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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UMSXg9fyp7ImA9WhRUFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895097</id><updated>2012-01-24T23:34:48.667+08:00</updated><category term="randomness" /><category term="pictures" /><category term="story telling" /><category term="news" /><category term="coming soon" /><category term="movies" /><category term="poetic" /><category term="sighs" /><category term="comics" /><category term="ads" /><category term="shopping" /><category term="wtf" /><category term="lyrics" /><category term="phone" /><category term="happenings" /><category term="h" /><category term="birthdays" /><category term="challenges" /><category term="notice" /><category term="par-tayyy" /><category term="family" /><category term="computer" /><category term="emo" /><category term="guitar" /><category term="piano" /><category term="driving" /><category term="work" /><category term="laptop" /><category term="kids" /><category term="Picture of the Day" /><category term="friends" /><category term="lame" /><category term="hahas" /><category term="drama" /><category term="reviews" /><category term="boredom" /><category term="festive seasons" /><category term="guys" /><category term="tickets" /><category term="photoshop" /><category term="studies" /><category term="OMG" /><category term="shoutout" /><category term="haircut" /><category term="music" /><category term="laments" /><category term="laziness" /><category term="blog" /><category term="You Tube" /><category term="life" /><category term="aaah" /><category term="parents" /><category term="essay" /><category term="curiousity" /><category term="o2jam" /><category term="tags" /><category term="problems" /><category term="blogosphere" /><category term="wierd" /><category term="because i'm having writer's block" /><category term="crap" /><category term="holidays" /><category term="food" /><category term="imeem" /><category term="poetry" /><category term="nuffnang" /><category term="guess" /><category term="wants" /><category term="love" /><category term="Illustrator" /><category term="yayyy" /><category term="money" /><title>Inner Joy</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jayteeee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jayteeee.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895097/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>.:JoY:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805130614591000474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TzDLWOgNMyY/SZkvtEY51TI/AAAAAAAABgo/dr2v_FRZ4fI/S220/collage+coloured.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>282</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/jaytee" /><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="jaytee" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MDQHg5fip7ImA9WxBVGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895097.post-3543258085593385027</id><published>2010-02-22T19:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T19:51:11.626+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-22T19:51:11.626+08:00</app:edited><title>JayTee is now JoyTan</title><content type="html">I'm shifting. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This blog may carry some pretty intense memories, but it's getting a little too heavy. Let's start over. Hi, my name is Joy. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://joytanblog.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://joytanblog.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&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/38895097-3543258085593385027?l=jayteeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jayteeee.blogspot.com/feeds/3543258085593385027/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895097&amp;postID=3543258085593385027&amp;isPopup=true" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895097/posts/default/3543258085593385027?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895097/posts/default/3543258085593385027?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jayteeee.blogspot.com/2010/02/jaytee-is-now-joytan.html" title="JayTee is now JoyTan" /><author><name>.:JoY:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805130614591000474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TzDLWOgNMyY/SZkvtEY51TI/AAAAAAAABgo/dr2v_FRZ4fI/S220/collage+coloured.jpg" /></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YNRHw4fyp7ImA9WxNVFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895097.post-5304300345226196816</id><published>2009-10-26T15:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T15:13:15.237+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-26T15:13:15.237+08:00</app:edited><title>To Find Myself Again</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Is there such a thing as a mid-mid-mid life crisis? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is,  I'm drowning in the middle of it. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Time to find and save myself before I get lost.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I'll be right back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895097-5304300345226196816?l=jayteeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jayteeee.blogspot.com/feeds/5304300345226196816/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895097&amp;postID=5304300345226196816&amp;isPopup=true" title="20 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895097/posts/default/5304300345226196816?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895097/posts/default/5304300345226196816?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jayteeee.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-find-myself-again.html" title="To Find Myself Again" /><author><name>.:JoY:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805130614591000474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TzDLWOgNMyY/SZkvtEY51TI/AAAAAAAABgo/dr2v_FRZ4fI/S220/collage+coloured.jpg" /></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8EQ3Y-eSp7ImA9WxNRFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895097.post-7807682425959410336</id><published>2009-09-11T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T19:00:02.851+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-11T19:00:02.851+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="photoshop" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="randomness" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hahas" /><title>Levi's Unbuttoned</title><content type="html">Thought it would be fun to mimic the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Levi's Unbuttoned&lt;/span&gt; advertisements. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg44/joytan91/unbuttonedoriblog1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original ad #1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg44/joytan91/unbuttonedoriblog2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Original ad #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, a normal picture transformed to a lame-ass homemade Levi's advert. Lol. Btw, no one asked Elvin to pose like that. He was already sitting that was to begin with. That's what inspired this whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg44/joytan91/unbuttonedblog.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Candid Model:&lt;/span&gt; Elvin aka Fried Sotong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Photography &amp;amp; Catchphrase:&lt;/span&gt; Su-Ann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Design &amp;amp; Layout:&lt;/span&gt; Joy with Photoshop CS2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to studying... &lt;/span&gt;*cough*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895097-7807682425959410336?l=jayteeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jayteeee.blogspot.com/feeds/7807682425959410336/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895097&amp;postID=7807682425959410336&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895097/posts/default/7807682425959410336?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895097/posts/default/7807682425959410336?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jayteeee.blogspot.com/2009/09/levis-unbuttoned.html" title="Levi's Unbuttoned" /><author><name>.:JoY:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805130614591000474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TzDLWOgNMyY/SZkvtEY51TI/AAAAAAAABgo/dr2v_FRZ4fI/S220/collage+coloured.jpg" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcDRnw8fyp7ImA9WxNREk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895097.post-7396590127951203351</id><published>2009-09-06T18:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T18:47:57.277+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-06T18:47:57.277+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="studies" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="notice" /><title>A Notice from JayTee</title><content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg44/joytan91/hiatuscopy.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895097-7396590127951203351?l=jayteeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jayteeee.blogspot.com/feeds/7396590127951203351/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895097&amp;postID=7396590127951203351&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895097/posts/default/7396590127951203351?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895097/posts/default/7396590127951203351?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jayteeee.blogspot.com/2009/09/notice-from-jaytee.html" title="A Notice from JayTee" /><author><name>.:JoY:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805130614591000474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TzDLWOgNMyY/SZkvtEY51TI/AAAAAAAABgo/dr2v_FRZ4fI/S220/collage+coloured.jpg" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0ICRnY6eyp7ImA9WxNTEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895097.post-1297797676059009301</id><published>2009-08-14T17:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T17:19:27.813+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-14T17:19:27.813+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="You Tube" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="movies" /><title>I wanna: 2012</title><content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="460" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZiSpQC6M_5Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZiSpQC6M_5Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="460" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Release Date:&lt;br /&gt;November 12th, 2009&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/38895097-1297797676059009301?l=jayteeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jayteeee.blogspot.com/feeds/1297797676059009301/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895097&amp;postID=1297797676059009301&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895097/posts/default/1297797676059009301?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895097/posts/default/1297797676059009301?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jayteeee.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-wanna-2012.html" title="I wanna: 2012" /><author><name>.:JoY:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805130614591000474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TzDLWOgNMyY/SZkvtEY51TI/AAAAAAAABgo/dr2v_FRZ4fI/S220/collage+coloured.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0AER3s7fCp7ImA9WxNTEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895097.post-2355639219982413628</id><published>2009-08-11T15:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T17:35:06.504+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-12T17:35:06.504+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="You Tube" /><title>He's With Me :)</title><content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XrLzYw6ULYw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XrLzYw6ULYw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Just noticed, this is my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;300th&lt;/span&gt; post since 16th March 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Not stopping yet, nuh uh nuh uh.&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/38895097-2355639219982413628?l=jayteeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jayteeee.blogspot.com/feeds/2355639219982413628/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895097&amp;postID=2355639219982413628&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895097/posts/default/2355639219982413628?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895097/posts/default/2355639219982413628?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jayteeee.blogspot.com/2009/08/hes-with-me.html" title="He's With Me :)" /><author><name>.:JoY:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805130614591000474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TzDLWOgNMyY/SZkvtEY51TI/AAAAAAAABgo/dr2v_FRZ4fI/S220/collage+coloured.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIGQXo_eCp7ImA9WxJaFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895097.post-707834062592629197</id><published>2009-08-05T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T00:32:00.440+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-05T00:32:00.440+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="yayyy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="driving" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friends" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wtf" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="happenings" /><title>Potential End of Hiatus (Part II)</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jayteeee.blogspot.com/2009/08/potential-end-of-hiatus.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;**Continuation from Part I**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, a few of us planned to surprise SuAnn. She had invited me to her ballet concert, but I shrugged it off and said that I was busy. Lol. Bahaha she thought no one wanted to support her. LOL. Not even her smoochie-bear-hunny-bunny bf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh SuAnn, are you reading this? I had to go to church despite of the heavy jam at Federal highway, so I could pick Mei Yean, Joshua, and Elvin. Ahaha then we left early to brave the Ampang jam (or was it Maluri?). In the end Joshua couldn't make it cause he didn't have transport. But he really did want to come... for &lt;s&gt;Su-Lynn&lt;/s&gt; SuAnn. Lol nvmnvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mei Yean (GPS!), Elvin, and I were wandering the streets of KL; looking for the Malaysian Tourism Centre Auditorium. We finally found it: right next to Zouk. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Elvin:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Walanehhh, you should've just told me it was next to Zouk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; I didn't know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Elvin: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;You ah, dunno how tell one ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I didn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; knooooooooooowwwwwww. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Mei Yean: ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg44/joytan91/2-4.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SuAnn as a Bird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Apparently, pictures were not allowed. I didn't &lt;s&gt;care&lt;/s&gt; know. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg44/joytan91/4-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Group picture at the end of everything :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;From left: Elvin, Yours Truly, Mei Yean, SuAnn, Ryan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(happy faces;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; check)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home after being ripped off at a parking lot (RM5 for a parking space?) and Maggie Mee Goreng at Pelita. No big group picture, unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah effing long blog post. I'm done. Hahah ending this post with another quick picture. A printscreen actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg44/joytan91/Untitled-1-2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who's the most awesome-est BRAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You know you've made it when a national news journalist bribes you. Lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg44/joytan91/signatureJayTee.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895097-707834062592629197?l=jayteeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jayteeee.blogspot.com/feeds/707834062592629197/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895097&amp;postID=707834062592629197&amp;isPopup=true" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895097/posts/default/707834062592629197?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895097/posts/default/707834062592629197?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jayteeee.blogspot.com/2009/08/potential-end-of-hiatus-part-ii.html" title="Potential End of Hiatus (Part II)" /><author><name>.:JoY:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805130614591000474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TzDLWOgNMyY/SZkvtEY51TI/AAAAAAAABgo/dr2v_FRZ4fI/S220/collage+coloured.jpg" /></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMBRXszfip7ImA9WxJaFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895097.post-2947758147039777869</id><published>2009-08-03T09:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T13:34:14.586+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-05T13:34:14.586+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="birthdays" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="yayyy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="driving" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pictures" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friends" /><title>Potential End of Hiatus (Part I)</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'd be rich if I got a dollar for every time I apologized for being so absent.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;US Dollars, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not blogging as often. Was busy with... stuff. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm back for good, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt;. I've stopped working as a kindergarten teacher/helper, and this month onwards Joy Tan Tan Tan is officially jobless. Both literally and metaphorically speaking. I have a feeling I might want to resume working (the pay is RM8.70/hour okay?? can go shopping like mad) but for now I'm pretty sure I want to have the option of being free. Don't want to be tied down to work schedules and so forth. Free to do what I wish, free to laze around... for the first time since I finished my SAT. *beams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it won't be long till I'm back to full throttle studying. It's a big possibility that I'd be retaking my SAT, just to please my mom. And dad. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And my pet ant Anthony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see how it goes lah. Also, my mom shipped some &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/AP_Psychology"&gt;AP Psychology&lt;/a&gt; books for me to study while I'm floating about. So there's also a big possibility that I'll be taking the AP Test this coming May, that will/might "shave some credit hours off your University course" &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;(Quote Mrs Joy's Mom)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg44/joytan91/Psych.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sonlight AP Psychology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be completed in 2 semesters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this aside, I think I should do a proper blog post. With pictures (that doesn't have books involved), happy faces, unnecessary info, and exclamation marks! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Exclamation marks; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was pretty jam-packed but fun nonetheless. Went all the way to the Yakult (the Japanese Vitagen lah) factory in Seremban with all the little people from Tadika Susu &amp;amp; Madu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg44/joytan91/3-3.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Four to six year olds being lectured in a lecture-like hall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Who can tell me how many types of bacteria are there?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Red!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Haha, no. Not asking for the colour! Tell me colour I tell you wrong."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Blueeeee!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After visiting the Yakult factory, we went to the Seremban Siew Bao place. I don't know what to call it. Bakery? Anyways, after that, all five buses arrived back to the kindergarten at about 4pm, and I left straight for home. Had a quick shower &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(unnecessary info; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;, and went to Sunway for Adrian's 21st birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg44/joytan91/5-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tailing John Smith somewhere in Sunway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Got out of jam 30 minutes later, having moved only approximately 1km&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg44/joytan91/Adrian-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Adrian with his 21 candles :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Picture taken by  SuZanne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; / &lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;stolen&lt;/s&gt; borrowed by Joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg44/joytan91/5369_243764905494_728230494_8610381.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;From left:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Andre, Brenda, Esther, birthday boy Adrian, Elvin, Joy Tan Joy Joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to leave the party early just so I would make it back to Cheras in time for my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;11pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;curfew. Remember when I had asked my parents for the house keys (symbol for&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; freedom) as my 18th birthday present? Well. I didn't get those aforementioned keys. Yeappp. Alas, I shall try again for my 19th. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was also my dear mother Mei Yean's 18th birthday! I wanted to drop by her place, but I figured she's be out with her friends anyways (I guessed correctly lol) so I told her that I'd just see her on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Smith and I got her a leather Roxy wallet, cause I figured her current was kinda cramped. Mei Yean had too much cash and too many student ID cards (that she'd take from random boys haha!). So the bigger wallet we got her should be quite appropriate. Hahaha, hope you like your present Mei Yean! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(more exclamation marks; &lt;i&gt;check&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg44/joytan91/themeiyeancopy.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy Mei Yean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;She happens to love food with a deep passionate fervor. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;*inside joke*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;...to be continued in Part II&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/38895097-2947758147039777869?l=jayteeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jayteeee.blogspot.com/feeds/2947758147039777869/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895097&amp;postID=2947758147039777869&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895097/posts/default/2947758147039777869?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895097/posts/default/2947758147039777869?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jayteeee.blogspot.com/2009/08/potential-end-of-hiatus.html" title="Potential End of Hiatus (Part I)" /><author><name>.:JoY:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805130614591000474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TzDLWOgNMyY/SZkvtEY51TI/AAAAAAAABgo/dr2v_FRZ4fI/S220/collage+coloured.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8HQX48fyp7ImA9WxJbFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895097.post-9060417789817314631</id><published>2009-07-24T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T21:40:30.077+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-24T21:40:30.077+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hahas" /><title>Haha</title><content type="html">&lt;b&gt;POTATO MINES   !!!! says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;so ur name is ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;(*)Joy(*) www.jayteeee.blogspot.com says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;POTATO MINES   !!!! says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;joy tan joy joy ????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;(*)Joy(*) www.jayteeee.blogspot.com says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;uhuh&lt;br /&gt;thats right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;POTATO MINES   !!!! says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;scare u dun like me ask ur name&lt;br /&gt;serious  !!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;n joy tan tan tan oso ?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;(*)Joy(*) www.jayteeee.blogspot.com says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;also&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;kinda like those guai lous, they have two diff hmm names&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;POTATO MINES   !!!! says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;i dun get how da @ works .....&lt;br /&gt;my course oso got 1 guy liddat&lt;br /&gt;can explain ????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;(*)Joy(*) www.jayteeee.blogspot.com says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895097-9060417789817314631?l=jayteeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jayteeee.blogspot.com/feeds/9060417789817314631/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895097&amp;postID=9060417789817314631&amp;isPopup=true" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895097/posts/default/9060417789817314631?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895097/posts/default/9060417789817314631?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jayteeee.blogspot.com/2009/07/haha.html" title="Haha" /><author><name>.:JoY:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805130614591000474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TzDLWOgNMyY/SZkvtEY51TI/AAAAAAAABgo/dr2v_FRZ4fI/S220/collage+coloured.jpg" /></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQDSXk-cSp7ImA9WxJbEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895097.post-3558469565596143821</id><published>2009-07-16T11:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T15:52:58.759+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-20T15:52:58.759+08:00</app:edited><title>Mobile Post: Me is tired</title><content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TzDLWOgNMyY/Sl6ljy2ThqI/AAAAAAAABiQ/8QO05A0nBOg/s1600-h/image-upload-28-751891.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TzDLWOgNMyY/Sl6ljy2ThqI/AAAAAAAABiQ/8QO05A0nBOg/s320/image-upload-28-751891.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;The kids' failed attempts at forming the initials J and T ten minutes ago. Good effort tho :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895097-3558469565596143821?l=jayteeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jayteeee.blogspot.com/feeds/3558469565596143821/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895097&amp;postID=3558469565596143821&amp;isPopup=true" title="39 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895097/posts/default/3558469565596143821?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895097/posts/default/3558469565596143821?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jayteeee.blogspot.com/2009/07/mobile-post-me-is-tired.html" title="Mobile Post: Me is tired" /><author><name>.:JoY:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805130614591000474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TzDLWOgNMyY/SZkvtEY51TI/AAAAAAAABgo/dr2v_FRZ4fI/S220/collage+coloured.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TzDLWOgNMyY/Sl6ljy2ThqI/AAAAAAAABiQ/8QO05A0nBOg/s72-c/image-upload-28-751891.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>39</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUCQX4yeip7ImA9WxJUE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895097.post-4710274364752726499</id><published>2009-07-12T16:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T16:44:20.092+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-12T16:44:20.092+08:00</app:edited><title>Twitter</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TzDLWOgNMyY/SlmiRuRJhPI/AAAAAAAABiI/6HgtXH0wmYE/s1600-h/3242600194_d01459d6de_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 184px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TzDLWOgNMyY/SlmiRuRJhPI/AAAAAAAABiI/6HgtXH0wmYE/s400/3242600194_d01459d6de_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357491657095349490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alas, I meet &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Twitter&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; We'll see where this goes. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;&gt; &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/JoyTanTanTan"&gt;*Click*&lt;/a&gt; &lt;&lt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/38895097-4710274364752726499?l=jayteeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jayteeee.blogspot.com/feeds/4710274364752726499/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895097&amp;postID=4710274364752726499&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895097/posts/default/4710274364752726499?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895097/posts/default/4710274364752726499?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jayteeee.blogspot.com/2009/07/twitter.html" title="Twitter" /><author><name>.:JoY:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805130614591000474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TzDLWOgNMyY/SZkvtEY51TI/AAAAAAAABgo/dr2v_FRZ4fI/S220/collage+coloured.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TzDLWOgNMyY/SlmiRuRJhPI/AAAAAAAABiI/6HgtXH0wmYE/s72-c/3242600194_d01459d6de_o.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4CQ3Yyeip7ImA9WxJVGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895097.post-3684991706682740742</id><published>2009-07-06T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T22:36:02.892+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-06T22:36:02.892+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="aaah" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="guitar" /><title>Carpe Bleu (Oh My God)</title><content type="html">I’m supposed to be working on one of my many assignments right now, but obviously I’m not. You have no idea how much it sucks for me to be aware of how seriously procrastinated I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s kinda like piggyback-ing an extremely unpleasant little gremlin named Guilt. The deadweight is always there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’ll finish the assignments soon, Guilt. Now get off my back! Yaarrggghh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, I spent the weekend as a spectator of&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; CHEER 09&lt;/span&gt;. I can’t call myself a supporter because I didn’t go supporting any team. Well, maybe I supported Titans, since Michelle’s in it. The Titans won fourth place, for your info. Not too shabby, but they weren’t really satisfied with that. Good luck next year Michelle. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg44/joytan91/CHEER1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 1:&lt;/span&gt; A fairly empty stadium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg44/joytan91/CHEER2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 2: &lt;/span&gt;A not-so-empty stadium with supporters in their respective colours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm, I’ll end here. I have to at least try to finish some assignments. Guilt’s stabbing a breadknife down my back by now. I’ll end with a fun song I learned recently (or maybe not so recent) called “Stay” by Estrella. Must support local.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jonan&lt;/span&gt; for teaching me the song. J, don’t emo di lah. You’ll always be my “free friend”. Jk. Tee hee and blah! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mister Sotong&lt;/span&gt; ha-ha you know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;center&gt;WARNING:&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; Lousy sing-a-long, but me playing the guitar without any singing is useless. SO LANTAKLAH! Just ignore the singing if you must. Grr. Oh and also ignore the grandma glasses. Kthxbai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Estrella - Stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EPgKPkOHRQ8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EPgKPkOHRQ8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Joy &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895097-3684991706682740742?l=jayteeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jayteeee.blogspot.com/feeds/3684991706682740742/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895097&amp;postID=3684991706682740742&amp;isPopup=true" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895097/posts/default/3684991706682740742?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895097/posts/default/3684991706682740742?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jayteeee.blogspot.com/2009/07/carpe-bleu-oh-my-god.html" title="Carpe Bleu (Oh My God)" /><author><name>.:JoY:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805130614591000474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TzDLWOgNMyY/SZkvtEY51TI/AAAAAAAABgo/dr2v_FRZ4fI/S220/collage+coloured.jpg" /></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUCSXc4fip7ImA9WxJWGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895097.post-1264207151610657763</id><published>2009-06-26T13:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T14:04:28.936+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-26T14:04:28.936+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="yayyy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="aaah" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="studies" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="notice" /><title>SAT Results</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It's here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;It's here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;IT'S HERE!! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg44/joytan91/SATRESULTS1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Critical Reading:&lt;/b&gt; 590&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mathematics:&lt;/b&gt; 730&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Writing:&lt;/b&gt; 660&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Composite Score:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; 1980&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know whether to laugh or cry upon looking at my scores. I had aimed for a score of &lt;b&gt;2000&lt;/b&gt; and above, but I kinda knew I missed out on some questions while taking the test. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Proctor: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;You have 2 minutes remaining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Joy thinks: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;What the fffffffish!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; *scribble scribble rush rush*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, I missed out on a few questions in the Critical Reading sections, and rushed through alot of them. I was afraid my scores would come out looking like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg44/joytan91/SATRESULTS2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As predicted, I didn't fare so well in Critical Reading... but my Math score is awesome. &lt;i&gt;Teehee.&lt;/i&gt; My math score is better than 96% other suckers out there! I hate to admit it, but that actually made me feel better about my less-than-expected scores. And also...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg44/joytan91/SATRESULTS3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;The average SAT scores for the 2008 test takers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really &lt;i&gt;reeeaaaally&lt;/i&gt; hate to admit it but... THAT really made me feel better. I didn't meet my personal quota, but I guess that's alright. Missed it by &lt;i&gt;20 points&lt;/i&gt;. But that's okay because I honestly though I'd messed up the test! Hahahaha so relieved. It's finally over. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;*exhales*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you who don't know... the maximum score one can get on the SAT is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;2400&lt;/span&gt;: 800 in each section. 800 x 3 = 2400 lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next up for the test is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Su-Ann&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;. May you do better than me (but not way better or else I jealous ah! lol), and shout to the "average" people, &lt;i&gt;"HAH! IN. YOUR. FACE!!"&lt;/i&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Joy &lt;3&lt;/span&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/38895097-1264207151610657763?l=jayteeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jayteeee.blogspot.com/feeds/1264207151610657763/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895097&amp;postID=1264207151610657763&amp;isPopup=true" title="17 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895097/posts/default/1264207151610657763?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895097/posts/default/1264207151610657763?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jayteeee.blogspot.com/2009/06/sat-results.html" title="SAT Results" /><author><name>.:JoY:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805130614591000474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TzDLWOgNMyY/SZkvtEY51TI/AAAAAAAABgo/dr2v_FRZ4fI/S220/collage+coloured.jpg" /></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0EHQ3g7eSp7ImA9WxJWFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895097.post-1233447141918413624</id><published>2009-06-20T11:02:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T20:40:32.601+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-20T20:40:32.601+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="par-tayyy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="birthdays" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="yayyy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wants" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friends" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="happenings" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="OMG" /><title>Numero Duodeviginti; XVIII</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I'm officially 18! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is somewhat delayed, but it's only now that I can properly sit down. What? I have procrastination issues okay? Shall I muse on the things I can do now that I'm 18? Shall I put them in point form? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Tee hee.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy tobacco&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy alcohol&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sue someone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get sued&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get married&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get divorced&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to a night club&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sign legal documents&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Enlist in the military&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Donate blood&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to adult jail&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be convicted as an adult&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work full-time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Become a stripper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a lapdance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Give a lapdance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Buy a monkey&lt;/b&gt; (with a license!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be on Jerry Springer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*taken from &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/114999/100_things_you_can_do_now_that_youre_pg2.html?cat=17"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;100 Things You Can Do Now That You're 18&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha I probably won't do all that I legally CAN do... but I might consider that monkey. Nonsense aside, I somewhat believe that age is just a number. Age doesn't define who you are. &lt;b&gt;You&lt;/b&gt; define who you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;What's my point again?&lt;/span&gt; I don't remember... let's all just stare at my awesome purple iPod!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg44/joytan91/iPod.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have such awesome friends. Awesome to the point it actually become unbelievable. I mean, what did I do to deserve them? Thank you&lt;b&gt; Elvin&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Mei Yean&lt;/b&gt;, and &lt;b&gt;Su Ann&lt;/b&gt; for being so awesome (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I really should use a different adjective other than 'awesome')&lt;/span&gt;, and for organizing the whole get-up just so I could satisfy my shallow wants. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you who didn't know, they actually got everyone to contribute to the &lt;i&gt;JoyWantsAnIpod Fund&lt;/i&gt;... which is crazyyyyy, seeing the people who contributed. Shall I put it in a neat point form, again? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hooo.&lt;/i&gt; :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A thousand thanks to you guys, you know who you are. I know I've said thank you a million and one times, but another few times won't hurt now will it? Haha it might get annoying, yes, but that's beside the point. I'm just too happy bah. Lol. In alphabetical order, thank you:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Andrew Hon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ben ET&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chen Wei&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chi Cheng&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chun Lim&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;CK&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chong&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Elvin So&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hein Yew&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Joe Win&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jonan Wong&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Joshua Lim&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kevin Lim&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mei Yean &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pastor Joshua (?!?!)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Peter Lim&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pohly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Roy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Samantha Chow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SuAnn and family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tim Lam&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Uncle Choong&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Uncle Alex&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Uncle Frankie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole secret coalition started around &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;2 weeks&lt;/span&gt; before my birthday, and honestly I had no effing idea. The trio even planned for a party; the one my mom "exposed" to me. Ha-ha and they were kinda peeved at my mom for ruining the whole surprise. But I still got the iPod, even though it inflicted quote and unquote "stress" among them. Them being Elvin, Mei Yean, and SuAnn lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have I mentioned how awesome they are?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to you guys, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I LOVE YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(so sappy but sob, really mahhhh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TzDLWOgNMyY/SjzYOMkEXYI/AAAAAAAABiA/nF9wsg6jywY/s400/n542556153_1908719_1356+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349388195811581314" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;The Elvin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Haha poserrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s245.photobucket.com/albums/gg44/joytan91/?action=view&amp;amp;current=themeiyeancopy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg44/joytan91/themeiyeancopy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Mei Yean&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s245.photobucket.com/albums/gg44/joytan91/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thesuann.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg44/joytan91/thesuann.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;The SuAnn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Besides the iPod, I also got a silver bracelet from &lt;b&gt;Elvinnn&lt;/b&gt;... as if the iPod wasn't enough. Love it. Thank you Monstar! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 363px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TzDLWOgNMyY/Sjx-bRBQ7CI/AAAAAAAABh4/c7b6Ut1FnJk/s400/silver.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349289464299580450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg44/joytan91/silver2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, I went out for a "birthday" dinner with my family... where I got stuffed to the brim. And that concluded June 18th, 2009. Thanks to everyone who wished me, whether it be on the phone, Facebook, or in person. :) You made me a very happy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Joy &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895097-1233447141918413624?l=jayteeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jayteeee.blogspot.com/feeds/1233447141918413624/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895097&amp;postID=1233447141918413624&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895097/posts/default/1233447141918413624?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895097/posts/default/1233447141918413624?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jayteeee.blogspot.com/2009/06/numero-duodeviginti-xviii.html" title="Numero Duodeviginti; XVIII" /><author><name>.:JoY:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805130614591000474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TzDLWOgNMyY/SZkvtEY51TI/AAAAAAAABgo/dr2v_FRZ4fI/S220/collage+coloured.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TzDLWOgNMyY/SjzYOMkEXYI/AAAAAAAABiA/nF9wsg6jywY/s72-c/n542556153_1908719_1356+copy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkENSHwzeCp7ImA9WxJWEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895097.post-7998639216295190925</id><published>2009-06-15T23:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T14:44:59.280+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-16T14:44:59.280+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="par-tayyy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="birthdays" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><title>Of Life's Milestones</title><content type="html">I've been so busy preparing myself for the SAT (which was on June 6th), that I didn’t really have time to think about my 18th birthday… which I had completely forgotten about. Seriously, I almost forgot my own birthday. It was only when my parents told me that they were planning to have a party for me that it snapped back to me… &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My 18th birthday is on the 18th of June.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, it’s my golden birthday! But I wasn't (and am not) in the mood for partying, so I told them to put it down. “I don’t want a party,” I told them. It was surprising that my parents wanted to have a party for me because they don’t usually do things like this. The only other time they had a party for my birthday was when I was four. Haha nostalgic: they organized it at KFC, complete with the awkward Chicky mascot and all. All my friends were there, along with their present-bearing parents. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was miserable at best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want that damn party. And I think I made that pretty obvious by being anti-social throughout the whole thing. I vaguely remember feeling extremely uncomfortable and somewhat discomfited by the whole experience. My friends were egging me to join them in their activities (the oversized chicken was leading them in a dance ftw), but I stood pretty firm on being disengaged. Maybe I was just a shy kid with social issues. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, 14 years later... I realized that I'm probably still that awkward four-year-old. I still don’t like being the center of attention. I'm not nearly as shy as I used to be (trust me, you could’ve mistaken me for a mute), but somewhat the same. I still don’t want that party. So I thanked my parents but told them to retract it. Since they already asked Su Ann to organize the thing, I had to let her know. Su's the best. She was the one who organized my 14th birthday gathering, where I had cheese cake rubbed all over my face. She was also the one who organized my 17th surprise party; the one where I got carried and thrown into the pool. And I wasn’t miserable… not one bit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just wish you had a cousin like Su-Ann? Pros and cons lah, she's one annoying cousin. Lol. I'm kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, although I don't feel like having a party, I don't feel like I'm doing myself justice by letting my 18th birthday pass me by just like that. It’s a pretty big milestone: 18th, 21st, and... well after that you just count the decades right (30th, 40th, 50th)? Ah well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll think of something. Any ideas, people? Part of me wants to grab a handful of my friends and go out and get drunk, just because I can. Another part of me wants that super sleek iPod. Mmm, &lt;em&gt;iPodddd&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'd change my mind and go all out. SuAnn and MeiYean, you are hereby needed for Joy's official emancipation. *smirks*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TzDLWOgNMyY/Sjc33SvsPvI/AAAAAAAABho/B4hEg13WjG8/s1600-h/carryjoy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347804505589956338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 392px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TzDLWOgNMyY/Sjc33SvsPvI/AAAAAAAABho/B4hEg13WjG8/s400/carryjoy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;17th Birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy &lt;3&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/38895097-7998639216295190925?l=jayteeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jayteeee.blogspot.com/feeds/7998639216295190925/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895097&amp;postID=7998639216295190925&amp;isPopup=true" title="13 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895097/posts/default/7998639216295190925?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895097/posts/default/7998639216295190925?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jayteeee.blogspot.com/2009/06/of-lifes-milestones.html" title="Of Life's Milestones" /><author><name>.:JoY:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805130614591000474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TzDLWOgNMyY/SZkvtEY51TI/AAAAAAAABgo/dr2v_FRZ4fI/S220/collage+coloured.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TzDLWOgNMyY/Sjc33SvsPvI/AAAAAAAABho/B4hEg13WjG8/s72-c/carryjoy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8NR30zeCp7ImA9WxJXGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895097.post-8167011138826719786</id><published>2009-06-13T22:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T22:54:56.380+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-13T22:54:56.380+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="holidays" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="happenings" /><title>Quick Update</title><content type="html">I’ve just got back from The Star’s Young Journalist Program, otherwise known as the BRATs Camp, and…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I’M DAMN TIRED LOR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four days spent there was just crammed with nonstop activities so there wasn’t really a moment of boredom (except maybe during the assignment writings tra la la). I won’t try to rack my brains for some pithy comments to make right now because... if there’s one thing I learned from BRATs Camp, it’s to keep things short and simple. Excessive use of “big” words such as &lt;i&gt;mammoth&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;quaint&lt;/i&gt; are not appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA-HA, that’s why I’m glad to be back. Write whatever I want, use any word I want, and complete it whenever I want. I’ll get into more detail after I edit the pictures. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for now… I’ll be resting.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg44/joytan91/brats1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Photo taken from&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://stanleyliew.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Stanley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Group 1 @ Ipoh Parade :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;XOXO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;/s&gt; Joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PS: &lt;/b&gt;Su-Lynn got a effing iPhone from my uncle – for no reason. *jealous*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PPS:&lt;/b&gt; Check &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rage.com.my/blog"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;THIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; *click* out for posts from fellow BRATs &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/38895097-8167011138826719786?l=jayteeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jayteeee.blogspot.com/feeds/8167011138826719786/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895097&amp;postID=8167011138826719786&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895097/posts/default/8167011138826719786?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895097/posts/default/8167011138826719786?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jayteeee.blogspot.com/2009/06/quick-update.html" title="Quick Update" /><author><name>.:JoY:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805130614591000474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TzDLWOgNMyY/SZkvtEY51TI/AAAAAAAABgo/dr2v_FRZ4fI/S220/collage+coloured.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMBQXo7cCp7ImA9WxJQGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895097.post-827767131833494113</id><published>2009-06-02T09:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T09:50:50.408+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-02T09:50:50.408+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="aaah" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="studies" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wtf" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="laments" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="happenings" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hahas" /><title>Quickie</title><content type="html">Just a short quick update on what’s being going on with me… well. I got bitten by a mosquito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;On the face.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of nefarious, twisted, demonic mosquito bites a person on the face?? I mean, it’s almost the same as having it bite you on the eyelid; which is far more unpleasant, mind you. It’s just not done! I bet there’s a Mosquito Society code of conduct that forbids any mosquitoes to bite a human on the face (among other places).  If there isn’t, the Mosquito Society should make one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you mean there’s no such thing as the Mosquito Society?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, besides being bitten by defiant mosquitoes, I’ve got the SAT. It’s this Saturday. I can’t wait. Wasn’t being sarcastic on that one, I really can’t wait. So... I’m off to “study” now; wish me all the best - regarding the mosquito bite, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;XOXO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;PS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt; Oh, I've also lost access of my facebook account (aaahhh, not the facebook!). I fear I might be going into system shock from the sudden disconnection from fb. *shivers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;PPS: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Don't worry. I'll recover my facebook. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;PPPS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt; Check out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="www.fmylife.com"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;www.fmylife.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt; :) FML&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/38895097-827767131833494113?l=jayteeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jayteeee.blogspot.com/feeds/827767131833494113/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895097&amp;postID=827767131833494113&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895097/posts/default/827767131833494113?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895097/posts/default/827767131833494113?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jayteeee.blogspot.com/2009/06/quickie.html" title="Quickie" /><author><name>.:JoY:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805130614591000474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TzDLWOgNMyY/SZkvtEY51TI/AAAAAAAABgo/dr2v_FRZ4fI/S220/collage+coloured.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4NQngyfSp7ImA9WxJRFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895097.post-415429192329674442</id><published>2009-05-17T13:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T09:09:53.695+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-18T09:09:53.695+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tickets" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="birthdays" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="movies" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nuffnang" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="studies" /><title>Of Movie Premiers</title><content type="html">I'm too kiasu for my own good. Lol. I applied for two premiere tickets from Nuffnang, and I got them both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Ghosts of Girlfriends Past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg44/joytan91/ghosts_of_girlfriends_past.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TzDLWOgNMyY/Sg-hWOnw6TI/AAAAAAAABhg/crAvaKt9Xjk/s1600-h/2009-05-17_1327.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 88px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TzDLWOgNMyY/Sg-hWOnw6TI/AAAAAAAABhg/crAvaKt9Xjk/s400/2009-05-17_1327.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336661486711400754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Click to enlarge*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Monsters Vs. Aliens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg44/joytan91/monsters-vs-aliens-poster.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TzDLWOgNMyY/Sg-hWCslYPI/AAAAAAAABhY/YJH9VBdQQEA/s1600-h/2009-05-17_1326.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 87px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TzDLWOgNMyY/Sg-hWCslYPI/AAAAAAAABhY/YJH9VBdQQEA/s400/2009-05-17_1326.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336661483510391026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Click to enlarge*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;a href="http://matt2001my.blogspot.com/"&gt;Matthias&lt;/a&gt;'&lt;/span&gt; 18th birthday was yesterday (where I allegedly ffk-ed him), I'll be giving the premiere tickets to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monsters vs. Aliens&lt;/span&gt; to him. As much as I'd love to catch the movie, the thought of driving around in KL (at night, might I add) scares the holy macros out of me. I could get lost and end up in Seremban or uhm... Tanjung Rambutan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU GET MY POINT LAH. But it's mainly because I'm a selfless, awesome, truly thoughtful friend. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was that convincing? Was it was it? It's true you know. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the tickets for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ghosts of Girlfriends Past&lt;/span&gt;, I'm not sure what I'll do to em. See how la, that's in July so no point wondering about it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm stopping here, gonna have to learn facts about some famous historical figures for references in the SAT essay. Abe Lincoln, Martin Luther, Lance Armstrong, Britney Spears?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895097-415429192329674442?l=jayteeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jayteeee.blogspot.com/feeds/415429192329674442/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895097&amp;postID=415429192329674442&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895097/posts/default/415429192329674442?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895097/posts/default/415429192329674442?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jayteeee.blogspot.com/2009/05/of-movie-premiers.html" title="Of Movie Premiers" /><author><name>.:JoY:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805130614591000474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TzDLWOgNMyY/SZkvtEY51TI/AAAAAAAABgo/dr2v_FRZ4fI/S220/collage+coloured.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TzDLWOgNMyY/Sg-hWOnw6TI/AAAAAAAABhg/crAvaKt9Xjk/s72-c/2009-05-17_1327.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMHR3k6fCp7ImA9WxJRE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895097.post-5793428071921000927</id><published>2009-05-15T19:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T19:20:36.714+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-15T19:20:36.714+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tags" /><title>Teacher's Day</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I had no idea tomorrow was teacher's day. Not until the sudden influx of roses and random wrapped objects started appearing all over the kindergarten. And guess what, I got presents too! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg44/joytan91/DSC00927copy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;From Queenie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; A bar of Lindt Pistachio milk chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SuAnn got the same exact thing, but guess what she doesn't have??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg44/joytan91/muffin4copy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahaha that's for abusing my chocolate muffin earlier on Suann, don't go squeezing my muffins no more (;_;). I know you're jealous, but don't take it out on the poor innocent muffin for heaven's sake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg44/joytan91/muffin4copy2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What, did you think I would use my Godgiven middle-finger? Tra la la X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Teacher's Day... me and the kids made these out of ice cream sticks for Mother's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg44/joytan91/DSC00883copy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what they're supposed to be, but I felt the sudden whim to stick eyes on sticks. Lol. They came out nice anyways. Doubt any of the kids actually gave them to their mothers though. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg44/joytan91/DSC00923copy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Countdown to June 6th, so lifeless :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay, I think I'll end here. Quick update on tomorrow before I go, I might be going for the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Big Bad Wolf Booksale&lt;/span&gt; to get myself some cheap (but not necessarilly lousy) books *drool*. Also, there's gonna be the Glutton contest in after Youth Service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;ZONE B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;WILL KICK ASS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Tagged By Su-Ann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;1. Besides your lips , where is the favourite spot to get kissed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the saying goes, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Kiss my ass!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(No, not literally)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;2. How did you feel when you woke up this morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt like sleeping more, as usual. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;3. Who was the last person / people you took a photo with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SuAnn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;4. Would you consider yourself spoiled?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nnnnn&lt;/span&gt;-yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;5. Will you ever donate blood?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I would like to think so, if the opportunity presents itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;6. Have you ever had a best friend who was of the opposite sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah once, when I was younger. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;7. Do you want someone to be dead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, and I think people who wish someone else's death is just plain immature. Too much la macha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;8. What does your last text message say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since when do text messages speak? Ridiculous. Pfft. *Nervous glances*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;9. What are you thinking right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking how nice this song is - "Happily Never After" (Pussycat Dolls)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;1o. Do you want someone to be with you right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah. But we all know you don't always get what you want... at least not immediately. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What was the time you went to bed last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11-ish? I sleep early lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;12. Where did you buy the tee you are wearing now ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eff Oh Ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;13. Is someone on your mind right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure bout that but there's a hamster on my head. Does that count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;14. Who was the last person who text you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monstar Tan!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Tag/Name TEN People &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(Note: Don't do this if you don't want to, free pass)&lt;br /&gt;1. Mei Yean&lt;br /&gt;2. Su-Ann&lt;br /&gt;3. Monstar&lt;br /&gt;4. Samantha Chow Chow Chow&lt;br /&gt;5. Jay Tee&lt;br /&gt;6. Wilson Cheah&lt;br /&gt;7. Rachel Chiang&lt;br /&gt;8. Amanda&lt;br /&gt;9. Jonan&lt;br /&gt;10. Chong (because I know you read!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;15. Who is no.2 having a relationship with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ever so elusive Ryan Wong, who I deduce is hiding! Either that or Suann's hiding him. Cmon Suuuu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;16. Is no.3 a male or a female?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little of both, I would say. LOL okok sorry boss, no no... he's 100% man. Roar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;17. If no.7 and no.1 get together, would it be a good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel and Mei Yean? Hahaha they'd get together when hell freezes over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;18. What is no.1 studying about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll be studying to be a Pharmacist, but for now she'll be taking her A levels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;19. When was the last time you chatted with them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All somewhere within this week :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;20.Is no.4 single?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is a very good question... SAMANTHA! Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;21. Say something about no.2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She redefines random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;22. What do you think about no.3 and no.6 being together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha can I watch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;23. Describe no.9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a sesquipedal emo kid who spends his night with the sole purpose of waking people up. Bahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;24. What will you do if no.6 and no.7 fight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll push them apart and shout these words, "STOP IT! You don't know each other at all!!" then they'll say "Oh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;25. Do you like 8?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah why not? I've known Amanda since I was a baby wei. If babies had friends, she would be it. Lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*END*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895097-5793428071921000927?l=jayteeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jayteeee.blogspot.com/feeds/5793428071921000927/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895097&amp;postID=5793428071921000927&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895097/posts/default/5793428071921000927?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895097/posts/default/5793428071921000927?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jayteeee.blogspot.com/2009/05/teachers-day.html" title="Teacher's Day" /><author><name>.:JoY:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805130614591000474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TzDLWOgNMyY/SZkvtEY51TI/AAAAAAAABgo/dr2v_FRZ4fI/S220/collage+coloured.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0EGRXYzeip7ImA9WxJREks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895097.post-8457410098420341693</id><published>2009-05-13T22:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T08:40:24.882+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-14T08:40:24.882+08:00</app:edited><title>Of More SAT</title><content type="html">I know the last thing you'd wanna read about is my rants about the gourddang* SAT and how it seems to be the only thing in my life but guess what. I can't stop myself. It's taking up a huge chunk of my life and quite honestly, I wish it would just come already. What am I supposed to do with the time between now and then? It's 3 weeks from now and I don't wanna study for 3 whole weeks. But if I don't study I'd feel guilty for not doing my "best".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;*I used the term "gourddang" because I absolutely refuse to use "goddamn". Maybe I should just emit the word altogether, gourddanggit. Bahaha on second thought, I'm keeping it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the definition of "best" anyways? I think I'll just take it easy, won't hurt me much. Pick up on my vocabulary and reading. The SAT contains vocabulary words that just make me go blank. I don't have a slightest inkling of the definition, and so I guess. Who knows the meaning of 'morganatic' anyways? Is that supposed to be someone obsessed over Morgan? GRR. How bout soubrette? Sobriquet? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Briquette?&lt;/span&gt; I do try to brush up while I can, but I'm preeeeeetty sure that I won't be able to memorize the entire dictionary. 'Lugubrious' you say? Lu gu mu gu goo goo? Bahaha that's funny; that sounded just like crazy talk... oh God, help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I digress;&lt;/span&gt; look what I got in the mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s245.photobucket.com/albums/gg44/joytan91/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4344.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg44/joytan91/IMG_4344.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I blogged about it or not, but I sent an application to The Star's BRATs a few months back. My mother insisted on it, and she went on and on about how I should try to get in. So I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg44/joytan91/IMG_4345.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I'll be joining the BRATs Young Journalist Programme in June, right after my SAT. Can someone shout party?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PARRTAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyahaha I can't wait for the SAT to be over and done with. And EHHH!!! It just dawned on me. My birthday is soon after the SAT too! June 18th okay? Did you not read me correctly.. wait ah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;JUNE 18 JUNE 18 JUNE 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ahaha. Ok lah, I'll stop here. Till next time, xoxo. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(lol gossip girl)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg44/joytan91/P1010328.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:13;" &gt;Boom boom&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; pow&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&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/38895097-8457410098420341693?l=jayteeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jayteeee.blogspot.com/feeds/8457410098420341693/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895097&amp;postID=8457410098420341693&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895097/posts/default/8457410098420341693?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895097/posts/default/8457410098420341693?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jayteeee.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-know-last-thing-youd-wanna-read-about.html" title="Of More SAT" /><author><name>.:JoY:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805130614591000474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TzDLWOgNMyY/SZkvtEY51TI/AAAAAAAABgo/dr2v_FRZ4fI/S220/collage+coloured.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQNR3g7eip7ImA9WxJREU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895097.post-1178014459756886817</id><published>2009-05-12T11:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T11:53:16.602+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-12T11:53:16.602+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sighs" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="studies" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="notice" /><title>Away</title><content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg44/joytan91/a2-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*groans*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895097-1178014459756886817?l=jayteeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jayteeee.blogspot.com/feeds/1178014459756886817/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895097&amp;postID=1178014459756886817&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895097/posts/default/1178014459756886817?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895097/posts/default/1178014459756886817?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jayteeee.blogspot.com/2009/05/away.html" title="Away" /><author><name>.:JoY:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805130614591000474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TzDLWOgNMyY/SZkvtEY51TI/AAAAAAAABgo/dr2v_FRZ4fI/S220/collage+coloured.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEICQ3w5fSp7ImA9WxJSF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895097.post-4968720297301358878</id><published>2009-05-08T21:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T22:22:42.225+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-08T22:22:42.225+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="movies" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nuffnang" /><title>I Can Relate to Ghosts of Girlfriends Past</title><content type="html">So Nuffnang is giving away free tickets (premiers, to be exact) again, and in true Malaysian spirit, I'm gonna grab it, even if it means advertising for it on my blog. It's only fair eh? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time it's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Ghosts of Girlfriends Past"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and whaddaya know, there's MATTHEW MCCONAUGHEY! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nuffnang.com.my/blog/2009/05/4/girlfriends-trouble/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nuffnang.com.my/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/gop-poster_small.jpg" alt="gop-poster_small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"Celebrity photographer Connor Mead (MATTHEW McCONAUGHEY) loves freedom, fun and women…in that order. A committed bachelor with a no-strings policy, he thinks nothing of breaking up with multiple women on a conference call while prepping his next date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connor’s brother Paul is more the romantic type. In fact, he’s about to be married. Unfortunately, on the eve of the big event, Connor’s mockery of romance proves a real buzz-kill for Paul, the wedding party and a houseful of well wishers—including Connor’s childhood friend Jenny (JENNIFER GARNER), the one woman in his life who has always seemed immune to his considerable charm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when it looks like Connor may single-handedly ruin the wedding, he gets a wake-up call from the ghost of his late Uncle Wayne (MICHAEL DOUGLAS), the hard-partying, legendary ladies man upon whose exploits Connor has modeled his lifestyle. Uncle Wayne has an urgent message for his protégé, which he delivers through the ghosts of Connor’s jilted girlfriends—past, present and future—who take him on a revealing and hilarious odyssey through a lifetime of failed relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together, they will discover what turned Connor into such a shameless player and whether he has a second chance to find – and this time, keep – the love of his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wondered how a playful man settle down in his life? It’s definitely not easy to convince your love of your life that she is the only one for you especially with your track record. Find out about what happens to Connor Mead by MATTHEW McCONAUGHEY in GHOSTS OF GIRLFRIENDS PAST."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;The question is... how can I relate to "Ghosts of Girlfriends Past". Well... I too enjoy freedom, fun, and &lt;s&gt;women&lt;/s&gt; men. I change boyfriends like changing clothes. It's all in the game, I would say. They get boring once I get them. Aim for the rich ones too, and once I have him wrapped around my finger... ho ho ho. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shoppinggggggggggggg~!&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha God no. I'm joking. I will never; I repeat, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; be like that. But I still want those tickets &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nuffnang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Please and thank you! :D&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/38895097-4968720297301358878?l=jayteeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jayteeee.blogspot.com/feeds/4968720297301358878/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895097&amp;postID=4968720297301358878&amp;isPopup=true" title="24 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895097/posts/default/4968720297301358878?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895097/posts/default/4968720297301358878?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jayteeee.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-can-relate-to-ghosts-of-girlfriends.html" title="I Can Relate to Ghosts of Girlfriends Past" /><author><name>.:JoY:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805130614591000474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TzDLWOgNMyY/SZkvtEY51TI/AAAAAAAABgo/dr2v_FRZ4fI/S220/collage+coloured.jpg" /></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8NRXg4eyp7ImA9WxJTEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895097.post-7042198299241394657</id><published>2009-04-17T17:14:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T18:54:54.633+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-20T18:54:54.633+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="studies" /><title>Behold, the SAT</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;The mom has officially shown her disapproval for Mass Comm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not her disapproval I'm bothered about (surprisingly), but it's more disturbing that I now have no clue what I'll be studying. Okay, maybe &lt;i&gt;some&lt;/i&gt; clue, but it's not... not... how should I say. It's not... peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why was Mass Communication labeled as a "stupid" course anyways? Is it really a course that consists of all the students who couldn't qualify for anything else? It is really? What about those who actually &lt;b&gt;wanted&lt;/b&gt; to study Mass Comm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, anyways. First choice's still Mass Comm. Second choice is Multimedia Design. Third choice is Psychology. Psychology suddenly squeezed itself into third spot a few milliseconds ago, which was vacant anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, all I should be worrying about is my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;SAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, which I've already registered for (US$81 haha). ANOTHER worrying thing is... I'm not worried about my SAT. Lol. I'm still prancing around and doing stuff like spending the whole day catching up with season 2 of Gossip Girl. As brutally shallow and decieving it may be, GG is strangely captivating. What with all the scandals, sex, scandals, twists, scandals, drama and oh did I mention scandals? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And this is how I shall &lt;/span&gt;pretend&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; to stress over the SAT (watch it!):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="460"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y9P0hO88XW8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y9P0hO88XW8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="460"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Now all I need is my own car...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895097-7042198299241394657?l=jayteeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jayteeee.blogspot.com/feeds/7042198299241394657/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895097&amp;postID=7042198299241394657&amp;isPopup=true" title="11 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895097/posts/default/7042198299241394657?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895097/posts/default/7042198299241394657?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jayteeee.blogspot.com/2009/04/behold-sat.html" title="Behold, the SAT" /><author><name>.:JoY:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805130614591000474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TzDLWOgNMyY/SZkvtEY51TI/AAAAAAAABgo/dr2v_FRZ4fI/S220/collage+coloured.jpg" /></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEAHQ3c6cCp7ImA9WxVaEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895097.post-940780882360721653</id><published>2009-04-08T16:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T17:25:32.918+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-08T17:25:32.918+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="yayyy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="movies" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wierd" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pictures" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friends" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="studies" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wtf" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="happenings" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hahas" /><title>Confessions of a Sepet</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello, world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg44/joytan91/notsepet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the sporadic blogger that I am, I find myself blogging interminiently--only stopping to blog when the sudden pang of inspiration hits me right in the face. I used to get that inspiration on a daily basis before... but for some reason it started to die down. The inactivity seen in my blog cannot be directly correlated with my actual life, though. Lots of things have been going on, and perhaps that's the reason I've been blogging so little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to my passion for blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It channeled itself elsewhere&lt;/span&gt; ehehe. But here I am! I'm back. The sepet-ed girl next door who's not really always next door, because she's always out somewhere, or rather... pretending to be out somewhere. *cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, really. I've been going out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To watch a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EXITEMENT!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*lololol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehhhh... shut up la. I know it's not that big a deal. But try to remember I've been held in locks and chains before this okay?&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt; *metaphorically speaking of course, don't call the authorities*&lt;/span&gt; So this is a reaaaaaally good feeling knowing I've got some freedom. To drive out by myself hahaha. Damn kiddo. But I'm happy so shutuppppp. :)))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to other less shallow things... remember the post where I was lamenting about how my parents wanted to send me off farway? Guess what. They gave up hahaha. Well not to say give up... but they realized it's reasonable too. So yeah, I won't be going anywhere anytime soon. Nyeh. Now the question is where and when I'll study. Probably July intake. Most probably Mass Comm. Perhaps at &lt;s&gt;Taylor's&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;Monash&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;The One Academy&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;SeGi&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;LIFE&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;KDU&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;IACT&lt;/s&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UCSI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard some pretty deterring stuff about UCSI, but heck it's practically next to my house. As compared with the other places in Subang/Sunway/Damansara.&lt;strong&gt; UCSI has alot of blacks worrrr.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;YOU RACIST AH?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;UCSI alot of cina apek worrrrrrrr.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;YOU NOT CHINESE AR?&lt;/em&gt; Lol wei. But I admit... not nice lah kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is set in stone yet... except maybe for Mei Yean, who already signed up for UCSI's July intake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg44/joytan91/notclosingmyeyes.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yours truly with The Mei Yean after Youth Service&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg44/joytan91/afteryouthservice.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Random picture Mei Yean took&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight... I shall stop this post here. Ooh. One last thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hooked on 90210 &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(among other things)&lt;/span&gt;. Waiting for episode 18 to come out... because Liam is so damn hot. Lol. See, I know how to be shallow too hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa32/mg2624/matt2.jpg" border="0" alt="Matt Lanter pose Pictures, Images and Photos" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg44/joytan91/joy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Urban Dictionary, you never fail to amaze me. Lol.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-THE END-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895097-940780882360721653?l=jayteeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jayteeee.blogspot.com/feeds/940780882360721653/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895097&amp;postID=940780882360721653&amp;isPopup=true" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895097/posts/default/940780882360721653?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895097/posts/default/940780882360721653?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jayteeee.blogspot.com/2009/04/confessions-of-sepet.html" title="Confessions of a Sepet" /><author><name>.:JoY:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805130614591000474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TzDLWOgNMyY/SZkvtEY51TI/AAAAAAAABgo/dr2v_FRZ4fI/S220/collage+coloured.jpg" /></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUMQ3Y7cCp7ImA9WxVbE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895097.post-6390474661673348180</id><published>2009-03-29T12:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T13:08:02.808+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-29T13:08:02.808+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kids" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="news" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wtf" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="happenings" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="crap" /><title>Gasp: Alfie Patten not the Father!</title><content type="html">Remember Alfie, the little midget who knocked up a girl (at age 12 mind you)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/alfie%20patten" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd133/faceblaster/SNN1305AA-380_732314a.jpg" border="0" alt="Alfie Patten Pictures, Images and Photos" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well guess what, more recent news have shown that he is in fact not the father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"A DNA test showed a 13-year-old boy in Britain is not the father of a baby born to a 15-year-old he had unprotected sex with once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chantelle Stedman told Alfie Patten, who was 12 when he slept with her, he was her newborn daughter Maisie's father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story caused a worldwide media frenzy after it was first reported by Britain's Sun newspaper, while politicians criticised what they called Britain's declining morals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first Stedman said Patten was the only boy she had ever slept with, but soon after other teens came forward saying they too could be the baby's father, because they claimed to have had sex with the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is still not clear who the baby's father is." -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.news.com.au/heraldsun/story/0,21985,25250230-663,00.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Herald Sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.news.com.au/heraldsun/story/0,21985,25250230-663,00.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just goes to show how corrupt the world is getting today. And Alfie, in response to the DNA testings, was seen wearing a personalized hoodie that er... expressed himself quite clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s245.photobucket.com/albums/gg44/joytan91/?action=view&amp;amp;current=alfiemain_735878a.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg44/joytan91/alfiemain_735878a.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Alfie Patten I'm the daddy if not fuck you all I'll still be there"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah! That'll show them.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895097-6390474661673348180?l=jayteeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jayteeee.blogspot.com/feeds/6390474661673348180/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895097&amp;postID=6390474661673348180&amp;isPopup=true" title="23 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895097/posts/default/6390474661673348180?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895097/posts/default/6390474661673348180?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jayteeee.blogspot.com/2009/03/gasp-alfie-patten-not-father.html" title="Gasp: Alfie Patten not the Father!" /><author><name>.:JoY:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805130614591000474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TzDLWOgNMyY/SZkvtEY51TI/AAAAAAAABgo/dr2v_FRZ4fI/S220/collage+coloured.jpg" /></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry></feed>

