut teh dinner. I like bak kut teh, but I don't really like the meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday: NUS and AJC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went AJC in the morning to meet teachers. Then we had to make a trip down to NUS to get our stupid admission pin number. And they said they sent it to tomlimson road! Like where on earth is that? Okayla, it's in Singapore. (: After that met tarzan! Together with seira (elephant), we're forming the tarzan and jane club in Australia. that is , if I go la. and if he goes. LOL. (: Was fun catching up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday: PEOPLE (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I met shaam for lunch, after he ffk-ed/pangseh-ed me on friday. (: I forced him to tell me in detail the synopsis of Smallville season 8. haha. Now I don't really need to watch. He's a good storyteller. =D Then met class girls for steamboat! After that we camwhored at Suntec's fountain. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday: VINCE's PARADE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;lol. Passing out Parade, actually. I don't know why they call it the passing out parade, i mean, 'pass out' means 'faint' right? So anyway, it's like a graduation ceremony for the NS men who went through their 2 months of basic military training. (not bad right, I know my stuff.) My first impression when they marched out was 'oooh toy soldiers!' haha. Okay la, they looked quite good (: He did, at least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday: SCHOOl again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went back school again. Met minhuay! (: ehh, actually met her on monday alr. But yeah. (: That was about it. I fell sick, flu. Kept sneezing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday: HOME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. ESSAY! Essay! essay. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go out and catch a movie.&lt;br /&gt;Some sucky movie, I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;Just a movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-4293720166574824277?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/4293720166574824277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=4293720166574824277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/4293720166574824277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/4293720166574824277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-1487333881432992721</id><published>2009-03-13T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T23:14:14.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah, so i'm back from my one week of holiday (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm so tired and sick and headache-y right now that I don't even feel like writing down every single detail of that one week of spore. Maybe some other day, but rest assured I will do that, just so that next time when I read this I remember important events in my life. Sorry to you poor readers though. Haha. I have bad memory about events. I don't know why. :( And people. Names and birthdays. Gosh I even forgot some people's names when I went back AJ the other day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-1487333881432992721?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1487333881432992721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=1487333881432992721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/1487333881432992721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/1487333881432992721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/03/yeah-so-im-back-from-my-one-week-of.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-1214131328998048848</id><published>2009-03-05T18:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T19:01:50.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;packing day&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;freaking out day&lt;/span&gt;. and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;makeup-ing day&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The last one was random. My sister passed me her eyeliner pencil the other day 'cause on one fine day I was bored and said &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'How will I look if i put eyeliner? Will it match my hair?'&lt;/span&gt;. Then she got so excited and passed me her pencil. Which I tried using today. (: Quite obviously tak jadi right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I looked like a freaking cat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kucing&lt;/span&gt;. or is it kuching? (shit.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rSwbVofrhY/Sa-tsq2Vk9I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DFEMYxFGcrI/s320/cat-facts.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My 'after' picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And then i just ignored the mess in my eyes, coz it looked okay from afar. Then I was like a small girl again, stealing mom's make up kit and drawing everywhere. MUAHAHA. Damn funny. I realize make up really does change how we look ehh. No wonder some girls are so gorgeous. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Sounds like sour grapes, i know.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I washed my face immediately after that, and make-up is really hard to clean you know. My eyes were still blackish to the extent that my mum asked me &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'you kena punch is it? what happened to your eye?'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Geeesh. Make-up become injury pula. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am really not born for make-up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And gosh, packing was disastrous. At first I didnt want to bring a big trolley bag 'cause I paiseh, since seira and the rest will be bringing small small bags. Then I tried to stuff everything into a small bag, but tak jadi. (So many failures today.) So I resorted back to the big trolley bag. Boo, i got excuse: I'm a girl (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for freaking-out. I guess it's normal right. (: Everyone freaks out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rSwbVofrhY/Sa-v-2bAu3I/AAAAAAAAAFY/2mDzVeIIG6w/s320/ShockCat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see. cat also freak out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh. and Lohweijie is funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He dreamt of me! Haha. Receiving results on the stage. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Geee. Sorry to disappoint you. :( Sorry that I WILL disappoint you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what a cat-ty day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A cat just came into my house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He must have came to save the freaking out cat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-1214131328998048848?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1214131328998048848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=1214131328998048848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/1214131328998048848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/1214131328998048848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/03/today-was-packing-day.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rSwbVofrhY/Sa-tsq2Vk9I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DFEMYxFGcrI/s72-c/cat-facts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-1975949671076758796</id><published>2009-03-03T19:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T20:26:33.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Work was boring today. Not because WORK is boring, but because there was no WORK to be done. So I spent like 3/4 of the day reading what first year law students would study: law of torts. I understand now why Josiah said its boring last year. And it's chim! I was lost since the sentence: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'In any event it is rare that the one at fault is the one who pays the compensation.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right. So after a while I got bored, and plugged in my mp3 to listen to the radio. I have no idea why, but where i was, the only english channel I could get was the business station. BFM. Maybe because I was at a business building. (: It was quite interesting actually, they had an interview with a literary reviewer, talking about adaption of books into movies. And they said &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;harry potter&lt;/span&gt; was an example of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 'a mediocre book being made into awesome movies'&lt;/span&gt; . O.o Totally opposite from my opinion, and most people, for that matter. They said that as the books got suckier, the movie got better. Maybe it's true, for the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Order of Phoenix&lt;/span&gt; but for me, the rest of the Movies just sucked big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm like so in my head with this singapore thing. Where to stay, what to do, what to bring.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; As if I've never been to Singapore before. &lt;/span&gt;Well I have, duh, but this is the first time going without my parents, i guess. (: So quite excited, and scared. Seira, suen and I keep having msn conferences to plan everything. Weeee. (: Bus at 8am on friday. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mixed feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Two feelings one body. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Reminds me of kayaun.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-1975949671076758796?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1975949671076758796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=1975949671076758796&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/1975949671076758796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/1975949671076758796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/03/work-was-boring-today.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-7867675735378863291</id><published>2009-02-27T18:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T18:44:54.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I woke up at eleven today, and just when I finished bathing, they were outside my house already. And when I went out they were playing frisbee on the road. Lol. Such friends I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gerard chose the movie &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'sex drive'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You can imagine how the movie goes, it's exactly like how its name suggests. Our first few reactions to the movie was :&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'What the hell?'&lt;/span&gt; But after a while we calmed down and started watching properly. It was quite funny la, actually. (: But they censored like a lot of it and conversations were like cut off presumably because the fella was saying the f word too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I shopped alone today. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Shopping alone is the&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; best&lt;/span&gt; ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's like you can buy anything you want, and walk to wherever you want, instead of having to burden people or follow people around. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's like freedom.&lt;/span&gt; I usually don't like to be alone outside, i mean like, can you imagine watching a movie alone? Like everyone comes in in groups and pairs and you sit at the corner alone, eating your miserable small size popcorn? :( I would never want to be that person. BUT, shopping is different. Just different. I don't know why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I foresee a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;busy busy week &lt;/span&gt;ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One which I will be spending time reading uni prospectus, and packing. And praying about results. One which I won't be spending hours watching grey's anatomy. :( Though I'm kinda finishing season 5 already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am loving my hair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like a hair-less boy. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-7867675735378863291?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/7867675735378863291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=7867675735378863291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/7867675735378863291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/7867675735378863291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-woke-up-at-eleven-today-and-just-when.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-4920101249263512376</id><published>2009-02-26T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T22:49:40.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I watched the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;long and draggy&lt;/span&gt; case of benjamin buttons today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't see why he had to be named buttons. Benjamin clock would have been more apt, but oh well. And the movie was okay, touching yes, but a bit too long. The few moments I really enjoyed was when brad pitt was in his 20s.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Hotness.&lt;/span&gt; Too bad he's old now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Peter does not have good comments about my hair. He said it's .. I can't remember. Something to do with some actress in the movie Heart Candy. Said I look like her in the movie and she was really annoying. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wonder what he's trying to imply&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;. Oh then I met like my primary 3 classmate (the one I punched and whose specs I broke then (: ) Haven't seen him in like, at least 4 years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Frisbee at night, in the park, is fun. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Though I really suck at catching and throwing. Chunwei and Kayaun are rather good at it though. I just keep missing the frisbee and when i throw it flies like a plate unable to balance itself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gerard's leaving on Saturday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seelah, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERYONE&lt;/span&gt; is leaving for australia. Semua orang. February is like the 'leaving' month. So sad. Now I'm seriously going to be the only girl in outings like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One week to Singapore. Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-4920101249263512376?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/4920101249263512376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=4920101249263512376&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/4920101249263512376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/4920101249263512376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-watched-long-and-draggy-case-of.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-64452458374031123</id><published>2009-02-25T20:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T20:48:17.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was sleeping soundly and peacefully yesterday when a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;rat&lt;/span&gt; sneaked into my blue little bedroom and bit off 3 quarter of my hair. It must have tasted good. I bathed one hour before I slept, with my purple sunsilk shampoo (:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah so I cut my hair short.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; really short. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And kayaun doesnt like it, I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I havent heard from vince yet, I gave him one day to reply me, but since he hasn't I went ahead with my impulsive decision anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I look like a boy now. In dad's words 'a pretty boy'. (: Haha. I'm totally fine with that, but please people don't laugh at me. I've got low self-esteem :( &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*hides into a hole in the ground*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The reasons?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I hate my hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. It's so hot nowadays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I was bored and looking for a change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Cool ma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Shan't show you how it looks. You will get a shock and die of heart attack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm saving your life, people. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-64452458374031123?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/64452458374031123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=64452458374031123&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/64452458374031123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/64452458374031123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-was-sleeping-soundly-and-peacefully.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-5053564485278563622</id><published>2009-02-24T19:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T19:20:30.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think it's a &lt;strong&gt;confirmed&lt;/strong&gt; thing that results will be out on 6th, seeing that SMU and NTU are having their openhouses on 7 March and 14 March respectively. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, work has been great. Eventhough I was doing admin stuff in the first week, but now I'm more exposed to what lawyers do. I've helped to type a will (: , and helped proof-read witness statements. Oh the lawyer said I can go to the court and see if I want, but sadly I won't be around then (will be in spore). I hope they postpone the trial, like they always do. (: &lt;strong&gt;Law seems fun enough.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since I like law and maths, I've decided to combine both degrees. (: Double Degree. I'm applying for australis unis this sunday so i got to fill up the application forms quick. And I'm very sad that Macquarie does not have Sem 2 intake for Law and/or Commerce. And I really &lt;strong&gt;don't want to wait one more year&lt;/strong&gt;, though it is one of the best unis for actuarial studies. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my hair. Like, I wake up and look into the mirror and it spoils my day coz my hair sucks big time. I know some people like my hair, which I don't understand why, but I really really want to just chop it all away, become bald or something. &lt;strong&gt;Bald is sexy&lt;/strong&gt; right? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayaun is gay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-5053564485278563622?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/5053564485278563622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=5053564485278563622&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/5053564485278563622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/5053564485278563622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-think-its-confirmed-thing-that.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-1546746251225509555</id><published>2009-02-22T17:04:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T17:26:47.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yeah I'm back. It's been long since I've blogged. I have kinda lost the mood and motivation to blog, what with all the work and driving lessons I have been busy with. Not too busy actually, I just like staying at home most of the time reading books and watching series. Me thinks I should go out and breathe more fresh air and, &lt;strong&gt;get some exercise&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay. I just lost the mood to blog already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Maybe I'll talk more next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And oh, results are coming out on &lt;strong&gt;March 6th.&lt;/strong&gt; (as is publicly rumoured) I am trusting the teacher's words and the NS people's word on this coz then I'll need to do some arrangements with the work and the driving lessons and the interview. Hectic march.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Though I'm rather excited though, so i can not only get results, and i can also meet people (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Excited much. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-1546746251225509555?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1546746251225509555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=1546746251225509555&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/1546746251225509555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/1546746251225509555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/02/yeah-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-6581943330875817398</id><published>2009-02-12T23:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T23:53:42.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;I can't do it. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-6581943330875817398?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/6581943330875817398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=6581943330875817398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/6581943330875817398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/6581943330875817398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-cant-do-it.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-6032651527904591427</id><published>2009-02-09T19:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T19:55:50.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rSwbVofrhY/SZAWm1SfNhI/AAAAAAAAAEU/0OsUrpi8IZ0/s1600-h/P2080379.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We attended a church concert last night (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Celebrating the Lord's faithfulness in Crisis' featuring Joanne Yeoh and Juwita Suwito. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't know who they are?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Juwita Suwito is a singer. Her father is Indonesian and her mom is Singaporean but she's a Malaysian. (: She is Malaysian Idol finalists' vocal trainer. (: Her voice is awesome!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Joanne Yeoh is a professional violinist, 'one of malaysia's finest export' as the emcee said. (: (: She makes me want to play violin. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched pinkpanther2 today with sis and church friends. (same people!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was quite funny! (: Definitely worth the money, but it wasn't as good as the first. Though I strongly recommend everyone to watch it. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm starting work tomorrow. Scared, a bit. (: But I'm supposed to be some dumb intern anyway so yeah I'll just be dumb. Shall not be too hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grey's (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-6032651527904591427?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/6032651527904591427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=6032651527904591427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/6032651527904591427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/6032651527904591427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-attended-church-concert-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-8044800290561254125</id><published>2009-02-06T18:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T18:38:01.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aww. After the bu4 gathering at lydia's house last night for cny, I started reminiscing about the years in highschool. (: We've all grown from our stupid immature self to our WISE mature characters now. At least, for most of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't find much photos of highschool years, and since I left in form4 and form5, I wasn't in most of the photos. :( Leaving is something I seriously regret till this day, but then it wasn't my decision, and I wouldn't know how things would turn out otherwise anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299627263872887762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rSwbVofrhY/SYwO6vkea9I/AAAAAAAAADs/OJXJVbA9fX0/s320/P7030016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the cheerleading times. (;&lt;br /&gt;Though short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've grown so old now. Older, at least. We've known each other for 6 years now and I'm glad that we're still close friends till now. I think high school friends are forever, or maybe it's just that we clicked really well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was watching Grey's Anatomy just now, &lt;em&gt;(this is going to contradict above),&lt;/em&gt; I realize that it is actually &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;okay to be alone&lt;/span&gt;. We are all unique individuals, it is indeed hard to find friends that really care and understand. Or rather, hard to find people who we can click with and who can tolerate us. I guess it's all part of life, this making-friends thing. And the truth is, some of us suck at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you think the word &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;'lonely'&lt;/span&gt; came about in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is, no matter what, at some period in life, there are times we will feel lonely and there's noone there for us. It is totally&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; normal&lt;/span&gt; and many people experience the same thing. Maybe we're just too busy to notice people, to oblivious to our surroundings, to preoccupied to care. So we're lonely, that isn't a crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people get depressed because they're lonely. I know, I've felt this way before. But thereafter it's the &lt;em&gt;'depressed-ness'&lt;/em&gt; that keeps people away. The 'think too much' syndrome that drives your friends further and further away. Yes I know, we are lonely at some point, but we can't forever be lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your minds open, keep your hands stretched out. I believe &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;deep down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; inside everyone is nice.&lt;/span&gt; We try to be nice at least, but there's a certain extent for everyone. And 'nice' itself has lots of definitions. Bottomline is, Loneliness will teach you to be independent, but we cannot deny the &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;importance of friends, of warmth, and of love.&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Okay, so today, I went sightseeing with kayaun. We eventually stumbled at putrajaya after dropping by at MMU cyberjaya. Gosh, I've only ever been to putrajaya like twice and that was when I was really tiny, so going there this time was different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so beautiful and so peaceful and so not &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Malaysia-ish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The architecture, the serenity, the nature. (:&lt;br /&gt;Too bad it's not really a nice city to live in. It's like a white house area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We so must go back one day. (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-8044800290561254125?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/8044800290561254125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=8044800290561254125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/8044800290561254125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/8044800290561254125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/02/aww.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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/_1rSwbVofrhY/SYwO6vkea9I/AAAAAAAAADs/OJXJVbA9fX0/s72-c/P7030016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-3727833499068332190</id><published>2009-02-04T18:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T18:43:06.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just had a good game of badminton.&lt;br /&gt;Been seeing joanna's church cellgroup mates, peter, tengjun, yesterday and today coz they're like really bored. So yesterday, we played board games, and today we had badminton. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't exercised since forever. I feel so &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;energized&lt;/span&gt; now. (:&lt;br /&gt;I should exercise more often to keep fit, but jogging is so boring, and unsafe. I feel weird jogging around outside the house. I don't like it when cars pass by and people look out or people in the park look at you and all.. I should start checking out gyms soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized I really do not like sad endings. :(&lt;br /&gt;There was this book by Jodi Picoult where the husband cheated on his wife and I got so angry I didnt want to finish the book. And then there was this Singapore drama bout how this guy cheated on his girlfriend, which was screened at the exact same time i was reading the book. As a result, I was like &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;criticizing all men&lt;/span&gt; and taking it out on vince. LOL. Saying that &lt;em&gt;men are bad,&lt;/em&gt; that I don't trust men, and all that nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now when I watch grey's anatomy, before even reaching season 2, I jumped to read the recap of season 5 just to know the ending of the romance between Meredith and Derek. Since it's a happy ending, I have been continuing on to season 2. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was really affected by gossipgirls too, when Serena and Dan broke up. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tak suka la.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in a happy ending world, I hope. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-3727833499068332190?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/3727833499068332190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=3727833499068332190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/3727833499068332190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/3727833499068332190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-just-had-good-game-of-badminton.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-5577419113767514684</id><published>2009-02-02T20:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T20:38:04.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Joseph (see tagboard) has gone back to miri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a busy weekend for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He touchdown-ed on friday noon, and we went to OU after that. Watched 'Underworld-the rise of the lycans'. Quite nice, although rather dark literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On saturday he went for his interview and then we went to sunway lagoon. Gosh I didnt know sunway lagoon was so expensive okay. 48 bucks wei and they ask you to pay deposit for their wristbands too. and 50 bucks if you lose them. Cheat people's money seriously. Anyway the rides were all right, we didnt sit on any of those that went upside down. The water park was fun. (: But surprisingly we only spent like 2 and a half hours for both parks. Too old for it, maybe. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, went church. (: And then went to petaling street and central market just to look see look see. We tried eating fresh lotus seeds, which tasted weird to me. :( Then we went midvalley and stoned around, watched 'The Wedding Game'. Not bad for a singapore show, at least it made me laugh a few times. It's rather lame and unrealistic though, so it probably isnt really worth the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today! Dad, mum and i went to the law firm I am going to 'work' at. It's like an 'internship' because there's no pay and i'll just be a officegirl running errands. It was rather scary meeting the senior partners (lawyers) of the firm, eventhough it was just a casual meeting. Anyway, i start next week on Monday Tuesday Wednesdays. Finally, something to do instead of wasting my time watching dramas. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph went back in the evening today. Hope he had fun with us. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally caught up with astro's episodes of House so now i have no more House to watch. I am now watching Grey's Anatomy. Yeah I know, another medical show. It just happens that its the only other series I have seeing that I have a sister who's a medical student. LOL. Dad was wondering whether I was suddenly interested in medicine or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, I shall stick to maths. or econs. or law. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, I'm going to watch Mcdreamy now, though I don't think he's that great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-5577419113767514684?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/5577419113767514684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=5577419113767514684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/5577419113767514684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/5577419113767514684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/02/joseph-see-tagboard-has-gone-back-to.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-1467826237076770023</id><published>2009-01-29T19:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T20:24:26.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gee, I got tagged in facebook by candice and vincent (i think), and since I don't really appreciate the open-ness in facebook, i'm doing it here. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rules:&lt;/strong&gt; Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 20 random things, facts, habits or goals about you. At the end choose 20 people to be tagged. &lt;strong&gt;You have to tag the person who tagged you! &lt;/strong&gt;[&lt;em&gt;Honestly what's the point? So that you'll know 20 + 20x20 random things about someone?&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay here goes. It's going to be a tough post, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'm a boring person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I like going window shopping online.&lt;/span&gt; Blog boutiques. I just think of buying them and start planning on ordering but after like 1 hour plus staring at numerous blogs i get bored and just shut them all down. Happens like almost everyday. Today, though, I left an enquiry at one of the tagboards! &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So proud of myself. &lt;/span&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I work well under pressure.&lt;/span&gt; I know my first comment for Singapore is 'stressful' but I actually like it like that. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Argh, i'm cracking my head already.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I like this particular comedy/series - 'Two and a half men'.&lt;/span&gt; It's funny, it's about two brothers, one divorced and one single. The divorced one has a son. They all live together. It's basically about their life. Funny though. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Half of my queensize bed is filled with soft toys, so i'm actually sleeping on a single bed.&lt;/span&gt; (: The bed's just too big for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My smilies are upside down (: instead of :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;because I do not like the msn emoticon that pops up whenever I type :). And, I do not like =), hence :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's hard for me to buy jeans and shoes because I'm in between sizes.&lt;/span&gt; Which is why I settle for skirts and dresses now. I think. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm scared of my older cousin.&lt;/span&gt; Won't tell you which one, though. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I used to want to be a journalist.&lt;/span&gt; Or be a model. Whatever I can be if I study Mass Communications. But now i realize that my english is sucky, and I'm too ugly for a model. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I dislike milk.&lt;/span&gt; But I don't mind it with cereal. And I don't mind milk candy. But I like cow. (: &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Cow produces beef right&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I cannot remember people's birthdays.&lt;/span&gt; I've tried but I can't. So whenever I wish you it's either coz I really truly genuinely remembered or I saw a reminder. Which in most cases, is the latter. &lt;strong&gt;SORRY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I read blogs a lot.&lt;/span&gt; I read random people's blogs for like hours and scroll to their archives and all. I know I might seem like a stalker but actually I'm just born that way: a female.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My sister and I,&lt;/span&gt; and a lot of other people for that matter, &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;used to write 'Thank you postman!'&lt;/span&gt; on the back of every letter we sent. (: seemed nice and polite at that time. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I doubt he ever reads it anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I dislike it when people judge others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I am confident of my A level results.&lt;/span&gt; Though some days I might worry and think too much, but other days I'm quite excited at the prospect of getting the results. I know i won't get straight A's  but I think I can achieve my aim. (: Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I rank both bu4 years and singapore years as the best years of my life,&lt;/span&gt; followed by maybe johor and kuching, and then only puaychai. &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I hated puaychai.&lt;/span&gt; But not the people la, I just couldn't fit in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I know four people with the same birthday as me!&lt;/span&gt; Desiree, Kenghuang, Chinyeow, and Joleen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I act differently in front of different people.&lt;/span&gt; That's why some people say I'm childish and some say I'm mature. Not that I am two-sided though, it's just what I feel comfortable as when i'm with different people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; I used to love eating 'wangwangs' a lot. &lt;/span&gt;You know, the salty sweet rice cracker? I would say that you can lock me up in a cage and give me &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;wangwangs &lt;/span&gt;everyday and i'll still be happy. I still like it though, but not as much. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I think I will never like drinking alcohol.&lt;/span&gt; I just don't seem to like the bitter and hot taste. But then again, I said I would not study in singapore, and I also said that i'll never have a singaporean boyfriend. &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I also said I'll never get married, and never have kids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; I am tired after squeezing out those 19 facts about me above.&lt;/span&gt; And I'm surprised I actually managed to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-1467826237076770023?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1467826237076770023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=1467826237076770023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/1467826237076770023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/1467826237076770023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/01/gee-i-got-tagged-in-facebook-by-candice.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-747899502268731885</id><published>2009-01-28T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T21:50:21.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back from JOHOR.&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, cny wasn't too bad this year. Probably because my sis brought her laptop back so 50 percent of the time I was watching house, and also entertaining my cousins. My 10 year old and 7 year old cousins watched house with me. LOL. (: They normally watch on astro with their dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I've grown to&lt;em&gt; not dislike kids&lt;/em&gt; that much anymore. When you have a house full of small kids running around, it's hard to avoid them. LOL. It wasn't too bad la, at least they don't cry much. Pretty cute, actually. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR&lt;/span&gt; everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with some of the pontian people and they haven't changed much. Personality wise, i mean. Looks too, actually. (: haha. Didnt get the chance to meet all of them though, had not much time and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to &lt;strong&gt;february&lt;/strong&gt;. It's going to be exciting.&lt;br /&gt;I just know it. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-747899502268731885?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/747899502268731885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=747899502268731885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/747899502268731885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/747899502268731885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-back-from-johor.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-5178070457857435894</id><published>2009-01-23T20:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T20:45:15.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you can never have enough.</title><content type='html'>Guess who's out from camp/ns/army? (: (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; well yeah, he's still in singapore and i'm still in malaysia. But for these few days, we can talk during the day time as well. (: Haha. But he's out for dinner with his family now, so I haven't talked to him much. Yes people, family always comes first. Before anything else (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family &gt; friends, girlfriends, boyfriends, boss, colleagues, one-night stands (O.o)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of what a pastor told my mum a few years back:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;'A father is always a father, but a boyfriend comes and go.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, this was after his daughter broke up with her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, parents (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, update for these two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crab&lt;/strong&gt; is nice. (: I forced myself to use my hands and peel open the crab since I was paying for it. Normally I don't eat outside, it's just too messy for me. I like the sauce, and the mantou. Why am I the 'mantou' girl? They even took a picture with me and my mantou. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite fun though. Like 9 young people going to a chinese restaurant? We received many stares from the few tables around us, coz they were all adults or working people or families, and we were like &lt;strong&gt;one group of kids.&lt;/strong&gt; First time eating chinese food with friends though, interesting experience. And I found out that jiayang eats crab with fork and spoon, and sucks at using the hammer. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for pasar malam after that, for our &lt;strong&gt;bubbletea&lt;/strong&gt;! And, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SWEETtalk&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;taste so much better!! I miss bubble tea. When I reach singapore (for whatever reason), the first thing I'm going to do is drink my chocolate milk tea. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At like 10 plus, we met kayaun at mcdonalds and we had twister fries! (: I like twister fries, but it is seriously too pricey for the little amount we get. Rip-off! It's funny how we call cheap things a '&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;steal'&lt;/span&gt;, and pricey things as &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;'rip-offs'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seriously,&lt;/strong&gt; what's the reason behind the naming? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Today, Jiming and I watched 'inkheart'. I quite enjoyed it, though not one of the best movies ever, but I think he didnt really like it. Hrrrmm. (: and we had &lt;strong&gt;JCO donuts&lt;/strong&gt;! I feel fat already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE BLOGGER. I shall 'copy' and 'paste' before I press 'publish post' the next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so i got 8.0 for ielts. (: Happy, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to johor tomorrow till wed/thurs. So till then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't gamble away all your money, so that we can yumcha after cny.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-5178070457857435894?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/5178070457857435894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=5178070457857435894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/5178070457857435894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/5178070457857435894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-can-never-have-enough.html' title='you can never have enough.'/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-1238502770681037025</id><published>2009-01-22T17:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T17:36:22.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hrrrmm, I gotta rush this post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're eating seafood/crab later. I hope it's not too expensive, :( or i'll burn a hole in my already HOLE-ly wallet. Though I can just ask from my parents, but paiseh la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I woke up at 10 plus today and went out then just came back around 4. Not an outing with friends, mind you, but to run errands and all. Went to METRO to pay up the driving fees and I'm going to start learning to drive first week of feb (like finally). We also went to a few boutiques (me and mum) so bought some stuff in the end. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to watch inkheart  tmr (:&lt;br /&gt;But before that, i'm collecting my IELTS results !!! Gosh, I'm quite scared. Actually I don't really need it la because I have general paper, but still. I'm always scared before knowing any results, etc the useless SATs that i took last year and ... yeah. That's it I guess. I hope I don't embarass myself with the results. Haha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss vince. like hell.&lt;br /&gt;nah, like heaven. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-1238502770681037025?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1238502770681037025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=1238502770681037025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/1238502770681037025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/1238502770681037025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/01/hrrrmm-i-gotta-rush-this-post-were.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-8591599967388477354</id><published>2009-01-21T16:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T21:39:56.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just because I can, I will.</title><content type='html'>I seriously like watching house. Wait, not like, love. (: Although I treat it as more of a radio than a series, because I do other things while listening to it. It's not the scenes that I like, its the conversation that intrigues me. (: The intellectual things they say, with their sarcasm and wit. (: Sangat entertaining and thought-provoking. And I've learnt a few medical terms too, I suppose that's a plus side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's dad's birthday today. I pieced a puzzle for him. Twice. I did it few weeks ago and then i broke it few days ago. Accidentally, duh. So I did it again. Thank goodness it's a mini puzzle with really cute pieces and hence it took me only an hour and a half to complete it, both times. Bought him a cute card too, and that's it I guess. It's quite hard to buy things for dads, seeing as they are the ones who earn the money, so I find it really weird taking the money and buying stuff when it's his own money. So yeah. HAPPY BIRTHDAY dad. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, happy birthday william.&lt;br /&gt;Can't seem to find his number so if he ever ever does come to the blog, then I got proof that I remembered. Hah! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I changed my blogskin. Got bored with the previous one, too soon. I spent like 2 hours looking through blogskins.com and I decided on this. And after much repair work and editing to the html it's finaly done and I can breathe a huge sigh of.. satisfaction. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned I finish the USP essay? Well, I submitted it last night after constant nagging from my parents, and being the kia-su half-singaporean that I am I shan't tell you what it's about. Though it's a quite common theory, (: I'm kiasu, so shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year's coming. A big break for some, but too me, it's no difference. And there I go again, talking about how I don't like chinese new year. I guess it's because I have to travel to johor. That's the main reason for the sien-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I need to go satisfy my house-ism craving. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-8591599967388477354?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/8591599967388477354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=8591599967388477354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/8591599967388477354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/8591599967388477354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/01/wow.html' title='Just because I can, I will.'/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-2964836807237918008</id><published>2009-01-19T21:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T22:18:38.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm going to have a busy week ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bedtime stories was quite nice (: Finally got to watch it after numerous times of kena pangseh. (pangseh = ffk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INKHEART, is next. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to make a mental list of people leaving for/going back to australia::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31st Jan&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 Feb&lt;br /&gt;Hueywen&lt;br /&gt;Kevin&lt;br /&gt;Joseph T&lt;br /&gt;Veron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 Feb&lt;br /&gt;Chinyeow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 March&lt;br /&gt;Gerard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot where to place suann and lydia. (dates, i mean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOAH! haha :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-2964836807237918008?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/2964836807237918008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=2964836807237918008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/2964836807237918008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/2964836807237918008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-going-to-have-busy-week-ahead.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-5607767552966562</id><published>2009-01-17T18:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T19:05:01.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My cousin came over today. With my aunt, of course. We were baking cookies and he was running all over the place, opening and closing doors. Well, actually we did the opening and he just kept closing them. Seriously, baking has so many cons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It's tiring.&lt;br /&gt;2. It's fattening.&lt;br /&gt;3. It's time consuming.&lt;br /&gt;4. The joy of successful cookies is dampened by the piles of stuff to be washed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that we will stop baking though. Our main purpose is to give people, so yeah. Not my call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikes, I'm paranoid, I'm starting to think a lot a lot of times before I say what I want to say out to certain people. Like, I have to say it out loud to see whether it sounds weird or offending. &lt;em&gt;(and it seems, even after rethinking, I just said the wrong thing.)&lt;/em&gt; My fear is not that people changed, is that they changed, and I don't know. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAWN. :( Seriously, tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-5607767552966562?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/5607767552966562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=5607767552966562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/5607767552966562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/5607767552966562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-cousin-came-over-today.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-6129848497403204175</id><published>2009-01-16T23:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T00:00:38.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAWN, i just came back from weitzyy's bbq gathering at her place. (: Her house is nice and big, and we had the bbq on the rooftop thingy (: So cool eyh, got cameras in the house, lydia was commenting that we can't walk naked in that house. coz the tv has access to all the cameras, haha. But yeah a bit scary la, I think. We're happy our houses are small. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I woke up at 1 today, yeah, i finished up my house season 3. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So proud, I took one week to finish it, longer than smallville though, coz it gets pretty boring sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr, is baking again. Geeesh, I don't like chinese new year at all.&lt;br /&gt;Except for the songs.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even enjoy the angpow part. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-6129848497403204175?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/6129848497403204175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=6129848497403204175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/6129848497403204175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/6129848497403204175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/01/yawn-i-just-came-back-from-weitzyys-bbq.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-5592558459920312906</id><published>2009-01-15T20:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T22:00:36.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hooray to me, I sudah habis my essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 2 today. *sheepish grin* I constantly have trouble sleeping la. :( So chinyeow sent me this e-book about how to sleep. I concluded that the 2 main things are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Expose yourself to the sunlight during the day&lt;br /&gt;2. Exercise regularly&lt;br /&gt;(all something to do with body temperature)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also other ways to help me stop thinking at night, from the erasing method, to the relaxing method. blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, today was quite an unproductive day. I mean, sure, i completed the essay. But i woke up at 2! I wanted to exercise but I had stomach cramps. :( So I ended up on the couch watching some looney toons movie with brendan fraser ( i think.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no ASTRO, but I'm not complaining. I think years of no watching tv has caused me to be immune to it, so I have no craze to watch tv and all. Whatmore now we have all the downloads of series and dramas and movies, there's really no need for the idiotbox.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(: still jobsearching. Tried jobstreet (thanks kaizen) but I don't know how to write a resume. Well, that's not exactly true, but I'm too lazy. (: I think I'll just work in a clothes shop, then when noone is looking I can steal the clothes. MUAHAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope my future employer doesn't read my blog. LOL. But in the case that he does, I shall put up a sweet picture of me to convince him that I'm a good person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291519864514287954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rSwbVofrhY/SW9BR_ZMGVI/AAAAAAAAADk/s8A3_lroXd0/s320/PA080181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehh. (: I miss AJ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-5592558459920312906?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/5592558459920312906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=5592558459920312906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/5592558459920312906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/5592558459920312906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/01/hooray-to-me-i-sudah-habis-my-essay.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rSwbVofrhY/SW9BR_ZMGVI/AAAAAAAAADk/s8A3_lroXd0/s72-c/PA080181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-2802866585370407770</id><published>2009-01-14T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T21:37:25.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is a playground. (:&lt;br /&gt;Say &lt;strong&gt;YES to everything!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that you'll avoid chantings of 'NO man NO man NO man' being thrown at you. Poor Jim Carrey, that must have been a scary moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the show was alright, though I did yawn a lot, which someone mistakenly understood that I was bored by the show. Yawn, I yawn a lot, it's normal. Oh yes, the show, well some parts are quite funny but overall it wasnt too great. But it wasnt too bad either. It wasnt as horrifyingly lame and pointless as the spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, saying YES to everything?&lt;br /&gt;And here the real world teaches us that we must learn to say NO.&lt;br /&gt;Like when people take advantage of you, like when strangers come up to you, like when ..   You get my drift. We have to say no, in such cases, to protect ourselves, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm bored to my toes. I want to start doing maths or something. I do have an essay to complete, but my mind tells me that its not mentally ready to write such a mentally challenging essay tonight, so i'll leave that to esok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a job. Something interesting. Not the typical promoter job, coz that will be seriously boring and sad. :( Suggestions, people? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off i go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-2802866585370407770?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/2802866585370407770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=2802866585370407770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/2802866585370407770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/2802866585370407770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-is-playground.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-1988059062837012143</id><published>2009-01-12T16:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T16:33:08.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(: I finally took some time and did the links on the side. Great sense of satisfaction, I tell you. Though it took me like 45 minutes collating. Haha, now I can view blogs much easier. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to write an essay, something about an interesting theory, for submission by 26th January to NUS! :( This sucks shit. I mean, it's such a general issue. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listing all the &lt;strong&gt;options &lt;/strong&gt;down for my studies (&lt;strong&gt;assuming results are good&lt;/strong&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;1. Maths and Stats at Imperial College, hopefully with scholarship.&lt;br /&gt;2. Maths, Operational Research, Stats, and Econs (MORSE) at Warwick, again hopefully with scholarship.&lt;br /&gt;3. Economics and Law at NUS.&lt;br /&gt;4. Law at NUS, but that means I can't come back to practice in Msia.&lt;br /&gt;5. Law in Msia and UK, twinning: 2+1 or 1+2.&lt;br /&gt;6. Actuarial Science in Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaning for option 1 and 2, if I don't get any scholarship, I might not go, as seriously, I can't do much with a maths degree. I can't do law in Australia, so the only option is Actuarial Science. I kind of like option number 5, eh (: Slack a while la, it seems so relaxed to study here. (: Though I'm seriously getting bored and want to learn new stuff now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xuxin said results are coming out &lt;strong&gt;2nd week of March..&lt;/strong&gt; Hmm. Which means february I'm left with driving lessons and hopefully, work. And then March i'll be busy pondering all the options above, again. For now, I'm going to just save this post and &lt;em&gt;if i ever forget my options,&lt;/em&gt; i've got it all written here. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be &lt;strong&gt;busy&lt;/strong&gt;. Yes, i need to write the essay. Two weeks left, I'm screwed. So anyway, tomorow I'm meeting SuAnn (: and wednesday i'll be out with chinyeow/jared (don't really know what to call him). Mum and I baked cheesetarts again today. I feel so pro now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days I watched &lt;strong&gt;gossipgirls &lt;/strong&gt;because my house ran out of season 3. It's quite nice la, I guess, but it seems so DRAMA. Like everyone's somehow connected and seriously it's too coincidental to be true. And I'm very affected by this kind of dramas, so the bf'gf thing made me miss vince a lot. I stopped at season 2 episode 10 coz that's all I have, and since the story was getting &lt;em&gt;so windy and twisty&lt;/em&gt; I'm kinda glad it ended there for me. So now, I've resorted back to &lt;strong&gt;House&lt;/strong&gt; which makes me think so much more as the conversations are actually&lt;em&gt; quite brain-teasing&lt;/em&gt;. Though I kinda don't listen when they start talking medical terms and all. I guess medic students really learn a lot from the series, huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt a lot of 'lessons' from a 'BIG' brother yesterday. (: Made me understand some things, through compliments and insults, though i know you are lazy to read my blog coz you don understand a thing. And then in the same night I got impatient and very annoyed with some other person. Never mind. I shan't elaborate, if you're smart and you're my friend you probably understand. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've got the mood to talk, I miss kayaun. See, I admitted it. (: Haha. Don't know what you're up to and whether your camp has started yet but yeah I miss hanging out with you. Haha (: OMG, so malu. *hides in a bush*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm still just, detached. Lots of reasons for that, like i've been away for so long, I can't fit in so easily anymore. Oh well I've got family, and that's why spending time at home is good (: Though I appreciate, like, a few, who asked. &lt;em&gt;I know I was never at the front of the line, anyway, might as well be happy at the back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a tough girl, yay (:&lt;br /&gt;After a few days, though. Time is important ma. And since time is abundant now, as compared to last year, I've got time to just &lt;strong&gt;hug my tigger&lt;/strong&gt; and roll around in the bed without a care in the world. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terima kasih banyak, saya dah habis cakap (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-1988059062837012143?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1988059062837012143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=1988059062837012143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/1988059062837012143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/1988059062837012143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-finally-took-some-time-and-did-links.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-332486901690499023</id><published>2009-01-10T18:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T20:50:58.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm going to hide away in all the dramas and series I have.&lt;br /&gt;I just, don't feel like talking, sorry people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Replying the tags,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kayaun: lol, i'm sorry though they still don't beat you. Haha. just kidding. They both look better with a little more .. meat, anyway. (: haha. come back la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angelin: haha. might not jadi anyway. you know la, we talk talk talk, dunno how it'll end up also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;szeyun: hi back to you! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minhuay: lol, you have... one day left. (: all the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-332486901690499023?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/332486901690499023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=332486901690499023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/332486901690499023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/332486901690499023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-going-to-hide-away-in-all-dramas-and.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-8436083573450958369</id><published>2009-01-08T18:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T18:48:19.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Best turnout ever. (: 23.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288868445548702946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rSwbVofrhY/SWXV1GCz7OI/AAAAAAAAAC8/6EVuffCR4-o/s320/P1070549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Missing above: Hueiyuih, lydia.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rSwbVofrhY/SWXV24MhPgI/AAAAAAAAADc/BqWIsBoojhM/s1600-h/P1070530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288868476191063554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rSwbVofrhY/SWXV24MhPgI/AAAAAAAAADc/BqWIsBoojhM/s320/P1070530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kaizen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rSwbVofrhY/SWXV2fe-bXI/AAAAAAAAADU/ziwJnB2cSxg/s1600-h/P1070528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288868469557587314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rSwbVofrhY/SWXV2fe-bXI/AAAAAAAAADU/ziwJnB2cSxg/s320/P1070528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gerard, hueywen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rSwbVofrhY/SWXV2EJtb9I/AAAAAAAAADM/t_h2IyAKuXM/s1600-h/P1070519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288868462220636114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rSwbVofrhY/SWXV2EJtb9I/AAAAAAAAADM/t_h2IyAKuXM/s320/P1070519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mandy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rSwbVofrhY/SWXV1iBchcI/AAAAAAAAADE/HlFRutsPLYQ/s1600-h/P1070509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288868453059167682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rSwbVofrhY/SWXV1iBchcI/AAAAAAAAADE/HlFRutsPLYQ/s320/P1070509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lydia, hueywen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vince is in NS. :( &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/34457523-8436083573450958369?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/8436083573450958369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=8436083573450958369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/8436083573450958369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/8436083573450958369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/01/best-turnout-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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/_1rSwbVofrhY/SWXV1GCz7OI/AAAAAAAAAC8/6EVuffCR4-o/s72-c/P1070549.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-8446617236950849206</id><published>2009-01-07T17:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T17:26:25.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lydia's back. (: like, finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'll be going out real soon to get myself a plannerdiary thing, like the ones to jot down your daily schedules and all. (: See, I am an organized person. (: Then I shall meet them at 7. I don't know who 'them' comprises of because apparently the msg was 'call everyone'. Haha. Reunion? Cool. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having some bimbo moment at home just now. Shan't elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;And I also had a blonde moment.&lt;br /&gt;When I read the ielts passage so many times and couldnt absorb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest assured it's just a 'moment'. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-8446617236950849206?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/8446617236950849206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=8446617236950849206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/8446617236950849206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/8446617236950849206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/01/lydias-back.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-3943025874088701867</id><published>2009-01-06T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T22:10:40.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since i'll be having my ielts test on saturday (written one), I shall practise my essay skills here. It's been ages since i've written an essay, and the last one i wrote was about science and religion on the 3rd of November 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some countries today, there is an attitude that 'anyone can do it' in the arts - music, literature, acting, art, etc. As a result, people with no talent become rich and famous and genuine talent is not valued or appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;Do you agree or disagree?                                               [min 250 words in 40 minutes]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I disagree that genuine talent is not valued or appreciated. Yes, it is true that the world today is becoming increasingly more open-minded hence the birth of untalented celebrities, but it would be too extreme to say that genuine talent is no longer valued. In fact, this attitude can have both positive and negative effects on the worth of genuine talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the increase use of mass media, everyone and anyone can showcase themselves to the public using tools such as blogs, youtube, and so on. This makes everyone a participant and competitor in the race to become the next big star. The sad thing is although many do not have genuine talent, yet pure nonsense alone can make one rise up to a celebrity status. Take XXX (I forgot his name) from American Idol. He had no talent, yet his wacky dance moves and non-existent vocal chords led him to such great popularity. This might cause people to not appreciate the fact that artistes should have genuine talent. People would believe that talent is unnecessary and hence, they might not respect genuine artistes as much as they used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this effect can work the other way too. With the rise of celebrities using looks instead of talent to get on the acting scene, genuine talent might be even more appreciated. Society's response to such an attitude would be that appearances can never cover the fact that he or she does not have talent in that field. In such cases, society will dislike those with the 'anyone can do it' attitude, and hence, appreciating genuine talent even more. Furthermore, out of so many people that tries to become popular out of nothing, only a handful really does succeed, and more often than not the rest just makes a fool out of themselves. This might also be a reason that society would appreciate genuine talent more as they realize that those without talent can never achieved as much as those with true potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world today will see increasing amount of people desperately wanting to be popular in the field of arts. With such large amount of competitors, only those with genuine talent can shine. Hence, I disagree that genuine talent is no longer valued or appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh. What a lousy essay. :( It makes no sense. Damn, I really should have kept my GP notes. Haha. I shall go back to multi-tasking now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-3943025874088701867?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/3943025874088701867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=3943025874088701867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/3943025874088701867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/3943025874088701867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/01/since-ill-be-having-my-ielts-test-on.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-9072136278946926635</id><published>2009-01-06T15:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T15:11:23.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay, i've just gotten the ielts book from hueywen (thanks a lot yeah!) so i'm going to don my mugger specs and mugger outfit and start cramming information into my brain, which desperately wants to watch 'house' right now instead of studying. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I'm a girl, so it's time for multi-tasking. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I desperately need to exercise. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-9072136278946926635?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/9072136278946926635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=9072136278946926635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/9072136278946926635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/9072136278946926635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/01/yay-ive-just-gotten-ielts-book-from.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-6948431638012196016</id><published>2009-01-04T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T22:29:33.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;vince went back today. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I miss you already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287445141746955602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rSwbVofrhY/SWDHV6MxNVI/AAAAAAAAAC0/FGIe2bDcz6g/s320/P1040502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the perfect way to start off my new year (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-6948431638012196016?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/6948431638012196016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=6948431638012196016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/6948431638012196016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/6948431638012196016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/01/vince-went-back-today.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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/_1rSwbVofrhY/SWDHV6MxNVI/AAAAAAAAAC0/FGIe2bDcz6g/s72-c/P1040502.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-1275731038506299281</id><published>2009-01-03T23:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T23:33:01.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;3 happiness, has no limits. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-1275731038506299281?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1275731038506299281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=1275731038506299281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/1275731038506299281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/1275731038506299281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/01/3-happiness-has-no-limits.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-7909365565115072689</id><published>2009-01-02T18:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T20:05:46.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I slept at 3 last night :( my head was wandering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, dad and i painted the outside fence and gate (:&lt;br /&gt;In the process, one spider, one bug, one fly, and one ant died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm meeting vince tomorrow. (:  &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mixed feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMANDA! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-7909365565115072689?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/7909365565115072689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=7909365565115072689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/7909365565115072689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/7909365565115072689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-slept-at-3-last-night-my-head-was.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-7164367637899139770</id><published>2009-01-01T15:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T15:42:47.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(: Happy new year again. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a 'loser' because I spent my new year's eve sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;Dad wanted to go watch fireworks, but when he woke mum and I up at eleven thirty to walk to OU, we were too tired and wanted to go back to sleep. So we ALL spent the night sleeping, though I did hear the fireworks from my house. Does that count? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a rat in our house. Or rather, there WAS a rat in our house.&lt;br /&gt;He bit everything! From my sister's handbag, to the internet wire, to the toiletpaper, to the aircon...  He must be really hungry. My mum was talking about the first time she caught a rat in our house, she smashed it with some wooden thing. So gross right? So I started thinking about ways to kill the rat if we ever catch it, and i think hanging it would be a much less cruel and gruesome way. (: But hopefully we never catch it and its out of the house la. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. I'm spending 1st January 2009 doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;My dad is washing the house and my mum is just doing housework.&lt;br /&gt;My sis is online.&lt;br /&gt;We are indeed a 'loser' family. (: haha.&lt;br /&gt;But it's fun like that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-7164367637899139770?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/7164367637899139770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=7164367637899139770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/7164367637899139770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/7164367637899139770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-again.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-5180638908322041675</id><published>2008-12-31T16:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T16:55:29.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh no. &lt;strong&gt;2008 is ending in less than less than 8 hours&lt;/strong&gt; and i haven't written my dedication post to important people in 2008. I know I promised to write it, but .. :( I'm seriously lazy, and very tired after the cambodia trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell you what, I'll write a personal one for each of you kay? (;&lt;br /&gt;And i'll post it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me: After a very tiring but fun trip, I came home to discover that I got Christmas cards from Singapore! (: All the weariness suddenly went away as I tore open the cards and read them one by one. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to &lt;strong&gt;vince &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt; (his was the only one on time haha)&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;wanchin! desiree! gerald! neoweije! and veron!&lt;/strong&gt; (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will, do the dedication thing above and &lt;strong&gt;try&lt;/strong&gt; to post it by january okay. I'm not a person of cards, never liked sending them, so i'm really sorry but i'll try my best. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, about the trip. It was great! I enjoyed cambodia a lot, as compared to china. I guess china has too many temples and historical story. Cambodia wasn't as boring. And contrary to my previous post, &lt;strong&gt;we had lots of food!&lt;/strong&gt; (: We had one buffet lunch and one buffet dinner and the other meals were just as great! I'm definitely fatter now, please don't laugh at me. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Angkor Wat was beautiful (:&lt;/strong&gt; Though the only regret is that they closed off the highest tower because of restoration work. :( That was a pity because the view from there is really great, as lots of people have mentioned. The steps are really steep though, scary sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its 31 December 2008 today,&lt;br /&gt;oh. &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JIAYANG! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY SUANN!&lt;/span&gt; (: [28th dec]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what my new year resolutions are. I never keep the resolutions though, some are seriously unrealistic. (: But i'll try to exercise more next year, be initiative enough to keep in touch with friends, and to ... make the right decision on uni, though that will prove to be rather hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; everyone! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please don't get drunk and do anything stupid.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-5180638908322041675?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/5180638908322041675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=5180638908322041675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/5180638908322041675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/5180638908322041675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-no.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-5988599485843519385</id><published>2008-12-26T15:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T15:22:34.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>/continued from post below. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Christmas morning (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jiayang came to fbc for the christmas service! As it is on every christmas day, the church was filled to the brim. Luckily we were early. The play was alright, was like a musical, lots of youth sang. Was quite funny too (: Nothing much i guess, met up with a few long lost friends here and there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283995003707768418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rSwbVofrhY/SVSFdcbwvmI/AAAAAAAAACc/aCSDR68G2bo/s320/PC250250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283994997370300338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rSwbVofrhY/SVSFdE0yp7I/AAAAAAAAACU/z_Wjf5hIQwE/s320/PC250252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283994995933335346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rSwbVofrhY/SVSFc_eMTzI/AAAAAAAAACM/1_x-HiIIBio/s320/PC250249.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Christmas afternoon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didnt want to stay at home on a christmas so i pulled jiayang and winston out to watch movie. (: OU was packed like sardin, the parking was crazy, the place was so cramped, and gsc's queue was too long. We watched 'the spirit' in the end. I must emphasize that it was WINSTON's choice. And the movie was like 'wth'. Hell, there was 'wtf' too. (from jiayang haha) LOL. (; It was freaking lame, made no sense and it had very little colour. Like some oldish black and white film. lol. Okay la if you like stupid movies, you should watch it. Some parts were indeed funny though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Christmas night at Concorde Hotel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buffet again. (: With dad's clients. I think. Yeah (: One family from KL one family from Indonesia. I had lots of prawns (: Nothing much i guess, small talk here and there. But the quality of the food was better than Eastin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283995006010633906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rSwbVofrhY/SVSFdlAzrrI/AAAAAAAAACk/Wen2YR2ejmo/s320/PC250262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283995009124661954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rSwbVofrhY/SVSFdwnP-sI/AAAAAAAAACs/Wm9ZsoQlbv0/s320/PC250275.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yes, I'm fatter now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:( And i'm going cambodia tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not a place of food so hopefully i'll lose weight. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-5988599485843519385?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/5988599485843519385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=5988599485843519385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/5988599485843519385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/5988599485843519385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2008/12/continued-from-post-below.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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/_1rSwbVofrhY/SVSFdcbwvmI/AAAAAAAAACc/aCSDR68G2bo/s72-c/PC250250.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-3002557903571119716</id><published>2008-12-26T14:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T15:05:51.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello i'm back from a long break after the 'sad' news below.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't sad people, don't worry (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so lots of things happen the past two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Undang test!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That had to be the worst time spent ever. We reached the place at 8 plus, and then waited all the way and only took our test at 3! Gosh, they're SO efficient, aren't they. We just ate and talked and redid the theory exercise book in between. (; that was enough to motivate me not to fail. I never want to wait so long for a 45 minutes test ever again. And we passed! (: with flying colours ! (: Suen got 50/50 and me and seira got 48/50! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, practical. *yikes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Christmas eve cum mum's bday dinner at Eastin Hotel&lt;br /&gt;Buffet dinner. (: Yes, my mum's bday is on christmas eve. Cool right? (: So we went there to celebrate, the decorations were pretty. Balloons and all. (: We surprise mum all the time, so she wasn't surprised when the waiter showed up with a cheesecake for her. But she didn't expect the gold earring and perfume though (: Yay. I call that a success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283990541222386146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rSwbVofrhY/SVSBZsYVmeI/AAAAAAAAACE/l6MYmj2b9E4/s320/PC240241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283990533889578482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rSwbVofrhY/SVSBZRED1fI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Zzs5B1LYABM/s320/PC240246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283990530866138994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rSwbVofrhY/SVSBZFzNz3I/AAAAAAAAAB0/wDoxNdrvrAo/s320/PC240239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283990521527487154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rSwbVofrhY/SVSBYjAtSrI/AAAAAAAAABs/PScUf9ore8o/s320/PC240233.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Okay because blogger sucks i shall blog about christmas in the next post (above) (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-3002557903571119716?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/3002557903571119716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=3002557903571119716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/3002557903571119716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/3002557903571119716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello-im-back-from-long-break-after-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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/_1rSwbVofrhY/SVSBZsYVmeI/AAAAAAAAACE/l6MYmj2b9E4/s72-c/PC240241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-2777723767195920207</id><published>2008-12-23T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T23:18:46.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>squint your eyes abit . (:&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rSwbVofrhY/SVEA7FwvGNI/AAAAAAAAABk/VadPJr5kePg/s1600-h/muahaha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283004853041174738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 406px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rSwbVofrhY/SVEA7FwvGNI/AAAAAAAAABk/VadPJr5kePg/s400/muahaha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rSwbVofrhY/SVEAwdE4g6I/AAAAAAAAABc/TtR68vXzUA0/s1600-h/muahaha.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To whoever who said 'can wan la',&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've got my reply ready:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'See? I told you so.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry to disappoint you guys man. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imperial it is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'nuff said.&lt;br /&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/34457523-2777723767195920207?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/2777723767195920207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=2777723767195920207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/2777723767195920207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/2777723767195920207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2008/12/squint-your-eyes-abit.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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/_1rSwbVofrhY/SVEA7FwvGNI/AAAAAAAAABk/VadPJr5kePg/s72-c/muahaha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-1843037951481414366</id><published>2008-12-23T19:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T19:33:25.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know you've been out of touch with the study world when you spell pretty as 'preety' and don't even realize it is wrong when you have been seeing it everyday for the past two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess why i'm blogging?&lt;br /&gt;I've finally finished season 7 of smallville (:&lt;br /&gt;Interesting twist to the story, but it must be the happiest season so far.&lt;br /&gt;To me, at least, because i'm a fairytale person.&lt;br /&gt;'.. and they live happily ever after.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to watch gossip girl because house was getting a little dry,&lt;br /&gt;but nah, it just seems so, plastic. I mean, the characters, of course.&lt;br /&gt;It's like a series version of 'mean girls'.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the suitable word would be : dramatic, I suppose. That would be apt, considering it is a drama series after all. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I haven't done much these few days.&lt;br /&gt;I went for chuch and met denise (:&lt;br /&gt;I went for the dental appointment which pained me like hell,&lt;br /&gt;but i hope my teeth is cleaner now. (:&lt;br /&gt;I met up with amanda, and the rest which I've met at least once already. [I've seen winston for like what, 5 times? Not that i'm complaining.(:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights,&lt;br /&gt;did you know,&lt;br /&gt;that drunk drivers are 25 times more likely to meet car accidents than sober drivers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me all the best for the theory test (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-1843037951481414366?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1843037951481414366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=1843037951481414366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/1843037951481414366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/1843037951481414366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-know-youve-been-out-of-touch-with.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-7506486511121199672</id><published>2008-12-20T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T23:39:04.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am back from supper! (:&lt;br /&gt;With kayaun and kaizen.&lt;br /&gt;kenny was there for like, ten minutes. LOL. (:&lt;br /&gt;Met jamie and kaishen there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: Okay, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;Now that i've got my smallville season 7,&lt;br /&gt;you'll be hearing less from me again. (:&lt;br /&gt;toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-7506486511121199672?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/7506486511121199672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=7506486511121199672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/7506486511121199672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/7506486511121199672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-back-from-supper-with-kayaun-and.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-1842790405680860076</id><published>2008-12-20T20:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T20:55:53.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CHEESETART DAY! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suen, seira and I baked cheesetarts.&lt;br /&gt;Though suen and I woke up rather late. Haha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos are with suen so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;No photos for this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just really tired because I slept at 4 last night,&lt;br /&gt;and woke up at 9? Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;And i finally watched 'bring it on' for the 15th time today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: YAWN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-1842790405680860076?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1842790405680860076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=1842790405680860076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/1842790405680860076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/1842790405680860076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2008/12/cheesetart-day-suen-seira-and-i-baked.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-5145454469781896253</id><published>2008-12-20T01:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T01:39:01.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello i went to kayaun's church xmas party today.&lt;div&gt;With winston and ruwaine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh, ruwaine is so tall he's one head taller than me! O.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only reach his shoulder. hahaaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways the party was alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though a bit messy. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still enjoyed myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People were friendly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum and I are baking tomorrow! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-5145454469781896253?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/5145454469781896253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=5145454469781896253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/5145454469781896253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/5145454469781896253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello-i-went-to-kayauns-church-xmas.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-6459977440582900601</id><published>2008-12-18T19:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T19:55:24.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>facebook's being a bitch.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Undang was . lame, and yet fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lame, because I really don't see the use of the course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fun, because I went with seira and suenxin (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took pictures with the lecturer's toy cars!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(: So cool, feel like a kid. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had KFC after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boohoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to be a tv addict now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-6459977440582900601?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/6459977440582900601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=6459977440582900601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/6459977440582900601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/6459977440582900601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2008/12/facebooks-being-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-1225533741285106846</id><published>2008-12-17T22:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T23:00:01.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, I went shopping again today.&lt;div&gt;With my sister, to MidValley Megamall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am impressed with the Gardens XMAS deco! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like a cage-y thingy! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rSwbVofrhY/SUkR38M3VDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/qX7hO2W2Rt4/s320/PC170077.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lifted my leg up like some fairytale story but its not in the camera!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rSwbVofrhY/SUkR4wzLqNI/AAAAAAAAABE/H3RFhfjJVs8/s320/PC170089.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:( FAT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rSwbVofrhY/SUkR5OfYKFI/AAAAAAAAABM/tAdGvTPmom8/s320/PC170072.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the SCREAM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rSwbVofrhY/SUkR52EBU7I/AAAAAAAAABU/rLDYFsH_jyU/s320/PC170094.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;family. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rSwbVofrhY/SUkR4UiCphI/AAAAAAAAAA8/qneQLvzleRU/s320/PC170080.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;presenting,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;paddingtons house of pancakes! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tmr going for undang lecture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The BORE. :(&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/34457523-1225533741285106846?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1225533741285106846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=1225533741285106846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/1225533741285106846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/1225533741285106846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-i-went-shopping-again-today.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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/_1rSwbVofrhY/SUkR38M3VDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/qX7hO2W2Rt4/s72-c/PC170077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-119193302474861532</id><published>2008-12-16T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T20:55:49.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello i'm back from redbox.&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly i sang quite a lot there.&lt;br /&gt;As compared to kbox.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its because its english songs. (:&lt;br /&gt;And out of 7 of us, only 3 can read chinese. (: muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY it was a fun outing!. (:&lt;br /&gt;Though I didnt eat breakfast and lunch.&lt;br /&gt;But i survived till 5plus where I had a dunkin donut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm BORED.&lt;br /&gt;sangat.&lt;br /&gt;tak tahu nak buat apa sekarang.&lt;br /&gt;:( haha. shall watch something la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-119193302474861532?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/119193302474861532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=119193302474861532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/119193302474861532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/119193302474861532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello-im-back-from-redbox.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-7819834252605712174</id><published>2008-12-15T21:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T22:15:32.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha. And coz i was bored. and winston was bored,&lt;div&gt;we went to watch a movie. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with terence too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall attempt to upload pictures here. (:&lt;div&gt;I got sick of them last time because they were so slow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now facebook is cranking up too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Behold, the first photo in this blog! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rSwbVofrhY/SUZij7PYDkI/AAAAAAAAAAU/vS5IdW2F3RY/s320/PC150018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was the curve with winston and terence. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty xmas decoration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And thats winston's pillow! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took it to bring to the cinema (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rSwbVofrhY/SUZkMEkgNsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ihgnqd7cT4I/s320/PC150024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's winston for you. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rSwbVofrhY/SUZlbBO1EpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/iffO0-NCnAY/s320/PC150021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;reindeers! (: CUTE right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i match (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway we watched the day the earth stood still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and as nweijie warned, the movie sucked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even keanu reeves couldn't save the sucky plot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(: I want to watch australia, seems good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Redbox tmr. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall just stone again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tata . (:&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/34457523-7819834252605712174?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/7819834252605712174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=7819834252605712174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/7819834252605712174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/7819834252605712174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2008/12/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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/_1rSwbVofrhY/SUZij7PYDkI/AAAAAAAAAAU/vS5IdW2F3RY/s72-c/PC150018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-578718750366711929</id><published>2008-12-15T15:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T15:45:08.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gosh I'm really really bored.&lt;div&gt;I've set up the christmas tree (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and washed the toilets. I'm a good girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's left to do now, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is the usual, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sit and rot at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dentist is fully booked until next wednesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I can't go find out the cause of my toothache. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I have to live with my headache (from the toothache) for another week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone want to help me diagnose the problem?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a sour feeling in my gums.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It doesn't hurt when I eat, but when I walk, it hurts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weird, I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HELP ME. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-578718750366711929?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/578718750366711929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=578718750366711929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/578718750366711929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/578718750366711929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2008/12/gosh-im-really-really-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-2205698581079511410</id><published>2008-12-15T00:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T00:21:54.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. (:&lt;div&gt;I'm talking to vince on msn now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As in seriously talking. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went church today for main service.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talked to a few adults, the usual. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then i started packing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from 2plus to 10!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOSH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 years of stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tired now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAWN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-2205698581079511410?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/2205698581079511410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=2205698581079511410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/2205698581079511410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/2205698581079511410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello_15.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-1618862599941722276</id><published>2008-12-13T19:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T19:54:53.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've left Singapore for one week already. (:&lt;br /&gt;So fast, right? It was fast for me, at least.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not for vince. Sorry :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i went fishing today.&lt;br /&gt;Had major headache so I just watched while mum and dad fished.&lt;br /&gt;They caught lots of fish!&lt;br /&gt;Granted, its easier as its not just any river or lake,&lt;br /&gt;but a pond in mum's friend's orchard.&lt;br /&gt;But I tried to fish yeah? Gave up after 3 attempts when the fish stole my food without getting hooked and i got tired holding the fishing rod. (:&lt;br /&gt;Anyways the fish are meant to be eaten.&lt;br /&gt;eeee. Me don't like freshwaterfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my hotmail inbox la.&lt;br /&gt;1945 emails. &lt;strong&gt;Shit.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: Someone want to help me filter it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared.&lt;br /&gt;:( I have been having headaches for a week already.&lt;br /&gt;Winston: 'Brain tumor la.'&lt;br /&gt;And i'm the one who's been watching 'house'.&lt;br /&gt;I hope it's nothing serious, shall go see doctor next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And after one week,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you realize who are those which matter.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-1618862599941722276?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1618862599941722276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=1618862599941722276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/1618862599941722276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/1618862599941722276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2008/12/ive-left-singapore-for-one-week-already.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-1572437195299226854</id><published>2008-12-12T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:21:32.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesh I think I should blog. (:&lt;br /&gt;Well after slacking on wednesday and shopping on thursday,&lt;br /&gt;finally went out with friends again today.&lt;br /&gt;Was it today? it felt like so long ago.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because I just finished season 6 of smallville.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, i'm suffering from withdrawals, now i feel lost without it. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaizen!! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEASON 7!!! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so today was lunch at chilis with a lot of people.&lt;br /&gt;And as usual the guys who turned up were twice the amount of girls.&lt;br /&gt;Met suann !! and huey wen !! and ainin and mabel.&lt;br /&gt;The guys, usual la, noone i havent seen in ages, maybe just ivan hockwee and all.&lt;br /&gt;And yes THANK YOU winston for giving me a lift again! (:&lt;br /&gt;And calling me a guy. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided not to go for nicholas openhouse because it's going to be an &lt;strong&gt;all guy gayish party.&lt;/strong&gt; Don't want to bear witness to anything that might happen in his house. LOL. Just kidding. (: Anyway smallville was calling me so I headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going fishing tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Cool right?&lt;br /&gt;Only thing its in raub pahang and I gotta wake up like super early.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, we're leaving the house at like 7plus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(That's only two hours later than the time winston slept yesterday! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and one hour after jiayangs.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bad comparison but you get my point, it's super early. :(&lt;br /&gt;Guess my sleep cycle will be messed up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FISHING!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figure I will get bored after a while.&lt;br /&gt;So I shall grab a book before I go (: haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to come to FBC for Christmas? (:&lt;br /&gt;Not that i'm a good host or something coz i myself don't know whats going on.&lt;br /&gt;There's some christmas play though.&lt;br /&gt;And my church is beeauuutiifuuull.&lt;br /&gt;(: The main audi, at least. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. And some people just can't let go of the past.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmpphh. I shan't even bother to try anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss vince.&lt;br /&gt;And certain other people in spore.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, there's the INTERNET.&lt;br /&gt;YAY to that.&lt;br /&gt;*rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-1572437195299226854?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1572437195299226854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=1572437195299226854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/1572437195299226854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/1572437195299226854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2008/12/yesh-i-think-i-should-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-5272867222171016436</id><published>2008-12-10T14:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:23:33.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;Jiayang are you awake.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to go out with him to catch transporter 3 but i think he's still sleeeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways yesterday was just talking.&lt;br /&gt;Me joyce hingkai winston chunwei kayaun jiayang.&lt;br /&gt;(: Not the only girl this time. Yay. (:&lt;br /&gt;Came back at 12, mamak was fun tho half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMALLVILLE! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-5272867222171016436?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/5272867222171016436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=5272867222171016436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/5272867222171016436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/5272867222171016436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello_10.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-1862453476747326477</id><published>2008-12-09T18:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:06:55.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(: I am on epi 10 season 6 of smallville. (:&lt;br /&gt;I should bathe.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know when kayaun or chunwei is gonna come pick me up.&lt;br /&gt;For dinner and movie, i think. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-1862453476747326477?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1862453476747326477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=1862453476747326477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/1862453476747326477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/1862453476747326477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-on-epi-10-season-6-of-smallville.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-2037830593169114539</id><published>2008-12-08T20:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:18:08.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well. today I woke up at ten. (:&lt;br /&gt;And i still feel very tired the entire day. :(&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its all the drama, unpacking and rushing home and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;We (my family) went to Sunway Pyramid today.&lt;br /&gt;Was quite nice and fun. (: Shopping.&lt;br /&gt;I bought two tops. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall go and watch house now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going out tomorrow, i dunno to where, i dunno when and i dunno what time.&lt;br /&gt;But it roughly consists of lydia winston jiayang, kayaun and chunwei.&lt;br /&gt;LOL. thats all I know. Because noone is replying their sms-es!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. 'house' calls for me. toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-2037830593169114539?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/2037830593169114539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=2037830593169114539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/2037830593169114539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/2037830593169114539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2008/12/well.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-131368282566809788</id><published>2008-12-07T18:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T18:33:13.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am finally in &lt;strong&gt;BANDAR UTAMA. (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;After seeing many changes along the road and all, it strikes me that I have not been back for quite awhile. Half a year, at least. (: feels good to be back now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sad yet.&lt;br /&gt;Still excited. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways I tried to start unpacking and reading all the lovely notes from lovely friends. (: Thanks for all the gifts (: love them so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To wanchin yilin des char and jerm:&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the card and the cute bear! (:&lt;br /&gt;To char: thanks for the friendship survival kit thing its really meaningful! (:&lt;br /&gt;To des: thanks for the friendship band! (:&lt;br /&gt;To yilin: thanks for the COOKIES and my NAME (: Love it.&lt;br /&gt;My mum promised to try some. Haha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To odac: veron dar, nweijie and shaam.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks neo for the puzzle and photoframe! (: really sweet of you.&lt;br /&gt;Veron: thanks for the photo collage thing!&lt;br /&gt;We really have a lot of photos. (:&lt;br /&gt;Shaam: Pres! (: Thanks for the very sweet meaningful poem and card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all for the cards too&lt;br /&gt;I will re read them whenever I feel down.&lt;br /&gt;It will definitely cheer me up! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to vince for the card. (:&lt;br /&gt;and the very sweet note.&lt;br /&gt;and cd. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*takes deep breathe*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all the people above for sending me off on saturday! (:&lt;br /&gt;love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was strong, I didnt cry. (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to nelson gerald nigel ceph glen for the farewell msges. (:&lt;br /&gt;Really sweet and I'll miss you all too! :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh. Right now I have nothing to do except unpack.&lt;br /&gt;Which I can't do because my room is quite full.&lt;br /&gt;My family used it as a storage room for the past two year. =.=&lt;br /&gt;Haha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, 'house' is calling me. (:&lt;br /&gt;Of course that is until my lovies come online and i can chat with you guys. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm going shopping with my family tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh. I forsee a busy week ahead. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time, toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-131368282566809788?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/131368282566809788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=131368282566809788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/131368282566809788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/131368282566809788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-finally-in-bandar-utama.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-6469204638093585129</id><published>2008-12-06T12:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T12:15:35.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi. (:&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving Singapore today.&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the lion city and going HOME.&lt;br /&gt;Like, finally the day has arrived.&lt;br /&gt;And of course I have mixed feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Though its easy to say which feeling is more prominent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAIT before I start emo-ing can I comment about me being prom queen again?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I still feel I don't deserve it coz there are many more deserving girls out there who did not win because they did not have mean friends who sabo-ed them so guys please don't call me prom queen anymore. :( I just don't feel comfortable. hehe. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to me leaving.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was like a farewell day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly I met up with veron nweijie and shaam.&lt;br /&gt;We had pasta for lunch at cineleisure and chatted awhile there.&lt;br /&gt;Shaam was being really petty because I lost his flower during prom.&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Just kidding. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I met up with my classmates: yilin des wanchin char jerm ceph glen.&lt;br /&gt;We watched BOLT!&lt;br /&gt;Gosh I can't believe i'm actually recommending my friends to watch it, i don't normally like animated movies but BOLT is really good! (:&lt;br /&gt;We went to nydc for dessert after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, (: I met up with the most important person- vince. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;at my hostel. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;We sat at the place overlooking the swimming pool and chatted.&lt;br /&gt;Until quite late, and then he went home. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it is now 6th December.&lt;br /&gt;The day has finally arrived.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so ... excited in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've cried enough for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I don't cry later.&lt;br /&gt;Coz no matter what I HAVE to leave.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stay here forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came to Singapore I know that I was going to leave.&lt;br /&gt;So I didnt expect the two years to be any special as it is now.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to come and go,&lt;br /&gt;and leave quietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then life turned out to be great here.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, it turned out to be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;I had everything I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;I had great friends,&lt;br /&gt;and I met someone new. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. All the memories are tugging at me now,&lt;br /&gt;refusing to let go. :(&lt;br /&gt;But I shall say here a big THANK YOU to everyone who made my stay in Singapore so wonderful! (:&lt;br /&gt;You guys know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;My class, odacmates, vince, hostelmates .. other friends. (:&lt;br /&gt;You guys have been a great bunch of friends to be around and i'll definitely miss you all when I'm gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I have been a good friend to all of you.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I had an impact on your lives just as you all did on mine. (:&lt;br /&gt;These two years are definitely unforgettable and I will never forget the happy times I had here.&lt;br /&gt;I see great things for the friendship I built here, and I hope it lasts as long as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I shan't be pessimistic.&lt;br /&gt;I will see you guys next year again, after all.&lt;br /&gt;Though things will be different and we will meet each other less often.&lt;br /&gt;But as the quote the other day:&lt;br /&gt;Farewells are a must before we meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will meet again,&lt;br /&gt;definitely.&lt;br /&gt;Till then, goodbye and farewell, my dear friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-6469204638093585129?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/6469204638093585129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=6469204638093585129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/6469204638093585129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/6469204638093585129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2008/12/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-5727852205036307164</id><published>2008-12-04T17:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T17:51:02.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(: hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway after all my complaints bout prom,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i turned out to be prom queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must thank lydia for the dress,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yilin for the makeup! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and classmates and odacmates for the support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly to vince &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO MALU. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup prom is over and i'm halfway packing now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's see what happens on saturday okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See whether i'll cry,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;or yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll definitely cry, LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(: toodles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-5727852205036307164?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/5727852205036307164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=5727852205036307164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/5727852205036307164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/5727852205036307164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-6029451628401532845</id><published>2008-12-02T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T20:54:45.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sobs.&lt;br /&gt;It's prom tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Then the day after is 4th december,&lt;br /&gt;then 5th december,&lt;br /&gt;then,&lt;br /&gt;finally,&lt;br /&gt;it would be 6th december.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to leave. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, prom is tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;I hope my dress isnt so creased,&lt;br /&gt;and that i can fit in,&lt;br /&gt;and i hope things go well tomorrow night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should, start, packing. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-6029451628401532845?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/6029451628401532845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=6029451628401532845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/6029451628401532845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/6029451628401532845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2008/12/sobs.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34457523.post-8437196966649731799</id><published>2008-12-01T21:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T21:45:08.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate prom already.&lt;br /&gt;too much money.&lt;br /&gt;too much effort.&lt;br /&gt;too much time.&lt;br /&gt;too much drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just get it over and done with already.&lt;br /&gt;boring annoying wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am only going because everyone else is.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. And my dress is creased.&lt;br /&gt;How? steam iron? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34457523-8437196966649731799?l=hersweetdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/feeds/8437196966649731799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34457523&amp;postID=8437196966649731799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/8437196966649731799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34457523/posts/default/8437196966649731799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetdays.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-hate-prom-already.html' title=''/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734471408607055434</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
