<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:37:30.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its my life.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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decided to start blogging now because I am gg to experience some very beautiful and amazing things the next month.So I want to keep all my thoughts,pictures and lessons I have learnt from my trip in a place that cant be burnt when a fire breaks out in my house.I know for sure I have one less thing to save ;) haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a long long time since I last blogged and Im sure there are 2 things that would shock the Janet last year:I have gotten my license and have the freedom to drive around in my sis's car(except I dont know much roads besides clementi road and holland village road) and Im gg to LSE for a summer school prog and will get to tour ard Europe!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope the trip will recharge me and give me the new boost of energy i badly need...given how i have lamented the lost of my youth and zest for life these days as im inching nearer to my 21st birthday.With a legally defined adult age comes changes that I do not like.Coldness and detachment.I know these things come in a package but Im glad there are those who keep me warm.I should never doubt and should believe they are there,especially my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few weeks in Singapore and I felt like i havent done all that i needed!Save for driving to get what i crave for and sleeping till I open my eyes naturally.Thats what so awesome about this summer.I mean one of the many awesome things heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to catch some hk drama and brush up on all that mouthful of cantonese!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-4726145848996165586?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4726145848996165586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-3649838704620158170</id><published>2008-12-18T23:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T23:39:49.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cut me all the cheery facade and sweet words.</title><content type='html'>A person cares when he/she got reminded of the gd times he/she used to have w a special someone n drops a msg..to ask, to care ,to show love's still there.You dont do it just for a show.You do it with a heart.You dont do it only when you are bored and was just thinking who to msg to pass your time.You do it because you really want to know what you have missed out on that person's life.You dont do it when your in trouble or you need someone to listen to.You do it because you know the person wld wan2 know and u wld trust to share ur ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dont place a friend down there and realise their presence only when you get down on your legs and cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-3649838704620158170?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3649838704620158170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=3649838704620158170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/3649838704620158170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/3649838704620158170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2008/12/cut-me-all-cheery-facade-and-sweet.html' title='Cut me all the cheery facade and sweet words.'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-6011608577111916295</id><published>2008-12-17T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T23:33:12.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ET in my mouth.</title><content type='html'>This is what i have chosen.No complains but i feel like i lost all my teeth and this afternoon i have to carefully slip a piece of bread i tore into my mouth and winced in pain as my teeth meet each other to chew the bread.That doesnt count as complaining im sure.Im just noting down my initial feelings of this horrible 20 month long ordeal.I hope I read this 20 months later and keep it in heart it wasnt all rainbows and frolicking in the meadows getting through this ugly irritating procedure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People always convince themselves what they do is justified.Sometimes u know your real motive for doing something is wrong,ur reason is twisted but yet somehow u can find a nice way to make urself sound righteous to do that.And people seem to manage to successfully brainwash urself tat theres nothing wrong.Oh the great lies we weave into our lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-6011608577111916295?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6011608577111916295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=6011608577111916295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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matter at all now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NCPDiEz-GcE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NCPDiEz-GcE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-4921779568551043472?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4921779568551043472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=4921779568551043472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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know you love them and hence you dont have to always tell them that.You might think that your actions show that you love them hence you never told them the words.But there is never such thing as hearing too much of how much you love them and care for them.All of us need assurances and everytime you tell someone how you feel,you will make them special all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend once told me "As long as i care for them with my actions,and i know that they know i love them,why should i hang those words on my mouth?" I tried to understand this point of view but i still believe that you should never leave anything to assumption.Why assume this and allow yourself to regret in the future when you dont have any chances to let them hear what u wanted to say?Why give yourself the possibility of regretting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came across this video and I knew I had to note down how im feeling now so Im always reminded of how we live our lives in comfort and forget how lucky we are everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u4LBvhBQWr8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u4LBvhBQWr8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-3811063428376562835?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3811063428376562835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=3811063428376562835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/3811063428376562835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/3811063428376562835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2008/10/everybodys-changing.html' title='Everybody&apos;s changing.'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-37078594359260281</id><published>2008-10-13T01:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T01:32:53.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Departed.</title><content type='html'>Nothing tugs at your heartstrings more than a loved one leaving you.No pretense,no holding back could hide it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us felt sad watching her walk through the gate.She was waving back to us repeatedly as if to tell us"Hope to c u guys soon!" and that itself wld mean shes gg to b away for some while,out of our sight for awhile..I stupidly tried to hold back and convince myself not to cry because its not as if shes not coming back to singapore ever again,i told myself.I stood there,waving all the way since shes past the gate and till shes out of sight.She was turning ard and waving to us the whole time too.I commented that the last time we were here as a whole family to send her off my 2nd sis was pregnant.This time rd,my nephew was born and was present to send my 3rd sis off too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we turned our backs against the departure gates,i felt my mum kept searching my face,for some tears i presume.At that moment,im glad i didnt cry like a 7 yr old who cries at the slightest thing.But as we continue to walk away,I felt my eyes getting wet so i looked away to compose myself.Then i heard loud sobs and saw my mum, all red faced and tears streaming down her cheeks rapidly.I gave my mum an exasperated look, all for wasting my efforts to contain my emotion.I held her and told her its not as if my sis is not gonna come back ever.Right there,I cld feel an answer generated in my own brain going:But it still hurts that shes away.It was then my 2nd sis and I decided to let go too and we were all tearing madly.It was then I realised all of us have been holding back our tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although she was back with us for a wk for her holiday,it saddens us that shes going to be alone in some foreign country,with nobody to rely on,nobody to care for her when shes sick or no one to listen to her after her hard day's work for some while.It was our 2nd time sending her off and this is one thing that never gets any better with more experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this taught me I should never lie to myself abt the things i really do care about and curbing myself from showing my true emotions.And this taught me theres nothing wrong w crying like a 7 yr old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-37078594359260281?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/37078594359260281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=37078594359260281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/37078594359260281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/37078594359260281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2008/10/departed.html' title='Departed.'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-1286842272011194726</id><published>2008-01-14T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T00:43:26.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallelujah chance</title><content type='html'>How well do you think you know someone who shares a special relationship with you?Today, after all that has happened, i started to doubt what i see and what i thought he is.Does he really care as much as i thought he would but just discreetly?Or is it just that he really doesnt care and he totally played a rotten role yet im the only person who bothers thinking the best of him?Where is this gonna go?I want him to be who i thinks he is.I wish i can make him do something and bring us an answer.But what hurts me most is when i doubt if I mattered that much to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when I say im okay,I really am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learnt from hallelujah chancing and from recent events:If you love someone,say it now.You never know when the person might just leave you without hearing from you how you feel.If you dont say something soon,I will give up on you as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-1286842272011194726?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1286842272011194726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=1286842272011194726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/1286842272011194726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/1286842272011194726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2008/01/hallelujah-chance.html' title='Hallelujah chance'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-5848151311009138311</id><published>2008-01-10T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T01:23:52.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got rebonding!Virgin rebonding!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9YZ2PBSykA/R4UCt7JQzVI/AAAAAAAAAFc/UKQR0cBYJpA/s1600-h/IMG_6759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153528336589311314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9YZ2PBSykA/R4UCt7JQzVI/AAAAAAAAAFc/UKQR0cBYJpA/s320/IMG_6759.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                            I kinda miss you already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-5848151311009138311?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5848151311009138311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=5848151311009138311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/5848151311009138311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/5848151311009138311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-got-rebondingvirgin-rebonding.html' title='I got rebonding!Virgin rebonding!'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9YZ2PBSykA/R4UCt7JQzVI/AAAAAAAAAFc/UKQR0cBYJpA/s72-c/IMG_6759.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-5445543251116468745</id><published>2008-01-04T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T20:27:05.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I eat to occupy my mind.I just had dinner when im not hungry because..</title><content type='html'>I would appreciate it if u cared a little.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-5445543251116468745?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5445543251116468745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=5445543251116468745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/5445543251116468745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/5445543251116468745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-eat-to-occupy-my-mindi-just-had.html' title='I eat to occupy my mind.I just had dinner when im not hungry because..'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-5621618381125905157</id><published>2007-12-31T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T00:49:07.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For once,i desperately hoped it was mum's delusion or i was really having a convincing bad dream</title><content type='html'>New year plans seem to be thwarted,hong kong trip next year may be missing people.Sometimes it feels like nothing happened and i hoped it was just a convincing bad dream.I know its silly to pretend nothing much happened,to want to avoid confrontation so that it may not register as something definitive yet.I know it yet i wish i could continue doing it.Human beings are born to be like that arent we?We all know what is right what is wrong,what we should do what we should not but we all behave irrationally.But its scary how we have to come to terms with the irrationality displayed in every aspects of our life...some we still do not quite accept them yet but some we have embraced it with excitement,joy and anticipation and we celebrate their existence.One of it is love.What makes it so fascinating and sought after by people is that it is irrational.The downside that comes with it is that you have to accept that they are in love.You can do nothing to change that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-5621618381125905157?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-2829177077043316941</id><published>2007-12-26T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T16:01:31.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of 2007 and a big revelation</title><content type='html'>Christmas feasting does live up to its name.My stomach skin was so stretched and i am so accumstomed to that bloated and stuffed feeling i would feel weird if i dont feel totally filled up with food all the way up to my nostrils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007's coming to an end!It was hardly a good year for me.&lt;br /&gt;I hopes it all paranoia.&lt;br /&gt;Watched the Notebook on a whim.It was like A Moment to Remember(the sappy romantic korean movie n my favourite movie of all time) except that it was probably that korean movie that took a leaf out of The Notebook's plot.The irony was that i watched A Moment to Remember first but both are really good.The love the two leads shown in that movie was so intense it made me so hopeful for love.If i had that kind of magnificent love once,it wouldnt be that bad even if it didnt last.So is marriage really necessary?Does love really last beyond decades?What is the point if a vow is made yet love just fades and there is really no one to blame?Who do we look for for an answer then?Is love for someone really some chemical reaction of the brain that logic cant comprehend?Then do we really have no choice but to accept that people fall in and out of love "just like that"?It is so unfathomable yet magical.But i hope to unravel its mystery one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going to nicholas's hse later for a specially prepared dinner by the man himself! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-2829177077043316941?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-509502674522318440</id><published>2007-10-23T09:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T10:03:40.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What the hell i had a long longgggg post that i wanted to publish but Internet Explorer screwed up.So in short,i just want to say i miss my dear friends alot alot.Ytd night met up with Kelly,Alison,Darrell and Irene for dinner.Although it was a short time,i felt so happy to see us all finally reunited together.So i shall try to organise more outings despite the fact that i was getting increasingly frustrated with having to beg ppl to reply but they rarely reciprocated and having to rmb everybody's schedule for like at least 2 weeks so as to fix the day.All the effort was worth it when we finally got to catch up. :D IM a happy happy girl ytd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Kelly knows my pri sch crush!That is so ohmygod.I was practically screaming hysterically when i found out abt it.I think its the same mole that link both of us tgt.hahaha Only friends could lift my spirit up so high.I missed kaipot so much after a long phonecall with her on saturday night.AHHH I want more of it please! :D I ended the phonecall with a warm feeling in my heart and a big smile plastered over my face.Im glad it was a happy phonecall at the end. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OFF to school now!My nephew woke me up today by hitting the bed repeatedly and told me:"Lazybones,quick wake up!!" The exact same words!Isnt he so cute?:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-509502674522318440?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/509502674522318440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=509502674522318440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/509502674522318440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/509502674522318440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-hell-i-had-long-longgggg-post-that.html' title=''/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-2387716920281726432</id><published>2007-09-18T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T12:59:23.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17th Sept!Shout out to me how many more days to 22th!</title><content type='html'>One wedding down!I just attended my cousin's wedding at Rasa Sentosa over the wkend.Stayed over at the hotel after the wedding so it was like my whole wkend was exhuasted on the wedding.No time to study and i had work yesterday which was monday and today im gg out n probably gonna get home quite late!BAM!I have lessons tmr and i havent finish my sociology reading and assignment!But im still right here typing about my screwed up life leisurely.What an irony huh.hahaha Through this wedding,i have realised how manipulative my aunts and grandmother can be.They can be very stubborn old fo*eys.haha I feel mean for typing the whole word out.But anw...They insisted that my family stay overnight in the hotel with them but we r really not very keen because its not as if 1)its very inconvenient for us to go back home late at night since my sister has a car, 2)the hotel rooms are like palace rooms.Moreover,if we stay,we have to share the room with my grandmother and aunt because we insisted that theres no such need to book another room at the hotel.Despite not booking the room(so we can escape staying there despite their incessant nagging that we should),they still INSIST that we stay there.Its like even as my mum  and dad proclaim that 6 people cant possibly squeeze into 1 room and its ridiculous,my aunts still demand that my sister and i stay back.Hai..what to do?The sister duo who is so adored by millions.HAHA.Since they are so determined and stubborn,my sister and i have no choice but to accept their offer with a sign of resignation in our hearts and voices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end,i was assigned to this small corner with an extra SMALL makeshift bed(because my sister,as usual,bullied me to taking it w/o offering me any choice by telling me when i came out of the bathroom.."There,thats ur bed.haha") and a very thin piece of cloth as a blanket.I was freezing throughout the night because I always sleep with a blanket and a rather thick one at that even if the weather is not chilly at all and it happened to be raining throughout the night of Saturday.I woke up feeling rather tortured and pathetic and i never felt more desperate for a scalding hot cup of tea.You know the feeling like for eg( at genting) when even a sclading hot bath is so shiok?hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyhow,there wasnt really anything exciting about the wedding.haha Perhaps because i wasnt really close to this cousin of mine(i was never close to any cousins from my father's side),I probably didnt even have a real conversation with him when i see him like at most twice a year(once during cny and once during either of my grandparents' b day).It would be considered good if i even talk to him at all but it isnt really talking since our "conversation" involve ard "Could you pass me this thing?","Oh yes im fine im studying in PJC/SIM now","Oh yes im 18 gg on 19 years old this year","Oh yes,time flies and no i dont think i look really different from before." And normally "conversation" ends ard there.But the whole "conversation" would repeat itself again the next time he see me.haha so thats the gist of it.We really are not close to each other.But to me,the most heartwarming part of the wedding was probably when one of his bestman and is also his best friend of 26 years went up the stage to tell a little story about their friendship and how the bride and groom knew each other.Coincidentally,the best friend of 26 years was the matchmaker!:D So sweet isnt it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd most exciting part of the night was probably how my nephew tried to traumatise this uncle whos the husband of my aunt.This particular uncle is extremely anti-social and he didnt even try to make any conversation with anybody except my aunt during family gatherings.That is how anti-social he is.He is permanently in a stoned-stern face and you wouldnt want to talk to him because if you ever get into this 1m radar he set for himself,he would actually kill you with his piercing eyes.And yes,he really just sit like a statue in a corner far away from the crowd for most gatherings.Unless hes forced to sit at the table with us during meals.haha So being extremely anti-social,he refused to share coke with other people even as the coke is poured from this jug that the waiter/waitress is carrying around.Yes,hes the typical person who,as a kid, wont share toys with others much less go to the playground because he will want a playground of his own and will not tolerate if other people shares it/used it before him.So he went to get his own jug of coke from the waiters in the end( that is like such an anti-social act right).Oh another eg of his anti-socialness was when my sister,me,my aunt and this a-s uncle went for a dinner at this rather nice restaurant and we were seating at this rather large square table.My sister and the uncle ordered the same dish while me and my aunt ordered different main courses as them.So my aunt wanted to try some of the main course my sister and a-s uncle ordered.But instead of getting some from her OWN HUSBAND's plate,when hes just seated next to her,she actually RATHER stood up and stretched her body to get some from my sister's plate,because my sister is seated opposite her.The thing is my aunt actually rather go t the trouble of standing up to get from my sister than from her own husband!How funny is that!Hes probably that a-s and scary that my aunt dont even dare to share with him.hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway,my a-s uncle hate kids and its funny to see how his face froze whenever my nephew got near him.My nephew being very naughty is actually rather demanding at times but we really never cared much about what he said because hes a kid.He would say things like eg"Ah yi,go get my toy for me." in a demanding tone and most of the time i would probably tell him off and not get this toy but i would never get OFFENDED/ANGRY because hes just a kid right!But apparently,my a-s uncle got very angry with him when my nephew shouted good-naturedly at him:"Sit down!" repeatedly when my a-s uncle stood up when everyone else were sitting down(Actually im nt sure why is he performing such an a-s act too).So naturally,everybody laughed at how demanding my nehphew is but amidst the laughter,my uncle said in a very offended tone and stared right through my nephew telling him:"How amusing." with his deadpan voice.Man,this guy cant take a joke man.If i ever leave my nephew in his care,i think he would probably throw my nephew down my block and come running to us saying my nephew jump down from the window himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operation We Dare gonna come true in approximately 4 hours time!Excitement is killing me!hahaha Im so gonna win this and enjoy the awesome dinner later!wahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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22th!'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-4513281387284924512</id><published>2007-09-02T11:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T15:08:40.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I try to get a fulfiling life!Im trying!</title><content type='html'>I felt as if I had a long day already!Its only 11.20am now and I have been up for hours already.haha It actually feels gd to go walk in the park in the early morning and breathe in the freshest air u can get and enjoy all the sights while talking to my aunt.Im feeling energetic and chirpy now!I think i must really make this a regular thing.I felt bad today too.I felt as if I have never really talked to her like getting to know her better beyond the superficial things people who see each other 3 times a year ask each other.Although she lives just right beside us,I think we behave almost like distant relatives who see each other only 3 times a year.I guess thats because I was so absorbed in my own world.I cant believe she adores me so much yet I never really made the effort to spend more time with her...there must always be the fear of us losing someone close to us that we start to take notice. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually quite enjoyed the talk during our hour long walk and I noticed alot of elderly or middle aged couples walking around the park,taking in the sights and chatting cheerily to each other.I feel so envious of the old couples especially!They still look as loving and look like they have million of things to tell each other despite staying together for more than a few decades.This made me determined to force my husband to go for regular walks with me every wkend mornings and make it our routine.hahaha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;School is good for now :)Thanks for all the concern my dear friends had shown...I really never expected you people to take notice...Not that I thought you guys werent sensitive/concerned but I was just treating this place as a ranting place and besides I dont update regularly so i thought nobody wld still read this blog.Thursdays are my happy days because at least I had Karmun,Christiana and Cheryl as company:D I already found a friend in sociology lecture so its good too although we didnt have much chance to talk alot to each other yet.And Principal of banking and finance I can join Suzanne,Stephanie's group whom are the PJ people...They have kindly invited me to join them after finding out I am alone during pbf lectures.Such nice people!:D I lovelove Econs and Maths lecture because the lecturers are so entertaining and interesting!Im starting to look forward to them!Although econs can really be a bore and i get groggy unwillingly during the 3 hr long lect,the lecturer never fail to perk classes up with his sharp-witted jokes delievered in a flat,i-dont-think-its-funny voice.Maths lecturer is this Malay/Indian guy who is overly enthusiastic and hyper and he really make sure he interacts with every students by walking all over the lecture hall and standing infront of random students to talk to them during lecture.His antics are really amusing and the way he describes things really make it sound as if boring maths formulas have a small little life of their own.Hes so cute in a cuddly big bear sort of way!hahaha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Night cycling was quite a disappointment altho i had quite high hopes for it!Sigh but its alright....guess it will just be a valuable night cycling experience because thats gonna be the first and last time im gonna go through it!It was not really physically tiring but i was really mentally tired after going thru the whole night without sleep.The only physical torturing part is probably how much my butt aches .The pain persists for days so thats why i think i shouldnt subject my butt to such trauma anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister's coming back next wkend!!!!Im gonna get her a welcome back treat!A Singaporean treat to pamper her for feeling like shit over at New York.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105454580612291762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9YZ2PBSykA/Rto35CZJXLI/AAAAAAAAACM/GJP8dXPsm_o/s320/laksa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105451814653353074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9YZ2PBSykA/Rto1YCZJXHI/AAAAAAAAABs/q8xGN1nkekM/s320/wantonmee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105454297144450178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d9YZ2PBSykA/Rto3oiZJXII/AAAAAAAAAB0/jhOeaF6inew/s320/beancurd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105454408813599890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9YZ2PBSykA/Rto3vCZJXJI/AAAAAAAAAB8/gY0T9RghIS8/s320/prawnmee2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105454507597847714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9YZ2PBSykA/Rto30yZJXKI/AAAAAAAAACE/6z-CXzLcWnM/s320/currypuff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105454645036801218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9YZ2PBSykA/Rto38yZJXMI/AAAAAAAAACU/eAKrzNcR-nk/s320/rojak.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i still dunno what to get...She sounded really upset that shes not doing well for her tests when i last heard from her...she sounded like a frantic and studious school girl when all thats on her mind is to do well for her tests.haha Thats a funny change.So one week after she gets back,im gg to attend my cousin's wedding and i havent gotten any thing to wear for his wedding!No shoes too..I got a feeling it will just be really last minute when i get it because im gonna increase the number of tuition sessions with my kid to thrice a wk from next wk onwards and I still have to work in fossil too.Im gonna have my last korean lesson next wk too..wonder whether to start with intermediate lessons..Korean is getting to me now.It was rather late to warm up to it but still in time though.I have always taken a longer time than other ppl to warm up to things i realised.haha im slow in that sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going for a walk with my Aunt in Clementi woods and West Coast Park tmr morning and accompanying her to the hospital for checkup in the afternoon.It was another case of being late than never.I hope I can still make up for it by spending more time with her now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random thought from the movie 13 going on 30 shown last night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No matter how alike people might be as they are raised under the same conditions and environment,we will still turn out different from each other,because of the choices we made.I hope the choices I made thus far will make me a better person than I am now in 10 years time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We always tend to assume things and take it as it is...why is it that we never have much doubt for ourselves?But we are always critical or doubtful of what is presented to us by others?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-4513281387284924512?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4513281387284924512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=4513281387284924512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/4513281387284924512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/4513281387284924512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-try-to-get-fulfiling-lifeim-trying.html' title='I try to get a fulfiling life!Im trying!'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-7568897878369852271</id><published>2007-08-04T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T02:27:07.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No friends at SIM</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I felt like I was left behind as everybody started out on their little perfectly constructed path.Nobody looked back.I felt cold.It was heart-chilling.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had 2 days of school last wk...It was pathetic!I felt quite upset that I have I have no friends and I made no new friends on the first day,not that i expected to.This is because my lessons are conducted in lecture style so I wont make myself go whisper into my neighbour's ears,trying to get them to talk about the nearly or more than 2 decades of life they have went thru.But break time was really sad because everybody just went for the break in groups,chatting loudly as they make their way past me,laughing hard and all looked happy.I know Im just sore :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Im enormously encouraged by the fact that the first day of school ends aft a 3 hour lecture and Im meeting Jingyi after school.I met up with her because we wanted to buy Julie's present in town before heading down to Julie's chalet tgt.She brought along Julie's nephew(who happened to be Jingyi's friend),Aik Nen, becuase hes also attending the chalet.It was like being with Kaiyin and Arthur because Jingyi is a little crazy but shes more out of control and Aik Nen is totally like Arthur!Just that Arthur is more subtle and contained.HAHA.Jing yi and Aik Nen just cant stop bitching about ppl and that is so funny seeing how bitchy Aik Nen can get.Its really like Mean Girls.We formed a group for the day with Jingyi the crazy bitch,Aik Nen the stupid bitch and me the freaked out bitch.Aik Nen was just so entertaining the whole day and actually it was just us calling him alot of stupid bitch the whole day because he really fits the bill.The group was just formed to assure him we all have our nicknames but actually we are just using the excuse to scold him stupid bitch all the time.The whole day we were just laughing madly and when we are on the train all of us got so hot because we laughed throughout the train ride from Cityhall to Pasir Ris and we just keep blaming Aik Nen for making us sweat.Jingyi and me decided we should not look at his face if we want to stop laughing and we kept making him to look away from us.hahaha Took cab home from chalet at 11plus and i ridiculously stayed up until 530am...It was me being stupid and i ended up not attending the morning lesson.It was a terrible thing to pon lesson on my 2nd day but im lucky the lesson was just revising the jc maths stuff. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day of school was better with me making 2 friends.One wld be my PJ schoolmate,a councillor and karmun's fren.I know who she is but never talked to her so i think that wld count as making a new friend.HAHA Im desperate to increase the no. of new friends i have. :( If i want to be strict,then i made only 1 friend...this sweet girl from AJC.But I didnt get to talk much to her too...But thank god Karmun's with me the whole day because the lessons are just bearable when you are with someone you are familiar with :) Met up with Kian you at NP and we had terrible dessert.I cannot believe the desserts in NP are so cheap!50cents for bowl of bubur hitam(one of my fave dessert!),ice jelly,ice kachang...but I was looking for something cold and i went to order a bowl of Mango Sago which is $1.20 and i didnt even finish it because it resembled a bowl of vomit after a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed my sister so much!I hope she can come back soon...I need someone to talk to at home.My Mum is completely weird because when i want to talk to her and seriously want to know how she is feeling for the day,she just give short,useless answers in a irritated tone.Like for example,I would ask her:"So what did u do today and how was taking care of Ryan(my nephew)? because that qns would probably lead me to asking her so how is she feeling for the day and just basically converse with her.But she actually ruin my plan and just answer me in a curt tone:"OK lo." I probed further i would get another:"Dunno.","Ya.","No." =_=" I hate people dealing me the conversational killers because unless i made you angry or u really hate me from the start,i dont expect that from u. :( That would really upset my mood because i felt so rejected.haha That is why I think i should start training to talk to myself to deal with such situations when things would get awkward(for eg when u make a new fren and ur new fren is actually a selfish person becuz he/she refuses to grant u more than 2 words per answer or he/she is just stubborn because they decided to stick strictly with their aim of the day and that is to keep their lips tightly pursed-lets call them the offenders)I cannot understand why some people can just blabber on and on about themselves and just break the ice(in a sort of way) because at least there wld be no silence,the offenders would be kept entertained,the brave would not experience a sense of failure as they felt that they have conquered the offenders and are able to make a conversation with them(sort of) and that is a feat in itself!Because I was never one of those who emerged victorious.I shall start practising with myself how I can keep myself entertained and talk to myself for as long as possible because thats really a skill everyone should equip themselves with!Oh and back to my mum...she is so ridiculous because there are times when i would prefer to have some quiet time of my own or I do not feel like/cannot talk,she would pressed me for answers with all sorts of questions from what i ate today,what she should cook tmr,what are my grandparents and auntie doing next door(they live opposite us but i would know as much as her because both me n my mum are in our own hse and we are sitting next to each other watching tv--i wonder why she thinks i wld know the ans) to really ridiculous qns like what is my fren's sis's occupation or basically an extensive survey of my frens including their families.Just now,this auntie came and delivered cartons of stuff that my sisters ordered and was verifying with me the amout of cartons so as i was talking to the auntie,my mum casually asked me who is it and i answered her somebody delivering something here but because i was talking to the auntie i didnt elaborate and just kept my answer short.Apparently my mum didnt understand why is there a need for me to talk to strangers for more than 5 seconds or my mum was just too curious,she asked what is the person sending us? in her loud booming voice once n i ignored her because i think i can always tell her that aft i finish the conversation which spans probably at most a minute.But my mum is so impatient she pressed me for an answer by repeating herself thrice and as she continue asking the same qns,her volume increases exponentially each time.So it ended with my mum screaming her lungs out and it got to the pt the conversation cldnt continue btw me n the auntie because my mum is such a nuisance,both the auntie and me were so distracted, our voices actually drowned and we cldnt hear each other.I secretly think she actually does all this to irritate me and see my baffled/agitated face and she actually go back to her room and laughed out loud into her pillow about it.So you see my mum is really just a very mischievious old woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im determined to join some cca in SIM and get myself as active as possible because i totally cannot stand being a loner :( JANET U LOSER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-7568897878369852271?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7568897878369852271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=7568897878369852271' 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9YZ2PBSykA/RqooaSO88ZI/AAAAAAAAABc/cEFUgOOeHzs/s1600-h/haji+lane.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although I had this whole week off from work...i know its nv going to be enough!I may wish that i have more days but i know if im given more days than what im having now,it would eventually turn boring.haha I realise I lack so much pictures that will leave evidence of the many memorable/exciting/plain boring days in my life!I need a digital camera of my own!sob sob:( And that will add on to the list of "WANTED" items right above Nokia N76!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091016700111679826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d9YZ2PBSykA/RqbstyO88VI/AAAAAAAAAA8/uZzIthgZVbE/s320/n76(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090986008275382578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9YZ2PBSykA/RqbQzSO88TI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Znp42OQRuH8/s320/Photo-0707.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090992480791097666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9YZ2PBSykA/RqbWsCO88UI/AAAAAAAAAA0/sDEBtpNp4wo/s320/Photo-0659.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spend a totally cool day on TUESDAY.It was a food hunt day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alison,Kelly and I went to Maxwell Food Centre for lunch at ard 11plus(we r totally kiasu) when we thought they would be no crowd at all.And erm we didnt walk into the food centre because we were nearby....we woke up early(so as to reach there before the working crowd do) and we travelled all the way there.For what?To enjoy the gastronomical surprises that were enticing us for SO LONG!Ok back to what i was saying...when i thought we were really kiasu already...we actually saw queues forming at different stalls already.Of course those stalls are those really popular ones but i dont know how those working people made their way out of office before lunch hour ,those cheeky old people.Kelly and Alison had Hainanese Chicken Rice which had such a long queue I was dying(of the internal struggle inside me whether to start eating 1st) when i was waiting for them at the table after i had bought my food.haha So when they came back in what seems like an hr's time(ok that is exaggerated but i think it might have been 30 minutes long?),we just gobbled all the heavenly treats down our throats.The black pepper char siew rice i got(despite already turned cold) is really good!It is unique isnt it and i like the combi because i like my food spicy.The auntie gave a very stingy serving of char siew but im not complaining because we r saving our stomach for more gd fd!haha I bought 3 pandan pancakes and 1 cup of Horlicks Soy Milk(so cute) after that.Why didnt we have such innovative food/drinks over at MY hawker centre!?) before we moved on to Amoy Food Centre to meet Irene.Over at Amoy,we had such a "eye-opening experience".I always thought when local tv programmes depict Singaporeans as kiasu and inconsiderate people who actually "chop" seats with tissue packets,I thought it was an exaggerated version because to me it seems like an auntie-ish act and only the elderly people does it.However,I witnessed for myself how this portrayal of Singaporean is oh-so-true at Amoy Food Centre.They have tissue packets,newspaper,lanyard,small handbag placed strategically on seats giving them a foreboding presence.haha!Alison and I went to queue for Sg Kueh after waiting for some time for tissue packet-less seats and the auntie keep persuading us to get more now before 8th of August because she predicted that the queue infront of the store will be so much longer aft 8th of August, when this prog hosted by Bryan Wong features the store and recommends Singaporean to check out their store.We bought their ondeh ondeh(both normal and durian one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and im sad to say that their ondeh ondeh tastes different(from the ones my sister got for my family)!:( Surprisingly,the durian one is so good and it easily outshines the normal ondeh ondeh.Their ondeh ondeh looks smaller and the skin is thicker now plus it has lesser filling.The one my sister got for us to try was abit bigger,with a thin skin and lots of filling(so much so that when u take a bite,the juice inside actually squirts out and that feeling is so !!!!) but it was from exactly the same store.Perhaps the fame got to their head and they just put lesser effort in their ondeh ondeh now :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091925145824326018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9YZ2PBSykA/Rqom8SO88YI/AAAAAAAAABU/_plykV8KcmE/s320/unhappy+meal.gif" border="0" /&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;                     We made our way down to Bugis because we wanted to visit &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haji Lane&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091928139416531362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9YZ2PBSykA/RqopqiO88aI/AAAAAAAAABk/xAzuk1buXKI/s320/hajilane3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;But Irene left us after she got her tops at Dorothy Perkins..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps not all the stores at Haji Lane were opened when we went(at ard 4pm), but we didnt a wide variety of nice threads over there.I have to admit they do have really unusual and unique pieces on sales and some are really pricey too.The thing that blow me off is how pretty all the shops are!The all have varying degrees of vintage feel and they have very creative and amazing ideas in their decoration of the shop.Its really evident the shop owners put so much thought into dressing the shophouses up,turning it from dingy to chic.I was so overwhelmed with excitement when we decided to check out this shop which looked really chic from the outside.When we are nearing the shopfront,the shiny door actually slides open with this buzzing sound.It was totally unexpected because we were just figuring whether to push the door open n there it goes, it just admits us inside as the door slides open for us.Just like the sci-fi movies when the (high shine)automated doors just slides open effortlessly!Its so mighty cool!Im sorry for the lack of descriptive terms haha.Needless to say,judging by the sliding door and the black and gold dominated shopfront,we were not surprised the shop is owned by guys and has guys' apparel for sale.I love the design of the shop so much I will make sure I have this sliding doors in my future house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were just slacking in town before tuition starts at 8pm for both Kelly and me.I was feeling reluctant and scared because i know it will be so boring and the kid might be naughty so i may have a hard time during the long and tedious 2 hours session.It was the first lesson with the kid yesterday so i was really expecting it to be quite bad because i have heard from friends how irritating and naughty kids can be so im just dragging myself to the house,with the thought of good money keeping me rational.To my surprise,the kid is really nice!In fact,hes not really a kid anymore since he came from China so hes 16 years old this yr.But i didnt expect myself to be teaching Physics and Geography(horrors!) instead since I was told by the agency that im SUPPOSED to be teaching English ONLY.However,it turned out that the guy needs help in Physics and Geography before his exam in October first because his english is so bad he didnt understand what the teaching was talking about during Physics and Geography lesson.I was in for a shock because both physics and geography are not my strong subjects.AT ALL.Besides,i have to explain to him terms like elements,compounds,population growth rate in Chinese and im really at a loss for words.So much so that he has to whip out his hand held translator to translate what i was explaining to him.Haha But it was okay because hes actually more like a friend so we actually laugh about how I cannot find the right Chinese term to explain what im saying and i actually learned from him that tie means Iron instead of metals generally.Metals in Chinese is jing shu and i kept saying tie which made him quite confused.haha I will be teaching him twice a wk from next week onwards but i guess it wont be such a dread anymore:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;We often forget or belittle what people had done for us and never stop asking more from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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;div&gt;Supposed to meet up Jiam today before our Korean lesson but it was cancelled so im spending some precious time with my Mum and Dad today!I may try to do some baking if time allows!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-3447112859639528774?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3447112859639528774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=3447112859639528774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/3447112859639528774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/3447112859639528774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2007/07/haji-lane.html' title='HAJI LANE!'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d9YZ2PBSykA/RqbstyO88VI/AAAAAAAAAA8/uZzIthgZVbE/s72-c/n76(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-8129282264267863017</id><published>2007-07-19T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T01:59:21.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Desserts and pastries!(unrelated title)</title><content type='html'>Im going to leave Fossil at the end of this week..but not really like leaving for gd since i will be going back to help out once in a while.I doubt its gonna b often though since there are other part-timers too and we are all gonna fight over the wkend slots.haha Probably will only get to work at most 2 wkends a month?And probably the occasional wkdays when i dont have lessons.I so gonna miss my eye candy!Haha I will miss the laughters and fun i had in Fossil too...Although there are really hypocritical people in the office and it gets on my nerves the tricks that they have up their sleeves to try to sour the relationship between the dynamic team we have in the service centre,I think I feel so lucky to get a chance to work there!This working experience also taught me and made me realised how tough it would get in the future when im thrown out to the working world and im really afraid i will be involved in this office politics.Oh wells whats life without abit of action,badasses and tears to spice up our lives?haha I really sound optimistic ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had third korean lesson today and im so wowed by this ang moh who just joined us today.He speaks completely fluent Mandarin and if i just listen to what he said without looking at him,i wouldnt have suspected hes an ang moh!I would really have thought hes a Chinese.He speaks perfect Mandarin and is so much better than many Chinese!Apparently,he knows French too.So hes effectively trilingual.And hes trying to learn Korean now and hes a really fast learner!Like he chup into our 3rd lesson,but he already can catch up on all those that he missed.    -According to Jiamin- Hes so !!!!! hahaha My korean teacher is so cute too.Today,she opened the classroom door and stuck a door stopper at the base of the door to let us out for toilet break.Then when toilet break is over,she attempts to wrench the door free(without realising that she actually placed a door stopper there) and i think she was talking to other students as she was trying very hard to get the door to move so she didnt actually bother to wonder why isnt the door budging.So she tried and tried and voila!She finally got the door to move but not without leaving a hole at the base of the door.HAHA She actually wrench the door through the door stopper so effectively she just force the door through the barrier the door stopper was providing and it left a hole at the base of the door!The door looked so pathetic!HAHA its unbelievable how the door stopper actually failed in its duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had foursome reunion on Monday.It was a happyhappy day!Had pepperlunch and later on secret recipe.It was a short dinner date but there were lots of laughing,shrieking and cackling(in karmun's case)as a particular foursome members like to disgrace herself and the grp.HAHA We are meeting up soon for Daddy Lee's birthday celebration!I cant wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did volunteering for this KDF public forum on Saturday with Kaiyin and her classmates..We are so gonna get all the gd karma for carrying cartons of mineral water ard suntec city!FYI,its 12kg per carton.Thats like more than 1/4 of our weight!But apparently,other girls dont seem keen on doing manual work so nobody wanted to volunteer and just kept quiet when one of the KDF employee asked who could help.Kaiyin and me kept quiet because we were already assigned something else to do but seeing that nobody actually bothered to respond to the poor lady asking i just volunteered both of our help.It was a joke seeing the both of us struggle with the cartons of mineral water i think.Because i was laughing at myself for being so weak and whining as i walked ard suntec city with the cartons.BUT it was REALLY HEAVY!We kept hoping that some kind guy shopping ard suntec city would pity us and offer to help us carry it but apparently,all the gentlemen and kind men in singapore either do not visit suntec city in the morning or they are all busy saving lives in Africa.However,im really guilty we are whining so much because the guys were carrying the cartons way before we arrived and some even had 2 cartons in their arms at one time!So its quite sad that we werent of much help.Guess its going to be the last time I will get to see Kaiyin until Nov?Work hard Kaiyin!The good karma will work its magic on u when you are studying!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so miss my sister shes gonna b away for 2 whole months.I had a 23 minutes talk with her outside my shop yesterday and it was so good.haha She said she felt quite left out initially because she cldnt get to click with the ppl there since shes the only Singaporean and the other people were employees from her company but of different branch in other countries.But she said there was a new batch of people who just arrived and they are much more friendlier so she felt happier.haha She advised me alot too and she inspired me so much that day just thru that phonecall!She said all the other Asians who joined her in the job trg are all fresh graduates and they have really impressive resumes that blew my sister away so much.She was so impressed and felt so little beside them despite my sister having much more experience than them.I have always thought my sister was very academically inclined and apparently those fresh graduates redined academically inclined in my dictionary.At the age of 22,they have been to 1 or 2 countries to expose themselves and obtained their degree with first honours and gotten distinguished prizes/awards/achievements in their respective courses.Besides that,all of them are at least effectively trilingual.They seem to have gotten themselves in those prestigious and holy-moly clubs like blah blah Maths Club where you need to come up with a theory in order to gain membership(according to my sister).Those people are insane.But knowing my sister,i think she will do as well as them during the trg:)YEAH!hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyecandy got an ugly haircut!He look quite upset with it too i feel sad for him too...haha hes officially not my eyecandy now.What a realistic asshole I am.HAHA.Nah i think he still looks quite cute minus his helmet hair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-8129282264267863017?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8129282264267863017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=8129282264267863017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/8129282264267863017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/8129282264267863017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2007/07/love-desserts-and-pastriesunrelated.html' title='Love Desserts and pastries!(unrelated title)'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-3690316907636969668</id><published>2007-07-01T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T01:24:18.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everybody...lets mourn together with me ,the departure of someone special..Someone i held close to my heart.MY CLUB21 CUTE GUY!!!This news has to come when im having my off day....My supervisor told me she saw the staff clearing all the clothes off the rack and packing them up.I cant even see him for the last time! :( Altho I  saw alot of him ytd ;) but its NEVER enough!:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You always wanted to win.Alright you win.Im tired of this already.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 must be a bad year for my family and relatives...First my aunt who has to go thru that terrible operation and the chemo afterwards, then my poor nephew who had such a high fever my heart aches for him when i see his little fragile body lying on the big and hard hospital bed.And just now i received news that my auntie's back hurt so much she cant even move so she got admitted into the NUH just now.I hope the hospital visits will just end at my auntie's turn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-3690316907636969668?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-2366978539235265381</id><published>2007-06-29T23:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T00:52:37.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When problems come crashing,i just keep thinking about it until my head gets so jammed and I felt like nothing's gonna work out...I go to sleep.And gd for me it works because i never seem to remember it the next morning.But of course,some problems just keep coming back soon after.Prob in the afternoon.Alrights thats a really great problem-solver in the making because i just sleep it off=_=" Now i know why i dont get upset for long.Because i actually forget abt it!People can whine on for days and mention it every now and then what aggrieved them but I think i just kind of got sick about mentioning upsetting things.Sleeping it off=Becoming optimistic?=Running away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday this week is gonna be a ffffamily day!Its been so so so long that my mum and I go shopping together.By shopping, it probably would just be going Giant at IMM,Cold Storage at Jelita,Sheng Shiong at my hse because those are  the only places my mum would be interested to visit.But still,shopping with mum would be fun because its been a long time i went somewhere with her.Just the 2 of us:D We'll be having a cosy dinner together with dad too i hope!If hes not gg anywhere else,we can go and have salad prawn and chilli crab with deep fried man tou!Goodness im so craving for that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korean lessons starting next wk!Oh finally oh!And i havent got to getting anywhere near registering for swimming lessons.That would make me more probable to dying as compared to about 80% of the population.Besides all the possibilities of causes of death:accidents,chronic illnesses,cancer,murders,Alzheimer's,.......I still have drowning on my list.Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today,a really bad person came to the service centre(ok that just sounded like a pri 2 kid in a compo).I was so angry with her im so sure i havent been angry for a long long time.Because i have never felt so angry that my heart was racing fast.(I mean it races all the time when i see the cute guy HAHA but never does my heart race stem from anger)She came in with a watch that needs servicing but servicing would cost 90 bucks.There isnt a date stamp on her warranty so warranty is actually deemed invalid(Take note of this guys!Always make sure vendor stamps ur warranty!)She CLAIMED that it was a gift so she has no receipt and it was given to her less than 2 yrs ago.So that would make her valid for warranty since warranty covers the watch for 2 years and thus she would not have to pay for the warranty.But I told her she would have to pay because the warranty is invalid.If she would argue her case in a polite and endearing(by endearing i just meant normal because shes a troll) way,I would probably be able to waive the servicing fee off and just give her the benefit of the doubt.But the problem is,all the time while i was really patient and polite with her,i swear i am!,shes was talking to me in a extremely pissed,nasty and stuck up manner.Im always a firm believer in the "If I respect people, I expect people to respect me too." , "You treat people the way you want them to treat you." thing.So I was getting shit when im not giving her any.I continued talking to her nicely because at the service centre,I am actually trained(unwillingly) to believe and make the customers themselves believe that customers are always right.As she gave me shit,I have to smile at her and explain to her patiently time and again her warranty is invalid.And she actually question me:"So are u saying its my fault that i dont have the stamp?" ,"So is it my fault?" ,"My friend is in overseas now so i cant get the receipt from him so is it my fault?".If im her friend,I would slap her head and tell her to get a life.Seriously.That was what i was thinking as she pressed me for an answer to her above qns.Ya like what am i supp to say."No Mam,its my bloody fault that you dont have a date stamp, its my bloody fault that ur watch spoil and its my bloody fault that you are such a rude and twisted person who get high on kicking random cats on the streets.I apologise for all of the above."Great.Get all defensive babe.I bet ur watch is past 2 years warranty and you just dont have the money to service it thats why you are getting so uptight and you are just trying to fight a hole out.But im over that now because im just getting quite sick of such people at the service centre.They complain their whole life and blame people for stuff they did.Get a life man or at least get some help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im tired now... of repeating the stupid incident again so i shall go tuck myself in bed and wake up to a beautiful morning with scones,eggtart and cornflakes for breakfast!YUM! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-2366978539235265381?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2366978539235265381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=2366978539235265381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/2366978539235265381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/2366978539235265381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2007/06/when-problems-come-crashingi-just-keep.html' title=''/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-3174174972664599474</id><published>2007-06-05T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T03:10:24.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just finished talking to jiamin on the phone for like almost 2 and a half hours and we didnt realise it was 2am when we hung up.hahaha we were like gushing madly about our own crushes and its soo funny how jiamin has such conflicting emotions when she pretends that she will think that guy is not worth thinking about and prob 30 seconds later she will wonder why he didnt reply her msg.SIGH.Girls are such unfathomable creatures.Yes me included.hahaha We were saying why people would feel so tortured by matters of the heart(particularly romantic relationships) and we concluded that because everybody just emphasized so much about it!Why dont we get ourselves all upset and melancholy when we realise we actually dont really click as much with our parents as when we were kids?(But we actually can get so depressed over the souring of a romantic relationship)Now that we are all grown up and not talking as much to our parents,we dont seem to be brooding over it all day and losing sleep and appetite over it.Its our choice afterall isnt it.We dont seem to be as upset when we quarrell with our siblings as compared to when we have a fight with spouses or partners right.We just chose to make romantic relationships a core in our lives so much so that our lives seem to evolve around it.Its quite sad why the relationship between parents and siblings and you doesnt make up a large part of your life as much as romantic relationships generally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been having much fun during work these days.Did i say it before?haha But im gonna say it again that im SOO glad i left my previous job waitressing at the cafe.At least i felt that im learning useful stuff at my current job as compared to the waitressing job.At least i learn much more about people, ugly office politics and the ugly people behind them and how to handle people!I felt that everyone has something i can learn from because there are really all sorts of people out there.From all kinds of educational backgrd and environment we were exposed to,we can have such contrasting views on subjects and yet everyone makes sense with their point of view.Its so puzzling and interesting at the same time.So I realise....make more friends, people!hahaha It will go you good anyhow.But the cafe's supervisor seemed to be quite upset with me as he thinks that i have pung sehed him.I told him since february that i will be leaving and i actually stayed all the way through march because hes really very nice to me so i wanted to stay abit longer to help him through as he said its difficult to find a part timer to replace me. I thought he would understand that i cant be working for him for long and i will have to leave someday and i had already given him prior notice for like a whole month at least.Apparently,he felt very disappointed with me when i cant help him out on days that he wanted me to(after i quit and am working at fossil already).What does he expect?That i will still return and help him anytime he wants?I thought its quite clear that i quit already so he should know that he should not bank on me to help him out often anymore.But he doesnt get the idea and gets upset with me.I was really convinced hes a really nice and understanding guy so i thought he will just let me go when i wanted to.However,the last week i was in earshot,he kept persuading me to stay and he doesnt seem to listen to my reason about how im not happy there so whats the pt of making myself miserable?Look whos selfish and cares more about covering his ass instead of whether his worker is happy and satisfied working there.Ya..i think i still considered him as a friend because he really treated me quite well when i was working there and thats probably why i am upset over this matter too.To think i was really protective of him when jiamin was like against him last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being totally random,have you wondered whether your mum or dad might be considered by their friends as a backstabber,hyprocrite or even is a hated person among their colleagues and might actually have no real friends at all?I mean all those disgusting people might actually meet other disgusting people and have kids right?I mean your mum and dad will be really sweet and nice to you but you never know what they might do to other people right.Its such a scary thought because theres this gross manager at my workplace whos a mother of 2 and shes such a hyprocrite who bully her employees and suck up to her superior while sabotaging relationships and sow discord along the way among other evil stuff she does.Bad people do have their retribution because she doesnt have friends AT ALL and i find that very sad.But thats not the pt!The pt is shes a mother of 2!I really hope she has that last bit of kindness in her and not taint her kids' pure and innocent hearts with any evil thoughts.Its really not their fault to be her children so its really sad the environment you are born into determines what kind of person you will be and it will affect you so much when you grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so liberated(sort of).Its not that i was always feel grumpy or were totally depressed when i was working at the cafe but its just that somehow the job sucks life out of me since i work 12 hours shift at the cafe ALONE quite often.Its like alot of postive energy was sucked away in that job.I didnt felt like i am a happy girl everyday but im glad to say i feel like a happy girl everyday now,just like in school,because now i cherish this job which brought me many reasons to be happy :)Irate customers wont upset my day because they will only make me face the normal customers with a wider smile :D I will not mind what kind of attitude the unreasonable customers give me because only then i will realise there are customers out there who are totally understanding of our job and makes me hopeful with each customer i serve because i know there will surely be one who will smile back at me too.Greet everyday,everyone,everything in your life with a smile and it will make you feel that life is much more beautiful :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-3174174972664599474?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3174174972664599474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=3174174972664599474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/3174174972664599474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/3174174972664599474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2007/06/just-finished-talking-to-jiamin-on.html' title=''/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-5759077216507189458</id><published>2007-05-29T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T02:22:10.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long hair gone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9YZ2PBSykA/RlsXvDn0T3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/syVXYqw1o0E/s1600-h/P5280662.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cut my hair today.Cut it short.Like above shoulders.After prob nearly a year of trying to grow my hair long,i cut it short again.I always had short hair for 18 years and i actually revert back to my default hairstyle only persevering for less than a year.What a dumbass i am.I guess long hair is just not destined to be with me. :( And i had bangs this time rd too.GOSH.I quite like my bangs tho i know there will surely be people who thinks i cut my hair with a bowl.ARGH!Just thinking about the look of those people laughing upsets me now.hahahaha I look like xiao wan zi!That japanese comic character whos a scary(to me she is) schoolgirl with red hat,bag and uniform if im not wrong.Thats toot in another sense.haha Went to shunji matsuo and i actually think the hairstylist my supervisor recommended me to is really not bad.Just have my over-thinned hair to blame for my hairstyle.I actually like the idea the hairstylist want for my hair but apparently the guy at far east plaza went abit too much with layering my hair that its now so wispy its difficult to make a good hairstyle out of it.Im going to boycott him already(altho i used to think hes charming and cool).hahaha I have grown out of that phase already man.So my hair now is kind of like me permanently wearing a wig.ITS NOT FUNNY OK. :(Had treatment at the salon too.Think it made some difference.. i have no freaky frizzy hair now(yay!) and it actually LOOKS smooth.For now la haha maybe tmr's a different story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went sakae sushi with jiam aft that salon visit.Had buffet and we roamed ard looking for her pants.Oh and i bought a newsboy cap on the way since i think i will be needing it alot till my hair grows long.haha We ended up at Acid bar at ard 8plus and we stayed till 11.Fine place to chill out and listen to great music.Another well spent off-day:D...and we are going to take up korean lessons tgt!Initially i wasnt really keen abt it but come to think of it..its exciting in a way since we will def get to know more about their culture thru learning their language too.Its a great way to gain deeper understanding of other cultures so y not!hahaha And anyway i have all the time in the world now i might as well really DO SOMETHING.Oh! and i wanna sew my own clothes too.As in design and make them myself.hahaha I shall wear them out if i succeed and i will nv talk abt it anymore if i fail.So DONT quiz me about it if i nv mention it anymore.haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Picture of us at Acid Bar:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069674071687712642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9YZ2PBSykA/RlsZtTn0T4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/iQpLqq1ZprM/s320/acidbar1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes i noticed that everyone can actually see for themselves the horror of the wig on janet.haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOODNESS ITS NEARLY 230AM!IM MEETING JIAM FOR BREAKFAST AT 930.THAT LEAVES ME WITH LESS THAN 7 HRS SLP!OK THATS IT!WILL BE BACK WITH MORE POSTS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-5759077216507189458?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5759077216507189458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=5759077216507189458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/5759077216507189458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/5759077216507189458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2007/05/long-hair-gone.html' title='Long hair gone.'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9YZ2PBSykA/RlsZtTn0T4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/iQpLqq1ZprM/s72-c/acidbar1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-631061964407968503</id><published>2007-05-27T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T02:05:32.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiring but satisfying saturday.</title><content type='html'>Its been a long long time i spend my entire day so meaningfully for a long while.haha It was a satisfying saturday for me!Because we had the Blacks Fun Touch Competition.Im pleased to say we got bowls champ! :D!SO HAPPY!I mean we are all old fogeys who havent been exercising for like months(seriously) and only got tgt to train for 2 days and we can achieve that!Not bad u know.We really got chemistry during our saturday game.Everyone was superb.There was a moment when i felt quite upset that my ball catching and passing(and my reaction time is longer now) sucks now compared to the past.Look how long it took to abandon me!Only 6 bloody months!These heartless things.But we perserved through the fatigue and pressed on with our aching bodies to finish playing 8 games in a day!Thats quite a feat in itself already i think.hahaha considering we are senior citizens.Went dinnering with ching,ade,meiyi and shumei.And shopping at town later on.But all of us were so tired out we were just pretty much zonked out.Sorry Ching!Oh shumei's such a sweet junior.She actually troubled herself so much getting the boots for us travelling here and there and lugging like 4 boots at one go :D THANKYOUSHUMEI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun trg with ade,mj,meiyi,farah and shu mei.Im so glad we got something out of this.But most imptly,we gained chemistry and not to forget the laughters we had.Its was a good workout for the week:D But i was really so tired out aft the match n i actually miss that feeling.hahaha its like everytime we played so hard we will all get so tired but the thing is we played our best thats y we were drained.Im a sadistic psycho who likes torturing my body.hahaha I think we shld continuing playing tgt for leisure as a team!MEET UP OFTEN BABES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and im so bloody tanned now. :( Sucky tan lines.To think im getting fairer already.And this has to happen to me!(kneel down and looks up the sky)HAHA.OH!I must rmb to mention this!I am so angry with the tj ppl!They are so unethical!There was this match where we were defending and mj and ade r defenders.Then it happens tat ade fell down n mj was helping her out during some change over.Its like change over so the game is not like an on-going intense thing.So the tj ppl  CAN actually dun pick up the ball and start the game first since the 1 defender fell down and theres only 2 defender and 1 is helping another up on her feet.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ITS NOT AS IF THEY ARE RUNNING HALFWAY TOWARDS THE TRY LINE WHEN ADE FELL DOWN.IF THEY ARE RUNNING TOWARDS THE TRYLINE ALREADY I DUN BLAME THEM MAN.&lt;/span&gt;But i dont know what kind of moral education they received in their school...they actually NOTICED that ade fell down and took advantage that mj is helping ade up so theres effectively no defending done.And there they go...defying their conscience and try to run towards the try line,without a tinge of guilt as they ran past ade and mj.SERIOUSLY!Im so appalled by what they did and i was so pissed at the sideline.I am also very disturbed that they are actually playing touch rugby because im so upset that this sacred sport is tainted with evilness when these ppl play it too.MAN i can go on and on about how the Singapore education system fail to produce morally upright youth despite them being in GOOD(not) schools.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHATS THE POINT OF BEING SMART AND HAVE STRAIGHT AS WHEN YOU "TSK" THE OLD TREMBLING GRANNY HAVING DIFFICULTIES WALKING AND BLOCKING UR WAY AND U EVEN GIVE HER A KICK IN HER BUTT TO GET SOME LAUGHS FROM UR FRENS.&lt;/span&gt;Ok this is just an analogy but its as bad as what they did to ade and mj.Seriously.Ok thats enuff for anyone to hate them now.hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dunno why saturday was an obnoxious ppl day.Why wld ppl wan2 make other ppl's live miserable?Does it make u happy to see the people u r bullying cry and get so hurt?Im sure you are aware of how the victim is feeling yet apparently u intend to continue making life difficult for people.You dont want our help..fine.We dont really care because u know what..you dont really matter to us now.You are nothing to us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talking about evil people upsets me.Hai..oh wells.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping with karmun today at bugis:D Was quite fruitful.2 pair of jeans and a vest.Cheapcheapchurray!Anway we had manicure and pedicure at this place in bugis village.Not bad i wld say altho its my first manicure done at a shop.hahaha so dunno how to judge ya.But think i will def go back there to touch up in a mth's time.Oh and i bought 2 tops and a tunic at forever21 on friday too.haha its funny i told my supervisor i wan2 go shopping because friday is the start of gss and i can go work only at 1.Met ching at 10plus on and we combed forever21 for gd buys but there wasnt any.Disappointing.In the end the 3 items i bought were not on sale at all.I was conned into spending more at forever21 instead of picking up cheap stuff! :( I must conserve more energy n $$ to last me for the whole mth of gss.hahahaha The best is yet to come!haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off day agn tmr.Gonna have a blast!Slping now.. im exhausted like finally.haha Nights!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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saturday.'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-7207346421935085362</id><published>2007-05-20T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T21:56:12.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like an old granny.</title><content type='html'>Im an old wrinkly trembling granny.Had a so called trg session(finally a trg when we can stop when we r tired!haha) today ard petir for the upcoming blacks fun touch game.Reached at 1240 but waited till 2 plus until everybody were present and we headed off to the big field.It was an out-of-nowhere field with bangalas playing cricket at the other side of the field.It was scorching hot with no trees to provide some shade on the field. :( But trg was gd :)) quite productive in the sense that we got the chance to execute the moves we want and succeeded in doing it!;D But i felt so helpless because i cant think touch rugby anymore!I mean the moves i wan2 do dun come to me as easily as before and each time when im the one starting the ball im really hesistating and doubting what im thinking of doing.And my reaction is slower than before too.Not to mention my dear old speed.I wldnt realise how old i was until today!haha Being old is really a handicap.Got really tired from the sunblast and we finished the session at ard 4.But all in all,im so happy im playing touch agn.Altho today theres only the 6 of us(shumei,meiyi,mj,ade,farah n me),i still felt so immersed in the joy of touch rugby. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work tmr!I got this hopeless infatuation on this super cute guy working in club21 next door!Goodness.Hes so cute i swear hes heartthrob,boyband material!Ok mayb not boyband because he got so much style of his own hes not gg to conform to superficial trends.And i love love guys wearing skinny jeans(for those with skinny toned legs of course!haha) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok im gg to go prepare some snacks while i go on a 2hr couch potato session watching ugly betty and america's next top model.Ok talking abt snacks i cant stop snacking!My latest obsession:Anything to do with peanut butter.I eat like Peanut butter toasted bread like everyday for the past wk.And i m not sick of it.yet.OH!And theres Beauty and the Geek tmr night too!Its damn freaking funny i think everybody who has a tv shld watch it.oh and i just cant stop finding things to munch on its so irritating im having an emotional struggle everyday when i c all the snacks lying ard.HAHA ok i just saw that im so random i dun make sense n my sentences actually doesnt have proper links.C what 6 mths without sch has done to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways im off!Will be back with more JUICY stories.haha ok who am i kidding.Welcome to my mundane life. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-7207346421935085362?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7207346421935085362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=7207346421935085362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/7207346421935085362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/7207346421935085362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-feel-like-old-granny.html' title='I feel like an old granny.'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-1757370515921207246</id><published>2007-05-19T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T02:46:20.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New job at Fossil!</title><content type='html'>Im back finally.Goodness i guess putting blogging at the back of my mind becomes a habit unfortunately.And when i wanted to recall something that happened probably 3 weeks ago its all a blur to me now.I should really keep up with this blogging habit because im just so forgetful.It really feels rather helpless that my memory is so bad or is it my life is not that memorable for me to rmb the events and details?haha Anyways.I started on a new job at Pacific Plaza's Fossil service centre 2 weeks ago.I really enjoyed my job because at least im really using my time to do something instead of spending my whole day staring into space and finding things to do(but to no avail.Note:the espl cafe job)The people there are really nice too!Theres the super cute and bubble supervisor,the freaking-funny-but-doesnt-think-hes-funny technician uncle and the other part timers!Just that at the service centre i have to endured the attitude of many different kind of customers.So are really nice so im more than happy to serve them with a wide smile on my face.But some just walk into the shop with that "I paid u guys money so i have all the right to give u hell" thinking.And the worse thing is i have to bear with them and continue servcing them with a wide smile despite grinding my teeth.Like just how the other day this guy in airforce shouted at me demanding an explanation why his watch is not working despite sending to us to repair.Actually if i was him i wldnt be happy too and wld probably be talking with a very pissed tone too so i guess being in other ppl's shoes actually made me more empthatic towards the service industry.I actually felt working in the customer service line is really interesting and everyday is a different experience. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister turned 30 last Wednesday and i bought her a clutch from Gap.I just felt she wld like it.haha and boy i was right!:DThank god she like it.I was studying her face for any hint that she actually got horrified by what i bought for her.But she was actually all smiles and im happy too!;)(but hope she isnt pretending to be happy...a skill im quite trained in for this particular situation.haha Hey but Im REALLY happy as long as my frens rmb my b day and gave me their well wishes.The present isnt the impt part!) I bought her the Indecent Obsession cake from Big O too.The Spike D(chocolate coated durian cake is really gd too!) Glad i made her day and we had dinner together aft her's and my work at this Japanese restaurant Sun with Moon located at Wheelock Place.Looks like some fine dining place when i always walk past that restaurant but the prices are actually manageable.The grilled cod fish is really amazing.I guess all the other fishes i eat from now on will taste so insignificant to make any impression.haha Does it sound too exaggerated?But its really GOOD.I will just stick with my stand.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent bought something(except for suspenders) for this whole month i feel so might proud of myself!Ok not the whole month but at least for 20 days since 30th Mar when i realised my pay from the cafe was only pathetic 5oo bucks of which i need to give my mom money and return my sis money for the hongkong trip.So i was actually forced to stop myself from buying anything.But it wasnt such a difficult thing aftall!Probably because im quite occupied for the past month i didnt shopped much and hence didnt see anything that i really fancy.And payday is coming!This coming thursday.Kianyou and timothy:I did not forget the ben and jerry's treat.When r we meeting?We can go visit jiamin tgt!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with karmun on thursday night and it was good.Good old fren :DHad dinner at this japanese restaurant.The fried maki is interesting.Had japanese greentea and vanilla ice cream.HEAVENLY!I was so craving for it the next day at work everybody was so sick of me harping on it.hahaha I actually dread working life now that im thrown(partially) into this working society.Its so monotonous.And it seems like i wont be making real friends at my workplace(from what i observed so far) whereever it is since you dont know what kind of dodgy people there r.Its like office politics exist everywhere.I will probably cry everyday if im stuck in some office politics.haha.I mean people just need to make me upset and be mean to me and i will breakdown.And those nasty people will have the last laugh at the end of the day.Thats y I really hate to be weak and vulnerable.I thought i have toughened up after the factory experience during my sec 4 holidays but i actually cried again in the 1st week of my espl cafe job.Ya la im so weak i know!GRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at home tonight. :))) Happy happy.Long time since the family had dinner together.Im sorry let me correct myself.Long time I had dinner with the family.Its like when we are in our teenage years we are so caught up with meeting up with frens,bonding with cca mates,maintaining strong frenships and building new ones, we actually neglected our family.They may be times when the whole family happen to get together and you are the only one missing.That feeling suck.:(So im gonna spend more time with my family while i can!My mum is as cute as ever but shes still as stressed as ever taking care of my disgustingly naughty nephew.He actually has a temper(when hes only 2yr plus) and hits my mum in the face if my mum ever scold him.That is so violent and unacceptable!I actually kinda dread the idea of having kids...playing with other ppl's kids is fun...but not when u have to clean up their poo and vomit!I feel grossed out cleaning up my own already.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful sunday tmr...gotta meet meiyi,mj,ade and farah for some trg for our blacks fun touch match on saturday.YAY can play touch tmr.At least tmr we have just enuff for a small game:D&lt;br /&gt;Hope to meet up with the whole of the team soon...but everyone seem to be so busy to even make time for an outing.N yay alison,kelly,irene,darrell and i will be meeting up soon!This time rd we had better had a gd time tgt.I miss u guys... the people who listen to me rant and put up with the irritating sounds or things i do.hahaha U see no matter how busy everybody is im glad we r able to meet up! :D&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes im really trying hard but i felt u werent even trying.So what now?U r making me give up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-1757370515921207246?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1757370515921207246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=1757370515921207246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/1757370515921207246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/1757370515921207246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2007/05/new-job-at-fossil.html' title='New job at Fossil!'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-117566671997831930</id><published>2007-04-04T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T14:05:19.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think im so strange sometimes.What can make me happy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-117566671997831930?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/117566671997831930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=117566671997831930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/117566671997831930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/117566671997831930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-think-im-so-strange-sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-116983457928249036</id><published>2007-01-27T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T14:00:04.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long update</title><content type='html'>Its been so long since i got some me-time.Realised i have been thinking alot during meals that im having by myself at home or at work.I was so distracted to the extent that i could finish a whole plate of noodles that tastes bad compared to my low standards.I think its the lack of time i have for myself now that i have to invade into my meal times.Been working more now than usual as im based at earshot now so sometimes i would have to reach early and open the shop.Im not complaining since its money money money into my pocket!PAY DAY'S COMING AND IM EXTREMELY HAPPY.Im counting down!I missed home so much:( i have been getting home like at 12am everyday that i work except on tuesday when i met up with kelly,alison and darrell to have a catch up dinner before darrell gets ugly with his cleanly shaven head.haha.I rarely get to talk to anyone in the family!:( Mum look rather unhappy everyday when she scrunched up her face in anger and chided my nephew for almost every single thing he does(becuz every single thing he do is wrong and of a magnitude that requires spanking on his butt) I wish i can make her feel happier..umm but what?She dont go crazy over shoes,clothes,bag...shes not that kind of in mum..My mum is so into the mummy role that she doesnt care if she burn her fingers when she cooks and i always have to remind her how hot the metal pot is and she often handle it with her bare hands. =_=" She dont know how to take care of herself im so worried of her sometimes.Besides, she, like most other mothers,only left the best for her children,preferring to eat lesser,suffer more just so that we can enjoy the best.So i guess the best thing that will make my mum happy is a satisfactory A level results slip and im not able to produce that sadly(the mere mention of it makes me sad).Is my mum ever not gonna get happy because of the useless daughter she has? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working at earshot has been much more enjoyable this week compared to the last.Last week at earshot,i felt pissed,angry,upset,miserable everyday after work because of the scoldings and the trauma inflicted upon me at work.I felt the scoldings were unreasonable and there were personal attacks and i felt so useless seriously.I toyed with the idea of quitting but i remembered how my mum and sis told me that not everyone is gonna be happy at where they are working and everyone seemed to be able to live with it.So theres gotta be some who just gritted their teeth and survived the terrible workplace and colleagues from hell.They told me that like 2 years ago when i was complaining to them about the I-lotus job.I remembered that and i thought to myself i must at least prove myself to be capable of the job first before i leave the place with pride.Or else i would be a loser who left because i cant handle the job.But i struggled with the idea of leaving too..as jackson,who is a very nice manager and is very nice to me asked me to help him out till may and i felt bad for leaving as he wanted me to help because he had trouble finding part timers.So i just bear with it,thinking the worst would be over soon.Then came the last straw on last saturday.I was scolded once again for a mistake which i dont think is my fault and i was feeling very pissed.At the moment at my peak of anger,the chef scolded the other manager(not jackson) who was mean to me.Thats it.I cannot stand people sympathasing with me!At least not in front of me when im feeling emotionally weak!I know the chef is nice and im not complaining that someone is on my side but please dont let me hear it.At the moment i hear him scolding the manager,i knew i was going to cry and i tried so hard to suppress the tears.Eventually I teared and had to go to the office to wipe the tears off.But as i was back-facing the chef and manager and facing the customers, 1 customer seemed to notice that i was tearing and she just kept staring at me.How sensitive of her.But when they were done with the "fight", the manager called me and when i turned around and saw them,i couldnt help but want to burst out crying so i told them i have stomache.Haha lame excuse right.I still clutch my stomach for effect.haha But apparently the chef saw through my little trick and came out and look for me.So loser me when toilet to cry.I was feeling stupid for crying over such thing and yes i know im weak.Crying over feeling sad for myself is so dumb and childish.and i bawled again when i saw the chef after i spend 15mins in the toilet to cool down.But the happy ending to this episode is that the manager is really nice to me now.She was very apologetic for being so mean to me and losing her fuse on me so many timesShe admitted that shes so short-tempered that she scolded away so many part-timers before me(no wonder jackson cant find anyone).Shes so nice now that i cringe when she talk to me in an extremely nice tone and put on a smile and say thank you after every sentence.but im getting used to it now and in fact,shes really a rather nice person too!haha a happy ending. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAY DAY'S COMING!IM so happy i must remind myself of that everyday to get endorphins pumped up in me.hahaha I got to try max brenner's white choc drink ytd!gosh its heavenly!!!and its foc. ;) And the manager gave packets of white chocolate chips too.How lucky i am:) Working at earshot finally has its perks.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im craving cheesecake ,donuts and a hearty breakfast now.That hearty breakfast crave havent been able to fulfil for quite some time already.Reason?Becuz i always sleep past 11am.Ok my bedtime's here.The next time i update,it shall be veryhappy janet or even delirious janet because i wld have gotten my pay by then :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-116983457928249036?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/116983457928249036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=116983457928249036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/116983457928249036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/116983457928249036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2007/01/long-update.html' title='long update'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-116784774976844235</id><published>2007-01-04T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T02:09:09.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Enjoying the work more now :) now i understand the ppl who have been returning to work there still choose to work there despite the bad pay.The ppl r nice,funny n so cute at times.haha&lt;br /&gt;And i find it a satisfaction to make customers smile :D I love working at earshot(minus the washing plates n throwing 10kg rubbish bag part) because the environment is much more lively than al dente?haha Becuz al dente cater to provide a romantic/quiet/peaceful ambience and is particular abt all the way u present food and the way waiter n waitresses present themselves while earshot(which sells desserts n is under the same company as al dente) is much more fun and vibrant like working in a cafe.And besides i guess becuz i love desserts thats y i love working in a dessert shop,learning how desserts r made and what r the different kind of non-local desserts and most imptly,getting to try them!hahaha ok i sound like a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope i get well soon so i can ask the chef to cook me crepes to try out(in the name of understanding the product im selling.heh.)Im currently suffering frm bad cough and cold n it sucks seriously.I think its due to the lack of exercise that made me frail and vulnerable to germs and illnesses.I was like hardly down with such a bad cough n cold the past 2 yr. :( I think the customers also scared of me when im like coughing and sneezing away every now n then.Kamel being totally nice let me have the day off on New yr's Day to rest...but im still not well now :( Oh!I had steamboat with the family at my 2nd sis's hse on ny day and we had chocolate fondue aft that :) yumyum.I missed my dad!So happy hes back in time from taiwan to join us for the steamboat.I decided that i shall buy presents for everyone in the family once i get my 1st pay at the end of jan!I must get an especially big one for my 3rd sis, irene, whos been such a sweetheart:) I feel so blessed to have such a wonderful sister :) I wish she can find a wonderful husband soon becuz i think she really deserves 1 gd man to make up for the previous scumbag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and im so so happy with my recents buys from pull n bear and especially zara!I LOVE SALES!I loved this pair of jeans from zara and just when i thought i wldnt be able to buy that lovely jeans frm sale since they will surely keep away some gd stock or they wont have any of my sizes left.BUT TO MY PLEASANT SURPRISE, kaiyin managed to find it(painstakingly) for me!THANK U! :D So happy i can find tat pair of jeans!haha got it at $65 instead of org price of 90!heh.Good bargain huh.I have a sudden urge to make my own clothes! I know it sounds damn dumb and crazy but ever since the top i love from forever21 was sold out when i wanted to claim it,i have been toying with the idea of buying some pretty printed cloth from spotlight then draw out the design of the top i want and ask my aunt to teach me how to do it.hahaha My aunt make her own clothes so i can learn some skills frm her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual a super random post thats just abt what i can think of right now i shall blog more often. I can actually forget what i did ytd until jiamin reminded me.MAN!How much of a scatterbrain can i be.So its really a safe bet to update on my blog more often.Im gg to trim my hair this wkend!yipee! i wan2 dye my hair but my hair's texture really terrible.Hai so sad isnt it....Cant ppl with bad hair have some rights!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO PLAY TOUCH RUGBY SOON!hrumph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2007 is gonna b great...becuz i know i have my fabulous family and friends ard me n i know nothing will be bad in their company :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-116784774976844235?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/116784774976844235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=116784774976844235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/116784774976844235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/116784774976844235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2007/01/enjoying-work-more-now-now-i.html' title=''/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-116641760134391071</id><published>2006-12-18T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T12:53:21.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just some random post b4 i bath and go to work!I finally finally found a job :) waitressing at esplanade.Come visit me if u r free! =D Working with jiamin and kaiyin.. yipee!Frens for company.Hope this time rd the holiday job will be a wonderful experience instead of the horrendous one at I -lotus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for family dinner at Vivo to celebrate my dad's b day.It was a late celebration since my dad's b day is on 19th Nov.He was being vegetarian for a mth so we can only celebrate it ytd..b4 he left for KL to meet his frens.Had one of those rare family time where almost everybody in the family is in the car(except my eldest sis) chatting happily tgt.I think my mum n dad make the funniest couple.My mum will make some funny sometimes silly comment and my dad will reply her with absolute wit and sometimes sarcasm.Its not one of those tense awkward moments which will lead to a fight becuz i think they have been doing that for like decades so it actually becomes really funny.Grace,irene(my elder sisters) and me actually laughed our asses out.Now i know where i get my witty genes from.I KNEW it got to be hereditary.How else can i b SO WITTY?!(HAHA) OK slap me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN its late now i better go bath!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-116641760134391071?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/116641760134391071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=116641760134391071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/116641760134391071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/116641760134391071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2006/12/just-some-random-post-b4-i-bath-and-go.html' title=''/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-116595132267060864</id><published>2006-12-13T02:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T03:22:02.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting fat urgh!</title><content type='html'>Im eating a whole packet of chips by myself at 1230am.Whats wrong with me!i seriously think i will bcum fatter this holidays.I think my thigh is bigger than usual now :( ok whatever.And im meeting jiam to eat sakae buffet on thursday..im totally sinking myself deeper into his get-fat pit.My arms r bigger and im nt complaining already ok so whats next =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiaoying told me abt this grp name we got in pri sch.hahaha damn funny can.Its something like a code. XXJJ.hahaha That represented the initials of the 4 ppl in the grp.. xiaoying,xiangying,jace and janet.But we had alotalot of fun in pri sch.I rmb we always hang out at ginza plaza,having our lunch there and playing catching all over ginza plaza with our class ppl.Its like our whole class were really close.Sometimes we even have this combined class catching in ginza plaza.hahaha i think that would be such a funny sight with kids shorter than 150 whizzing ard and shouting at each other madly.I rmbed this guy i used to have a huge crush on in my 1st pri sch..jubilee pri sch.His name was jimmy i still rmb!hahaha But yeah i dun think he like me becuz i dun rmb him telling me he likes me.so sad huh HAHA man y do i bother recalling this.I still rmb his face ok!haha Sadly I dun rmb his surname or else can hunt him down and c what has become of the person i was so mesmerised with.I dunno any details abt him except his name is jimmy and is my classmate in pri 1 and 2 and i dun even know which pri sch he went to aft jubilee.I rmb he got dimples!He was fair but not pale.He was like one of the taller guys and had a more matured look than the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to catch a movie with xiaoying and shaoqi but xiaoying is always so busy and unavailable.Meeting up jinglin next week i hope we still have alot of things to talk abt!Its been aftall i think 2 yrs since we last met.Gosh!Hope can meet up the old pri sch class ppl..i kinda miss them.I rmb how i use to bully the guys.Actually they r really nice to me to let me bully them for like 2 yrs.HAHA&lt;br /&gt;Ok enuff of this sudden nostalgia.Orh orh time =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-116595132267060864?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/116595132267060864/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-116584629230279803</id><published>2006-12-11T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T02:39:36.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok realise i wasnt appreciative of holidays...even if im doing nothing at home...i shld be appreciative that i have nothing to rush to finish,i can do whatever i want anytime,i can go out right aft a call from frens,i can wake up whenever i feel like it,i can do without my brains for the whole day(HAHA).Yep so even if it means spending the whole day at home watching tv,eating non-stop and camping infront of the computer all day at home,i should be happy that i have the luxury to do them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with karmun,timothy and kian you on Thursday at IMM.haha it was alot of fun.Altho we spent a very short time tgt at the coffee club but i think we enjoyed ourselves alot alot.At least i enjoyed myself alot alot :) Happy outing!Kian you and Timothy have to paiseh me infront of this waiter and whenever he come back to refill our cups they would have to pinpoint me out and even the waiter laughed at me,twice.Great even strangers laugh at me now.Went out with pot and sky b4 tat.The look on sky's face when he opened the braun bauffel box excitedly and the crestfallen look when he discovered its a old grubby converse velcro walletis classic!HAHA kaiyin and me laughed our asses out.He did get his braun bauffel wallet in the end...but wrapped in many layers of toilet paper which kaiyin wrote a birthday message on.haha guess it will be sky's unforgettable b day present =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got my phone back!man i miss it so much i was so scared i wld lose all the photos i had inside.I wanted to do something with the photos inside for my frens then can give them during prom but yeah my hp had to spoil like a few days,in fact i think only 2 days before the end of As.so yeah only just got my phone back today and SOOOO HAPPY all the photos r still in there!very impt to me :)memories of the past yr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today tuition centre called me to tell me this pri 3 boy needs english tuition im like so happy!finally an assignment...but 10 mins later..the tuition centre called n told me the mother found a tutor already.=_= I was employed and sacked in 10 mins time.Thanks for breaking my heart, some mother in jurong east!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother tot i died in my sleep ytd becuz i woke up at 4plus.After reading the Straits time ytd abt this 41 year old woman who ,joined 5 or 6 other cases of Singaporeans who died in their sleep and all seemed healthy with no apparent sickness,realised that her daughter is still in bed.She made breakfast for me n even leave it for me until 4plus.So i had my breakfast at 4 plus.Anyway,i was just thinking its so sad that u die in ur slp becuz its worse than cancer...u dun even have that last chance to say all u ever want to to those ppl in ur life that mattered to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh n i changed my blogskin...i know its nt very nice but yeah i will bear with it for awhile until i have the energy to find a lovely blogskin.This is quite bearable becuz of the BUTTERFLIES!haha the purple is abit overwhelming.tsktsk interview at candy empire tmr!yipee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-116584629230279803?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/116584629230279803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=116584629230279803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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post anything on it which i hope is just some small error.It will b OK later. I know.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures of us crashing the Ac post prom party. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/798/932/320/863647/acparty1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thats kaipot(on an important mission that night),me and sheryl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/798/932/320/247314/acparty2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bestie and me :) My hair is really messy i dunno why!I look windswept.argh.and one of the rare photos i have of us!Finally another to the grand collection of 2 other photos. =_=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/798/932/320/640618/acparty3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Arthur,Kaipot and me.Poor arthur didnt get to dance as hes looking after drinks for us!And its his sch's party!Hope he got to dance after we left :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/798/932/320/948500/acparty4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sheryl, Hidayah(their sec sch fren whos sweet and very nice),Pot n me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/798/932/320/993752/acparty5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were tgt with kathy and siew kay in the club and yeah they were great company :) Its better to have a larger grp of ppl dancing tgt, its more fun that way =D But too bad the music sucked so we didnt even stayed at the dance floor for long.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/798/932/320/566231/acparty6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A picture of the group of girls.Sorry no clear picture of siew kay and kathy!Thats them 2nd and 3rd from right!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kaiyin was sad but given ur qualities i know theres always better ones!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My blogskin sucked i need to change it!but tmr la yawns im tired.Wentworth miller is so hot!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Proof:&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/798/932/320/212832/michaelscofield2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some test darrell asked me to take concluded that i like guys with feminine faces.HAHA im not lesbian ok guess i just like guys to have softer features but wentworth miller is an exception since his features are oh-so-masculine and i just love his eyes!=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-116569518916052048?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/116569518916052048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=116569518916052048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/116569518916052048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/116569518916052048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2006/12/pretty-photos.html' title='Pretty photos'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-116551614183630196</id><published>2006-12-08T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T03:25:55.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im back :) n all free now</title><content type='html'>Im finally blogging again!new blogskin!aft being lazy to change it for sooo long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can i say?Life is more boring without school now.Tsk whats wrong with u janet.No school still complaining.I miss school la ;( Now i feel like i have nothing to look forward to everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least aft As before prom came,it was shopping for prom stuff that kept me feeling so excited.Now prom's over,feel so empty.Prom dinner sucks,period.Flying dutchman was good but the games are lousy.Which ironically were planned by flying dutchman's events company.The party was fun."Eye opening experience" bleah...Dancing with friends is fun ,the music's not bad too.Everything ended at 4am when i was really enjoying myself.what a letdown huh.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran the 10km marathon with irene on sunday.Which was surprisingly manageable given that i havent ran for god knows how long.but was really tired when we were going home...partly becuz i slept late the day before.Man now my sleeping hours are completely screwed.I wake up at 1pm.I sleep at 4 in the morning.Lunch becomes breakfast.Dinner becomes lunch.Supper becomes dinner.But i dun normally have supper that means i eat 2 meals a day only.That is very bad becuz 3 meals are very important to me.haha FOOD IS VERY IMPORTANT TO ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to ac's post prom party at dxo on tuesday.Man it was quite a let-down.The music's bad.They were playing our batch's mass dance song at one point like what the hell.But the people there were decent mainly because there werent much outsiders.Much more decent than pj ppl i wld say!Left early.Kaiyin was really sad because someone's not there.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to find a job soon! im really quite broke and i feel really sad for myself. :( so pathetic.HAHA And i initially still shun those retail jobs becuz i wld have to work during christmas eve and christmas day and new year eve and new year day.Heck with that all im so desperate im willing to sleep in the store and be their part time security guard as well and earn more cash.HAHA ok i really sound pathetic now.Hope i can find one tmr!I need to start work soon.The loafing life is really not for me.haha although i seemed to be able to find things to do everyday so far without any prob, but i know this is not going to last.ok this topic is really depressing and sensitive haha mayb nt tat exaggerated but yeah i dun feel gd for as long as i cannot find a job for this month.going job hunting whole day tmr!hope someone will take me in :(&lt;div 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now'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-116350767776729387</id><published>2006-11-14T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:17:22.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing steam..</title><content type='html'>Im left with 3 papers!Chem pp 1,bio pp3,bio pp 1.While some ppl having their last pp tmr:( Most of my frens are gonna be "released" from the annoying As this week:( I have like 50 things to do aft As.hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being totally random,justin timberlake is so so hot and sexy.As u know,hes bringing sexy back.haha I just cant stop exclaiming this so pardon me.HOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait for 23rd!I need a trim badly!My tresses are distressed and are in need of desperate help argh.Come to think of it,I havent seen Kelvin for 2 mths...Thats so long. I normally visit the hairstylist once a mth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gorging on hanuta,this chocolate wafer my sis bought from candy empire.Im so so gonna stock up chocolates from candy empire aft im done with the bloody As.CHOCOLATES!ahhhhh..... I also wanna go buy Choc.a.bloc's Choco fudge cake!I read from the mag that bloc means Blissfully Luscious Orgasmic Chocolate!MAN.But its at bedok :( And its located in some hdb area i think, so its gonna b difficult to get there.My christmas present anyone?hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile,i can only satisfy my chocolate cravings with my 50th hanuta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw,my tagboard is screwed i also dunno what-the-hell-happened&lt;br /&gt;Just watched this show where this girl confesses to a fren whom she knew for 10 years and she actually had a crush on him for 5 years!It was sweet when she sang a song to him(she sang quite ok actually) and confesses to him.But the guy didnt accept her.I think shes really disappointed as she thought the guy have a thing for her too.But its so so brave of her to do it!Felt so sad for her...i dun think i will ever confess to a guy i like him ever since the trauma of my pri sch incident.hahahaha but still i really admire her!so brave!my mum being ultra emotional like usual cried agn.Man.I thought im so hopelessly emotional that im actually quite ashamed by the fact at times but im comforted that theres always my mum.hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23rd23rd23rd23rd23rd23rd23rd23rd23rd23rd23rd23rd23rd23rd23rd23rd23rd23rd23rd23rd23rd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-116350767776729387?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/116350767776729387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=116350767776729387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/116350767776729387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/116350767776729387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2006/11/losing-steam.html' title='Losing steam..'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-116204859466170375</id><published>2006-10-28T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T13:18:11.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to soothe my stressed up mind!</title><content type='html'>I know its not right.&lt;br /&gt;haha To come blogging when the bloody As is so damn near.But i just need a breather alright.I have been very stressed up the past few days.So many things to do,not enuff time to go ard,the very very packed schedule staring at me everytime im trying my best to finish my revison.ARGH!!!!!!!! I got an Achiever's night entry(i know tats late) that i still need to edit but no time la.Aft As la.haha By time, i think i will delete the entry already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis is off to Japan!Man i also want to go on a trip.I miss her man.hahaha Shes just gone for a few days n the hse is so quiet.Nobody to do childish things with me,nobody to talk crap with me,nobody to assure me i will b fine with my revison! :( I want to go travelling aft my As..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im nt gonna slp from now until As end.haha Abit exaggerated huh but i can always slp aft As eh.hahaha no im not serious la.But mayb just getting by with a few hrs only.This is the only way to grab hold of my limited time!My mum is really really worried for me for not slping enuff.Becuz she read this newspaper report of this child who died in his sleep for no apparent reason and he has a clean health record.So my mum,being the usual cute and paranoid her,actually bans me from eating hotcakes and order me to drink soup everyday n non-oily food just becuz of that.so =_=".She thinks not eating hotcakes helps.hahaha I dunno y am i saying this kinda trivial stuff but i just need to talk alright.I cant talk for hrs when i sit down n do my work ok so all the words r kinda building up in me everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH n the sad thing abt that child who died..the night he died is the night before his birthday.His mum n dad(being musicians) actually played him a birthday song with their instruments in the morning, wanting to wake him up with a surprise.However,he didnt respond after they played the song twice and they discover that his body turned blue.So sad right!! :( And the saddest thing is his dad actually scolded him the day b4 and the child got angry with his dad n din talk to him for the whole day.Can u imagine how sad it is...the last thing that the dad said to the child must not be something nice since he said it out of anger.I get so sad just thinking of it...the dad must be feeling very bad.Actually i was thinking...how many ppl actually regretted not telling their loved ones "i love you" before they die?It might be difficult to say and actually awkward to tell ur parents that right?But how sad it is if ur loved ones nv heard a confirmation that they actually hold a dear place in ur heart altho ur actions might already shown that u loved them but isnt a confirmation from u always better?umm...so nv nv miss out telling the people important in ur life that u love them and they mean alot to u becuz u nv know when u will lose that precious someone without telling them how ur heart feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres a million things i want to do aft As!2 yrs of jc life is gonna b over soon.Im so gonna miss pjc, the school that brought me so many memories and so many wonderful frens that i made here and of course the field that made up a large part of my happy life in jc :) I cant wait to play touch rugby aft As!!OK i had my fill of talking to myself here...im all recharged and ready to study thru the night!JIA YOU JANET!(I suddenly feel so sad that im really talking to myself..hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;Went studying with jiam and bryan just now.happy happy day again :)&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures of us last month below.&lt;br /&gt;A happy happy picture. 3 of us happy on a swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/798/932/320/07102006562.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/798/932/320/sipping%20our%20martinis.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                                      Our first martini.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/798/932/320/07102006565.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Pee pey teck who always get his underwear exposed during pe lessons.Oh my god hes so gonna kill me but i know he doesnt read my blog ;) Bryan,this is for laughing at me just now.hahaha I know im sweet :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-116204859466170375?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/116204859466170375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=116204859466170375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/116204859466170375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/116204859466170375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-need-to-soothe-my-stressed-up-mind.html' title='I need to soothe my stressed up mind!'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-116014998184778059</id><published>2006-10-06T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T23:53:02.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH!i havent updated abt the outing out with karmun,kian you,timothy.WE went sakae to eat n later on to Billy bombers for their milkshake(Im in love with it).The 2 jokers who love criticising everything they set their eyes on cracked me n karmun up big time.WE laughed like almost the whole time at billy bombers and there were pj ppl there so its really very paiseh.Paiseh becuz we laughed so hard it gets abit too loud for comfort.hahaha The guys got me a pretty purple notebook from paperppl at far east.LOVE IT!Thanks!Note tat they bother to choose the bk in my fave colour :) Man i love happy days when i can just laugh my heart out.Had my fill of laughing tat day.Gets everything bad out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaiyin n me went to town to shop for my very belated b day present on tuesday.Walked ard far east looking for things i can buy.haha Settled for a fossil watch eventually.I LOVE IT!Thanks kaipot!N to everyone else whos sharing!Feeling very bad that its quite ex so pot, u better find more ppl to share OK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pj really has its fair share of weird ppl.Kelly,alison and me met one today at the LT4 during assembly.I tell u hes damn gross.Actually,kelly n me were just settling down to listen to the alumni ppl who came down to share their tots on how to prepare for A levels and life aft A levels then alison suddenly tell us to look at this guy sitting some distance infront of us.From my angle,which is supposedly the best angle according to kelly since i can c more clearly,is the most disgusting and gross angle.From my angle,i can c this GROSS guy sticking a SCISSORS(yes a scissors!) into either his mouth or nose.I cant c properly where he is sticking his scissors to but its freaky enough to c him sticking it somewhere ard that area and he kept moving the scissors ard and jerking it ard.I dunno WHAT THE HELL he is doing n he just stuck the scissors up his mouth or nose for damn long.HE does it repeatedly and only take out the scissors only when he talks to his fren.I wonder Y HE STILL HAVE FRENS.Its really so G-R-O-S-S.oh my gosh.But we were quite amused by him and we kept laughing throughout the whole time he was doing construction work with his scissors.We were thinking what can he be doing with scissors and what if he accidentally poke too hard and blood starts spurting out when he talks to his fren.hahahaha Damn funny la hes damn gross n he has a girlfren who,i presume, probably doesnt know abt his weird habit(becuz no girl wld want such a disgusting and unhygenic guy).Imagine him digging ard getting his hands disgustingly filthy and later on go n hold his gf's hand.WE made guesses on what hes doing n i think mine is the most reasonable one--hesprobably cutting his nostril hair.I know becuz i personally know a fren who trims his nostril hair with HIS FREN'S scissors in SCHOOL.damn it dun ask me who is it.I just feel so sad for his fren.hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went town just now with mum n sis to get the rest of the things needed for cousin's wedding dinner.The bloody ppl who burn the forests.Damn inconsiderate can.The haze is like so bad in KL and Spore,the visibility is so bad today!Walked along orchard rd and realised the haze is so bad it covered some faraway buildings from my sight.My nephew has poor appetite these few days n my mum said the culprit's the haze.Damn it.Even small kids in spore affected imagine those in Indonesia.All becuz of stupid irresponsible adults.Anw,still havent gotten my shoes for the wedding!And the accessories!man.Tmr's my last chance since im drinking with jiam and bryan at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i really shld stop my crap n go studying now since i have 6 mths to rant abt my mundane life aft A levels.28 days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-116014998184778059?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/116014998184778059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=116014998184778059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/116014998184778059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/116014998184778059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2006/10/ohi-havent-updated-abt-outing-out-with.html' title=''/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-115917332854092390</id><published>2006-09-25T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T16:35:28.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 18th b day:)A happy,sweet affair</title><content type='html'>Im finally 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that im really looking fwd to being 18 anyway,i hate growing up and being old!ok fine i sound totally childish now.haha I dunno but aft a few more b days,i will b working and gone r those schooling carefree happy days i think. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i am truly happy this 18th b day becuz of my fabulous n totally nice frens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday,i went out with jiamin n bryan.Went to jiam's hse n spent quite a while there.I was already laughing my ass out at her hse when we r doing nothing.So i know for the rest of the day i will b so pumped with endorphins even if we r just gonna eat n shop ard town,as long as i have their company. :) And yes indeed i was a very happy girl tat day.With the super-irritating but effortlessly funny bryan and the super sweet nice jiam.JIAM got me a super sweet gift!She made it herself.She burned a cd comprising of songs evolving ard our frenship and she got her fren to print pictures on the cd..very nice!She made a lyrics booklet for the cd too and flipping it just fills my head with all those wonderful memories of our 6 yrs frenship.MAN im so touched can.Bryan being his usual cheapo self,got me a ugly gift.hahaha I tried to b nice becuz he bothered to give me a gift but ugly is the best word i can give.HE thinks its funny giving me tat as a gift.He got me this :&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/798/932/320/Photo-0274.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This purple fugly thing that is popular with pri sch kids. Pri sch male kids.NO girls ever own this.Im probably the first.The prob is i dun even lose my wallet often.I wonder y did he get me this meaningless present.hahaha But his presence on my b day already constitutes as a gift already,since he cracks us up all the time.=D They force me to hook that ugly thing to my skirt!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/798/932/320/22092006503-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took neoprints n forced bryan to do loads of gay posts.Pity i dunno how to use the scanner.haha But i got photos from my phone.heh.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/798/932/320/Photo-0295.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/798/932/320/Photo-0297.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/798/932/320/Photo-0290.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/798/932/320/Photo-0285.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/798/932/320/Photo-0284.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/798/932/320/Photo-0279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/798/932/320/Photo-0280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A glimpse of our crazy times 22Sept!I love the milkshake at billy bombers!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went out with kelly,alison,irene and darrell on Sat .Went to eat at New york new york!Bryan and jiam's frens said the food sucks.So was alil apprehensive when they decided to eat there.But the pasta kelly n me shared is nice!Mayb its also becuz its a recommended item on the menu.Mayb the rest really suck.haha But theres alot of ppl eating there...queues outside the restaurant always forming.Took photos too but nt with me.They got me a surprise cake!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/798/932/320/Photo-0299.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh.Thanks guys!It was a nice lil surprise.Watched John tucker must die afterwards.Its an ok show.Nt as funny as Shes the man.Shes the man must b the funniest movie of the yr!Went home n my family got me a b day cake too!From awfully chocolate.Man.I merely mentioned abt how i love the choc cake there n my sis rmbed n got me the cake!:) so sweet.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/798/932/320/23092006224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/798/932/320/23092006218-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                                                       Me and my lovely sister.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/798/932/320/Photo-0302.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                             I dunno whats up with my expression in the last picture.I just wanna post it becuz i think my sis looks pretty in there.What a nice sister i am.I look fugly nvm my sis look pretty can already!haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She brought me n my mum shopping ytd n bought me a dress from daniel yam.Becuz my cousin's wedding is next wk n i have nothing formal to wear to a wedding.Guess she doesnt wan herself n my family to feel paiseh if i do turn up in some informal attire like jeans.haha The last time i went to a family dinner(my family with my grandparents,my aunts n their husbands) at a restaurant,my aunt's husband sarcastically laughed at me for wearing slippers(its not as if my slippers r bought from pasar malam) there.I dun think the restaurant got any dress code(or else y din anybody stop me?) so i told my aunt's uncle tat n i also said:"Its just a dinner what,wear so nice for what." I mean honestly,i go there to eat not to enter a beauty pageant right.Moreover,its a family dinner so its supposed to b relaxed and enjoyable.I dress according to my mood or to a special occasion and wear whatever i think is comfortable n i dun dress for ppl or a restaurant right.Yes i will dress up n i will wear nicer to eat at restaurants but mayb for the fun of it or just when i feel like dressing up.Anyway,i think those restaurants who imposed dress codes on their clients r plain snooty becuz i bet they wont turn away a person dressed in singlet n shorts n flip flops as long as the person throw a wad of money in their face.Fine whatever. Next time i shall listen to my dear uncle just becuz i respect their opinions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I totally forgot im a student waiting to take her A levels in a mth in the past few days.Now i know y i felt so happy all day long for the past few days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-115917332854092390?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115917332854092390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=115917332854092390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/115917332854092390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/115917332854092390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-18th-b-daya-happysweet-affair.html' title='My 18th b day:)A happy,sweet affair'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-115884942006287965</id><published>2006-09-21T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T22:37:00.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EARLY B DAY SURPRISE!</title><content type='html'>MAN.I received my first b day gift n surprise just now!:)&lt;br /&gt;I was about to get out fat ass out of the hse to run at the stadium when i saw this letter sitting happily on the floor infront of the door.Its a birthday card with a small gift inside!The first person that came to my mind who wld give me this is jiamin n karmun.But i tot its weird becuz if they had made the way to my hse they wld most prob press the doorbell n give it to me personally.When i open the letter,i realise its from my admirer!haha joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITs from my pri sch best fren la.Her card is  damn touching can.WE nv contacted each other becuz both of us lost our phones the past 2 yrs so we lost each other's no.s too.Its really quite bad huh.N no she doesnt have friendster.In the card she reminsce(damn i know i spell wrongly but i dun care)abt the happy carefree innocent days we spent tgt.We r really so close that ppl think we look alike,we spend alot of time tgt in our neighbourhood(becuz we actually stay just 2 busstops away from each other),we always visit this drink stall at the market near her place n drink the chin chow drink(OUR favourite drink) as we talk abt growing up and what we will do in the future.U know those dreamy talks abt how we wish we wld grow up faster.I rmb we will make a racket at the hawker centre becuz we wld laugh crazilyso much so tat both of us will walk away from the table suddenly n go diff direction becuz we wan to stop laughing.Guess the uncles there r pretty terrified of us.Altho we just met each other,we can still go home n hog the phone n talk to each other for hrs.Guess our longest record is 6 hrs.U know we spend so much time tgt that her mum is worried abt her studies n even talked to my mum and tell her we shld spend less time tgt n conc on our psle.haha tat sounds funny when i talk abt it now becuz who in the world cares abt psle right?hahaha MAN those memories.And we did so many things tgt!Shes the one who taught me cycling!We even have this special place for meeting up when we go out.Becuz our place is just 2 bus stops away,to make it fair(u know how particular kids r),we wanted to meet at this bus stop tat is in between her bus stop n my bus stop.Think im the one nit-picking or something(hahaha its so silly!)we agreed to meet at this staircase further down the middle bus stop n abit nearer to MY bus stop.So she was like:"ok lo i mian qiang accept it " so from then on we call it the mian qiang staircase.Man talking abt all this made me realise how special our frenship is,with us sharing so many memories and things. :) This have to be one of my favourite b day presents =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt like a lard just now so went to run at the stadium.FINALLY pulled myself to the stadium to run.Been thinking abt it for quite a long time.Jog 9 rds this time rd actually quite a joy than a chore.Sounds psychotic i know.haha Its been A FREAKING MTH since i last ran in sports day!No wonder i was feeling like humpty dumpty recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum said something really hilarious just now!Shes so CUTE!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ok gotta go read up my bio notes now.bleah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-115884942006287965?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115884942006287965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=115884942006287965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/115884942006287965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/115884942006287965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2006/09/early-b-day-surprise.html' title='EARLY B DAY SURPRISE!'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-115880996805606904</id><published>2006-09-21T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T00:34:09.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 18th birthday coming!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/798/932/1600/Photo-0222.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something really ridiculous happened to me ytd.I was hungry at ard 3plus as i din have my lunch so i went to cook maggi mee for myself.Being very hungry,i was very happy when the noodles r done n i took it to the living room to eat while i watch tv.With one hand holding the bowl,i reached out tfor he remote control with another hand n i dunno y i suddenly jerk my hand(call me stupid) holding the bowl n the noodles flew out of the bowl(i am nt exaggerating) n landed plop! on the floor.IM SO UPSET CAN.I was SO happy when the noodles r done n b4 i even had a bite ,the noodles all landed on the floor in a terrible mess.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; disappointments:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As im writing this,im reminded of another totally stupid thing i did the other time(dun tell me i do stupid things all the time.)It was a random saturday night n my sister n i were catching this midnight movie at lido.I bought hot dog n i brought it into the cinema happily.I was squeezing the chili sauce on the hotdog when something is slipping off my lap(i forgot whether it is the hotdog or other things) So i quickly grabbed tat thing before it land on the floor with one hand while STILL holding on to the packet of chili sauce on the other hand.I guess its a reflex reaction or something(i strongly believe it is,hahaha)at the moment when i use strength in my hand when catching the thing,i clench my other hand holding the sauce involuntarily n it spurt! onto my bag.My bag is a really terrible mess n i cant even clean it in the dark!&lt;br /&gt;WHY AM I SUCH A KLUTZ!?GRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 18th b day coming!Legal age coming!I shall stop KILLING ppl since i will be thrown into jail instead of girls' home if i do.hahahahaha MAN.I think im damn funny.hahaha im damn random too.I shall go buy alcohol tmr n i shall act all nervous when buying it so the person will check my id n i shall proudly throw it in the person's face.haha cheap thrill.I know im like so bo liao.umm whats a single english word that describes bo liao?I think something hokkien just convey expressions n emotions better.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think im gonna flunk my bio for this prelims.Everytimei hand up a pp,there wld b qns i dun have time toattempt.ARGH.I feel so lousy.&lt;br /&gt;I think i really need to train to write n think fast.Im sick of saying"i got not enuff time to finish the pp." ITS NOT AN EXCUSE!Everybody else can finish the pp y cant u?Even if everybody else also cannot finish the pp,there is always SOMEONE out there who can finish it,so y cant u?So my birthday wish this yr is to have a robo-hand.That reminds me...i got this robo-mop at home and as the name suggests it is a robotised mop.But my mum being the very cute person she is,always call it robert.So everytime she will go"Eh where is robert ah?i cannot find him ard the hse".Its as if there is a new man living in our hse.=_=" haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture of my uber-cute nephew.He knows how to come to me n hug me!SO CUTE! &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/798/932/320/Photo-0266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/798/932/320/Photo-0132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/798/932/320/Photo-0217.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/798/932/320/Photo-0176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update soon abt tmr!Its gg to b a blast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-115880996805606904?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115880996805606904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=115880996805606904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/115880996805606904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/115880996805606904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-18th-birthday-coming.html' title='My 18th birthday coming!'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-115847063166492299</id><published>2006-09-17T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T13:23:51.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have changed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I saw pretty sunflowers at the side of the road on my way home ytd!CAN U BELIEVE IT!?Big-ass sunflowers at the side of the road.haha Its really common to have green trees n plants lining singapore's roads...but big-ass sunflowers!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/798/932/320/Photo-0256.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                                                                                   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;They are real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/798/932/320/Photo-0257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/798/932/320/Photo-0258.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thats the best i cld take of the sunflowers.I was in my sis's car n we were gg back home from this indian restaurant(the curry is damn gd!) near ROM n we passed by this new museum n lo n behold!outside it is this stretch of big-ass sun flowers lining the side of the road.I din notice it until my mum looked out of the window n scared everyone of us with her shout.(ya my mum is super drama mama)I looked out n was greeted with the most beautiful sight.Luckily we were stopped by the traffic light so my sis wind down my screen to take photos.The resolution is kinda bad becuz of my lousy 1.3megapixel cam.If i were nt on the car,i wld seriously consider plucking one sun flower,as a momento.hahaha i know im evil but its really SOOO pretty!Seems like the sunflowers r planted for the delegates of IMF becuz my sis heard from her frens tat there r big-ass sunflowers grown at Changi Aiport too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Theres alot i have to blog.....but im so lazy that all those things r long over n i dun have the urge to recount them anymore.haha And i really need to change my blogskin.Seems abit childish huh.haha But im really damn lazy la..As coming n soon im gonna leave the sch.Damn it jc has really brought me so many happy times n i had really some valuable frenships made at  pj.Frenships tat im sure will carry on for years.2 yrs ago ppl only know how to talk abt "frens forever!", "we will nv lose contact with each other","we will always remain best frens".But 2 yrs on,how many ppl can really maintain those frenships tat they vowed to keep it strong?I wld say im happy to be a tested subject of whether frenships do endure the test of time(2 yrs only but quite an achievement alright) becuz im still  close with jiamin n karmun.I still feel so comfortable being with them:)But i have lost some other frenships too.:( I will make the effort to keep close contact with those frens who have made my life at pj a very memorable one but it takes 2 hands to clap so pls dont forget me!hahaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;On a totally ireelevant note..Do everybody make assumptions when they r presented&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;with a situation or am i just the only one?haha Assumptions always work badly for me becuz i wld tend to think in a negative way.I used to think its an instinct but i realise im not always right.I wonder am i really a pessimist becuz i can imagine the worse of the things at times.I realise,if u dun assumptions,the judgements u make later on wld be more objective.Becuz i guess the more assumptions u make,the more u wld take ur assumptions as facts.So janet,stop assuming negative things n may be a whole lot of happier!I make assumptions of situations n i start to believe my assumptions r right altho nobody have proved them right.N the ridiculous thing is i get affected n sad over the assumptions i make.Dumb isnt it.Oh wells,at least now i remind myself to be objective n dun take in any of the assumptions i have made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I love my mum,shes so cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-115847063166492299?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115847063166492299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=115847063166492299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/115847063166492299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/115847063166492299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-have-changed.html' title='I have changed.'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-115539463835216782</id><published>2006-08-12T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T22:57:18.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday plans!</title><content type='html'>Jiamin n i have great plans!&lt;br /&gt;WE r gg to celebrate our b days tgt on MY b day.hahaha becuz she cant celebrate hers anw since its during the exam.So we r having a joint celebration with bryan! :) Im so excited i know tat day will b such an awesome day.My last paper for mid yrs end on my b day!lucky me.heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran 8 rds ytd n im quite proud of my lil achievement.haha Just having the determination to really get my flabby legs down the tracks to run is a great achievment already.I can feel flab all over me n tats y i decided to go for a run(finally).Running is actually quite a therapeutic thing to do,for me.haha I actually enjoyed the run ytd...funny huh.Have to get myself to run at least once a wk...i dun wan to die of heart attack anytime.At the rate im eating n the fat oily things im gorging myself with,i really need some exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am really worried for my mum.Shes not eating much these days n when i went out to buy dinner just now she din wan anything.Shes even eating lesser than me when im 7yrs old!I am like the biggest eater in my family now as my dad's metabolic rate declines n i know hes pretty freaked out by my appetite too.Im the only one at the table who wants a 2nd bowl of rice.Whatever happened to me!?&lt;br /&gt;The other day i was thinking how wld it b like in 16 yrs time...when ryan grows up.He wld b like my age.By then,wld he still rmb how much my mum doted on him when he was young?As far as i know,mum is gonna take care of him until hes 3 or 4yrs old, then he will b put in the childcare centre.Before ryan was born,my sis has nv really been very close to the family.I felt quite sad a few yrs back when i realised that i seemed to have lost a sister becuz she seems more like this distant relative that i see once in a while.So i was wondering,wld she still be bringing ryan back oftenly to visit my mum aft he goes to childcare?I really dun wan the day when ryan grows up n think his old grandma is some irritating old fart, to come.That wld be so hurting to my mum,who wipes his ass,gets up at 3am just to get him water n make sure the room is not toot stuffy for him to slp,who chase him ard the hse just to feed him a spoonful of porridge(my mum is old enuff n still has to move so much just for tat brat),who got pinched at the face n got slapped by that stupid small boy who is so naughty.I mean my mum is so old already n she is still sleeping lesser hrs than me and gets bullied by a mere 1 yr plus baby.I just wan to see her happy at the end of the day,when ryan is all grown up n hopefully adores his grandma as much as she adores him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched click.It was hilarious.But touching too.I cried at both the part when adam sandler went back to the time when he last saw his father and the part when adam sandler died.The topic of kinship always touches me the most.Like how i cried agn when i watched the Ghost Whisperer ytd.Watching scenes where the lead characters lose their family members always get me very upset becuz i know such thing is gonna happen to me one day.But i just dread the coming of it.My mum always talk abt it in a light-hearted tone and i just hate her mentioning it.Everytime i talk abt something that goes,:"10 yrs later...blah blah.." then she will always reply:"By then, i will be six feet under grd already la,haha." I know shes joking but everytime she mention it, it just makes me feel sad. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my supper's here!i shall stop thinking abt such sad depressing life-comes-to-an-end stuff.haha off to eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eat eat eat tats what life is for--words of a pig.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-115539463835216782?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115539463835216782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=115539463835216782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/115539463835216782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/115539463835216782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2006/08/birthday-plans.html' title='Birthday plans!'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-115479027503000618</id><published>2006-08-05T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T23:04:35.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Very late with this post.I WANT TO SAY:WE WON M1 SCHOOL SERIES TOUCH RUG and EMEREGED CHAMPION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE were rather relaxed tat day becuz we did not have alot of expectation for ourselves.Aftall,we have stopped trg before june n only had 3 last min training sessions before this match.I must admit i think we still got the jitters at the start of every game.Our teamwork was superb tat day.Support was there n we r there for each other for every run through.Im so happy to know tat we r all supporting each other tat day n i felt so confident during the game becuz i know this time round,my team mates r gonna b there to catch my ball.Im happy that i made a few run thrus this last official game.It was such a special game.It was this last official game tat we finally found the thing we have been trying hard to acquire..&lt;strong&gt;team chemistry&lt;/strong&gt;.Altho it came really late,it was heartening to know tat it came eventually.At least we all can step down from touch rug knowing tat we were such a great team and we HAD team chemistry.We screwed up in all the previous matches we have took part n nv performed to our standards becuz of the lack of team chemistry.Thus,we have been trying so hard to find it n we finally did.IM SO HAPPY :) U GUYS R THE BEST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was feeling very angry by ppl who said we won out of pure luck.I can tell u our scores r like 3-0,4-1.Tell me how we got lucky for 3 times.This is so comforting to hear when u finally got champion n u expect ppl to b happy for u.THANKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come n say we r lucky when u can catch a proper ball n u can run(im nt having any expectation of u to run fast.i just need u to run,baby.I call that jogging with ur pathetic speed.) I know im mean to say tat,but who cares.I dun bother to b nice to ppl like u.Its especially hurting to know that it came from someone whos supposed to support u.N next time,when u badmouth ppl,do it softly pls.U dun wan the whole world to hate u,like now.GRR.Im was really so angry when i found out what that ass said n i can feel the anger rising in me again when i imagine her $%^E$%*&amp; face as im typing this.YUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A levels' in  87 days!i cant believe this.&lt;br /&gt;Tuition's great!I love tuition!hahaha =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There r actually REAL ppl who exist,at our age, who looks down on ppl who speak mandarin!?&lt;br /&gt;And the funny thing is this person, a student at pjc,actually,as he claims,hate pj ppl.I never known such a snobbish person in my life thus far.I have certainly widened my horizons when i knew this particular person.He thinks hes almighty and high class.YUCK.Where got this kind of ppl one!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im a random kid.....tats y im saying bye now!BYE!hahaha Studytime.Towning with jiam tmr b4 gg to my favourite n beloved tution. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-115479027503000618?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115479027503000618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=115479027503000618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/115479027503000618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/115479027503000618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2006/08/very-late-with-this-post.html' title=''/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-115382951458173161</id><published>2006-07-25T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T20:11:54.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WE are the one who decides our mood for the day.Its up to us to choose to enjoy or waste the day.Since its OUR choice,i wld rather be happy everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-115382951458173161?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-115364035114543973</id><published>2006-07-23T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T15:39:11.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>49 Days to Prelims.</title><content type='html'>Im qi-qi si shi jiu tian away from Prelims.God i feel so cheena.haha but 49 is a scary number.I have an average of 10 odd days to finish studying 1 subject.Everybody is getting rreally stressed out n im glad everybody is pressurising me to study study n study.Its not a bad thing becuz i finally have some motivation to go home n start studying.The main reason i finally can sit down at a table n open my books n start studying is becuz how sweet my sister Irene is.Upon finding out how bad my mid yr grades were,she is of course very worried for me n when i suggested to her tat i wanted to go for tuition,she din blow her top n is willing to sponser me.She keep telling me earnestly she wants to see me do well n tat made me more guilty than ever.(the hard approach doesnt really work on me,the soft approach of making me guilty does)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since i join Charlie Chan's(CC) tuition so late(when im only 3 mths away frm As),i have been attending tuition lessons up to 4 times a wk to catch up.Mr CC charges 220 for 4 lessons so my sis is actually busting 220 a wk just for me. MAN I FEEL LIKE THE WORLD'S BIGGEST SINNER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok i shall just stop talking abt her goodness.Im going to start crying already.haha The Lakehouse is coming out!Starring MY favourite &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KEANU REEVES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!Gg to b some sad love story n i can cry my heart out agn.The last time i cried my heart out in a cinema is with the foursome n able to just let it all out n cry(becuz ur frens r all crying too.in fact the whole cinema.theres nothing embarassing abt it.) ... the feeling is awesome n extremely therapeutic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past wk,alison n kelly have been telling him i look angry.Like HUH!I tot i look frenly!When im just LOOKING( i am really looking, not diaoing) someone,they say i look very fierce.Whatever happened to me!!?? An alien must have injected me with the "hate the whole world" gene when im slping for an experiment they r doing.Damn the aliens.Im determined to change my newly acquired fierce look n b smiley all over. :) =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thers something i know abt someone.But i can only keep quiet abt it becuz im nt supp to know.This is my blog.I just have to rant abt it.Shes mean,puts on a pretence,selfish,disgusting.She dun care whether u r upset by what she do or say to u becuz all she cares is all abt herself.By putting on a pretence as a forte,not many ppl know abt her true side.I wld hate to admit but shes brilliant in a sense.Shes the 2nd in our "Bitchiest person i have ever met" list.The 1st is this person who went crying to a fren n accusing me of something i NV did.That ultimate bitch actually wanted to spoil the frenship btw me n my fren n to win my fren's affection(my fren is a guy).So apparently she won n im glad im out of &lt;strong&gt;UR PATHETIC LIFE&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BITCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.(i keep telling myself janet its over so lets nt care abt her but i always get so so misunderstood n wronged when i recall tat incident.N now i sound like the bitchy one.)I tot she wld b the first n last bitchy person i wld ever meet in my sch yrs n now here comes another.I nv did anything to bitch no.2.But she just wants to force me into her life by comparing me with her.But what she do to my frens is worse than what she do to me.N TAT just infuriates me.Seroiusly,**ck off  n go migrate to north pole or if u can, go venus n nv come back.The ppl on Earth doesnt need u to hurt n upset their lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-115364035114543973?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115364035114543973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=115364035114543973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/115364035114543973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/115364035114543973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2006/07/49-days-to-prelims.html' title='49 Days to Prelims.'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-115211543910585613</id><published>2006-07-05T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T01:53:10.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BALLACK!</title><content type='html'>Germany lost!Altho im quite pek chek with them for not seizing the chances they have to perform,i dont wan them to lose to stupid italy.Italians r like a bunch of rude n despicable ppl.OK mayb despicable is too heavy a word.BUT STILL,when germans extend their hand to b friendly they actually ignore them or push it away.And the italians.Can have a go in acting if they retire from soccer since they have such strong passion for acting on field.I feel so sad for germany that italy score in the last 2 mins of the extra time.Its just 2 more mins n it will b penalty.N their goalie damn zai so at least theres a gd chance of them winning by penalty.Just 2 more mins!!so wasted.Let the damn italians win.boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/798/932/320/ballack%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/798/932/320/ballack%213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/798/932/320/ballack%212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 340px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="329" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/798/932/320/cuteballack%21.jpg" width="205" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think ballack is so cute.But he already have 3 kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to go slp first have to catch the match later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-115211543910585613?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115211543910585613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=115211543910585613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/115211543910585613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/115211543910585613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2006/07/ballack.html' title='BALLACK!'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-115203294091835788</id><published>2006-07-05T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T01:09:00.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im in love with my hairstylist!</title><content type='html'>Went to cut my hair today.Ya i know im always cutting my hair.This time rd!I look human n even girlish!hahaha yeah my previous haircut made me look like a small boy.ANYWAY,i love my new hair.Tats provided i know how to style it.Like how the wonder fingers of kelvin(my hairstylist) did it for me.I have a confession.IM IN LOVE WITH KELVIN!=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hes young,rich(since he owns the shop n charges quite high for his service),talented(hes the director hairstylist),nice(he gave me 20percent off),friendly(he asked me for my name!!*brimming with bliss*and he told me abt his shop yadda yadda),charismatic(the way he look when he is working seriously on my hair is =D ),cool( he has his own style). MAN.Tell me this is love.hahaha Im gg back to see him after 6 weeks!:) Cutting hair is nv gonna be boring!haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first i tot hes some chao ah beng with tattoos on the whole of his left or right hand. N i was telling alison n kelly if i kena him, he wld probably twist my head out when hes angry cutting my hair or something.And i suay suay kena him.But its fate i tell u .Today,im destined to meet him.Dun think im mad.This is my normal self.hahaha!Now who said i hate tattoos!I ABSOLUTELY hate ppl who sterotype guys with lots of tattoos as ah bengs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta watch tv now,world cup later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-115203294091835788?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115203294091835788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=115203294091835788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/115203294091835788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/115203294091835788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-in-love-with-my-hairstylist.html' title='Im in love with my hairstylist!'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-115185719568268813</id><published>2006-07-02T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T00:19:55.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My pri sch fren said hi to me at far east today.&lt;br /&gt;Caught me by surprise becuz i havent seen her for yrs.haha yeah tat long i think.&lt;br /&gt;And according to my sis,i actually am quite dao by just saying hello to her twice n start walking away.According to my sis,she says im very patronising.&lt;br /&gt;But tats not what i meant!I am really surprised to c her so i was just caught by the moment n i dunno what to say.Yes im dumb at reacting fast to such sudden situations.And as i was walking quite briskly with my sis on the streets when my fren called out to me,i guess its kind of natural tat im in a slow-walk manner aft saying hello right?But i really meant to chat with her for awhile but as i dunno what to say so i just stare at her in a very surprised manner.But she also walked away aft we said hello.&lt;br /&gt;I lost  quite a few of my pri sch frens' hp no. since i change my phon n no. so many times so i took a few hrs b4 i got hold of her no. n smsed her.phew glad tat im contacting her agn.Talking to an old fren felt great:) There was this other time on the bus.I saw my pri sch fren which i havent seen for yrs.haha yeah its been tat long since we last contact each other.IN fact,she saw me n i din notice her at all.She sat next to me at the other side of the bus n i really cldnt recognise her at all.So when i was looking ard the bus casually n happen to catch her eye,she actually smiled to me n i was kinda freaked out.(I said im dumb at reacting to such sudden situations n its not everyday tat a stranger smiles to u for no reason)Since i dun recognise her at the moment(she changed quite abit),i gave her a "u r weird" face n looked away.Then i tot awile abt it n realise who she is.Ya la im damn slow.But by then im too paiseh to go to her n say hello since i actually gave her tat stupid look of mine.N when i look over to her side agn,she was looking out of the window n i presumed she must b too paiseh to ever look over to my side agn.So there u go,all my old frens must b thinking im some snob n dao irritating person.Im not surprised if im not invited to any pri sch gatherings or outings.hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today,as me n my sis were walking to far east,i saw this cute guy n i was looking at him when my sis suddenly interrupt me n ask me why i look at the guy liddat.Then i was like,"oh shit,this is so embarassing to admit tat im checking out a cute guy to my elder sis." Then,as i try to avoid her qns, i asked her y she ask me that n she said:"Becuz u diao tat person so i wonder y u look so fierce lo." =_=" Its not the first time ppl misunderstood the way i look at ppl.When im looking at ppl with nothing on my mind,ppl say i diao tat person n look damn weird/pissed.So now im nt surprised if i die on the streets becuz i may jus happen to look at this ah beng thinking hes cute but he misunderstood me n chop off my tongue or gouge my eyes or something.But i dun think i will ever think an ah beng is cute so im nt gg to die so soon yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt misunderstood the whole day .I hate being misunderstood n i AM being misunderstood for such never-cross-my-mind things.So to solve such misunderstandings , i normally will become what ppl misunderstand me of.So from tmr onwards, i shall diao whoever catch my eye n diao all the aunties n uncles who squeeze into trains b4 the passengers(read:me) alight.I will diao all the ppl on the bus n mrt taking up the seats,in hope tat they will b scared of me n give up seats to me.I will ignore all my frens,current or old.When they say hi,i will snob them n DIAO them b4 giving them dirty looks as if i dunno them.When they send me a sms,i will send a sms scolding vulgarities back.When they talk to me,i will behave like a bangala n give them a piercing stare right into their bones so tat they think im a pervert n will ignore me forever.Most importantly,i will not bath from now on till the day i die so tat i can take on the role of a bangala better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im damn good at solving misunderstandings. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-115185719568268813?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115185719568268813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=115185719568268813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/115185719568268813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/115185719568268813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-pri-sch-fren-said-hi-to-me-at-far.html' title=''/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-114985024815003911</id><published>2006-06-09T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T18:50:48.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UNhappy june hols</title><content type='html'>June holidays r here n it doesnt make me happy anymore.GAH Being a j2 doesnt seem a very happy thing.Mid yrs r at our doorsteps n its the 2nd last major exam away from A levels.MAN.I mreally not prepared for the big A but i dun wanna waste a yr(oh the prospects of its is depressing) so JANET,BUCK UP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to happier stuff...today i was uber suay when it started raining heavily when i was at cck interchange.So when i took the bus to sch,i reached the sch bus stop n is stuck at the bus stop becuz i had no umbrella.It is a heavy downpour,the kind bangalas rejoice n thank the heavens becuz tats the time they cld take their shampoos n bath under the powers of mother nature.I was stuck at the pathetic bus stop which didnt provide very sufficient shelter since theres strong wind n standing under it makes me feel helpless that im still getting wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to get  a cab but obviously theres no cab(even if there is the uncle will just sit comfortably in their taxi n watch u flail ur hands madly n IGNORE u UNTIL u surrender n BOOKACAB.)I walk to the block n think of other ways to get to sch(stupid sch what a long stretch of road n no shelters AT ALL).As i stood there looking at the carpark i wld have to cross,these STUPID STINKY SNEAKY indian BOY from teck whye sec sch is also stranded there with his frens.Apparently,he thinks scaring girls r funny&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(N HE DARED TO DO THAT WHEN IM WEARING THE RUGBY" TAKE  ME DOWN IF U CAN" SHIRT!!!WHAT AUDACITY.ITS EITHER HES ILLITERATE OR HE DONT SEEM TO REGARD ME AS OF ANY THREAT.I BET ITS THE FORMER.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And so mr illiterate tot i wld b stupid n chiong under the heavy rain to sch becuz i keep looking at the car park.So he started shouting behind me:"Hey girl,BYE!" Like excuse me whos girl,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IM UR MOTHER OK&lt;/span&gt;.So obviously i ignored him n he continued shouting.=_=" So now we know besides be rather retarded,he lead a sad n lonely life where he is desperate for strangers to talk to him.He shouted louder each time n he shouted like 5 times?I tot he wld stop aft 3 times or something but he continued on until 5 HAHA SO STUPID!At the pt when he shouted the 5th time,his volume is actually really loud n he sounded like hes ready to beat me up if i dun respond to him when he shouted another time.I was actually really quite traumatised by then so i walked to the other side of the block where the world is &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BRIGHT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres quite a few pj ppl stranded there too n they actually just WALK to sch,with no brolly.So i waited n waited,hoping someone i know will come save me with a brolly BUT only j1s come to sch!n they had no umbrella.I lost hope,feeling miserable n sad tat i even came to sch since i will b so late for lessons THEN!A kind auntie appear!!!!On a cloud with wings ard her.She came down to give her daughter umbrella but she thinks there wld b sch-gg kids stranded under her block so she brought an extra umbrella down to give these poor kids.SO SO SO SO KIND!!So she gave the extra brolly to this other pri sch kid n shared the umbrella with me n fetched me to sch!I felt so touched seriously.When u r comfortably at home,feeling snug n cosy in this rainy weather,wld u think of poor pathetic souls trapped under ur block by the rain??She told me tat our pj students r funny becuz we r always late n there wld always b students climbing the fence at the canal.HAHAHA!She wld also help them when shes there for her morning run.hahaha so nice right!!! So helpful.She did me good today n i must pass it on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched "Shes the man" on tuesday with kelly,alison n darrell.Its damn freaking funny!!WE laughed thru out the whole movie.hahaha We planned to watch the omen but guess everybody was quite a scaredy cat at heart so we change it to a light hearted movie in the end.Lucky nv watch the omen,it seems the review for it isnt tat gd.Anybod who hasnt watched "Shes the man" mus go watch!Def worth the tix price.Another nice movie coming up but released in end of july =( " The lake house"!starring keanu reeves!A remake of a korean sad love story.I LOVE sad love stories.haha Its more like i love to cry when i watch these shows.haha becuz its the time when u can really cry openly when watching movies becuz everybod else in the cinema will b crying with u.ya la im an emo kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh n i realised i have been getting really impatient n easily angered.I dunno what possessed me but im trying to not let it bcum a permanent part of me.Its scary how i seem to have frequent sudden outbursts recently.Like anger is my first name.I mean the whatever anger me in the past,i wld just keep quiet n do nothing abt it.Now,im like such an angry person.OH WELLS.Im gg off now,will b studying bio today.bio oh bio what a scary subject.But my nephew is def more scary.Im so glad hes gg back his own hse for the wkend.Peace at last.Hallelujah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-114985024815003911?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/114985024815003911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=114985024815003911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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keeps me happy whenever anything disturbs my mood. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wisdom tooth is growing n my head hurts.Heard from my sis that happens becuz ur nerve is being affected by the wisdom tooth's growth.She said i wld have to go for an operation to pluck out the wisdom tooth if the pain persists.I just pray tat my head will just stop hurting so i dun have to go for the stupid operation.The idea of it is so freaky!The last time when my sis went for that operation she told me its damn painful. :( But im pretty encouraged by the fact tat my head hurt so much ytd night but i felt alot better today,except for the occasional throbbing pain at the back of my head.So its an improvement!haha Hope tat it will stop completely by tml.haha so tat i dun have to visit the dentist abt the troublesome tooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The long weekend is here again!so happy!N this fabulous hong kong desset cafe has opened a branch near my hse!So i can have my peanut butter condensed milk toast whenever i want :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alison wants to intro me her bf's buddy due to my desperate ending in my last blog entry.haha Think i sound too desperate.hey but every girl wants someone sweet n nice to care for her afterall right?Can someone b understanding pls!?hahaha, damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rugby guys played well against cjc on wed and won with a score of 50-nil!!!How gd is tat man.We cheered ourselves silly.They gave their best n hope they perform as well against jjc in the finals. :D As for us,we have no nationals at all :( (being the poor underprivileged sport in spore),but we organised friendlys!against ny,jj,sa,nj,sr,ac.next week!yeah!ts been so long since we played a proper 6 on 6 game.Trgs been concentrating on the juniors these days so im sooo excited when we can played some last few games before we step down.(imagine no trgs all the way till As)Think im gonna join touch rugby when i go to uni.I just cant stop playing it just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother's day coming,what r u guys doing for ur mum?In any case,mums r more noble than dads becuz they actually give up so much things just to give birth to us.Mums look like a puffy ball during n aft the pregnancy n whether they can shed off the extra weight is a matter of luck becuz its nt tat easy to lose weight aft all.Imagine the emotional trauma they have to undergo when their husbands(ur dads) n their family n frens poke fun at them of their jiggly tummy.Especially when ur mums r initially slim before the pregnancy.And the feeling of putting up with not bathing for 1 month aft the birth of u SUCKS BIG TIME.Its really not surprising y they get post-natal depression u know.Imagine being fat,bloated,smelly,sticky and tired(waking up at unearthly hrs to feed a irritatingly noisy crying baby) all at the same time.See how great mothers r?They r like semi-divine.hahaha I know becuz my sister is once slim,n i tot she wld stay slim since shes those kind tat will nv get fat no matter how much she eat n voila pregnancy made her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw so ugly photos of myself when im in lower sec.oh my god i can finally proudly say to myself i look humane for once now.haha seriously.n i shall go burn those pics now.it can actually serve only ONE useful purpose of a amulet.To scare the ghosts off with a pic of something scarier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(suddenly turning holy) All gods above, pls bless us in winning the games next week.WE can do it agn as a team! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-114743314407073886?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/114743314407073886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a gloomy day.I witnessed 2 ppl crying n both just cried their hearts out.I felt so sad for them too.I learnt alot yesterday..made me realised so much.&lt;br /&gt;Or rather tis week,i learnt quite a fair bit.Lots of self-reflection on my part too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleared up everything with kaiyin.If u r reading this,i wan to tell u im more sure than ever that we r gonna be each other's bridesmaid if we r gonna get married or if we remain spinsters,we will not b losers n we shall live tgt then.But dun worry,i dun think we will b left on the shelf.At the worst,we shall just share arthur.(!!!) hahaha You can always count on me to b there for u (: I will never give it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people look like they know everything n everyone n is one of those "cool n fun"(dunno whether tis is an apt word) ppl ard.Mayb these ppl(call them  ABC) need to gain a sense of closeness with ppl or what,they like to bitch abt everything n everyone.Go ard doing that n ABC will realise they spoil things for themselves when the whole world turn against them.ABC is the typical kind of lower human beings who bitch to other ppl abt their frens(or so they claim) n then bitch to their frens abt the same ppl they bitched to previously.They r the type who can bitch abt everyone regardless whether the person is their close fren or whether the person is nice.They dont give a damn becuz they think bitching abt ppl is damn fun.&lt;br /&gt;I feel sad for them becuz i know they r lonely.The kind of conversation these ABC type of ppl have with their so called gd frens r ALWAYS revolving ard bitching abt ppl.I mean how shallow is tat?At the end of the day,they have nv really got to know their frens at all n the closest person to them is probably only their shadow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn from some rogues ytd that i look like im someone easy to bully.I have always tot mayb im too sensitive when i think ppl r trying to bully me or take advantage of me becuz they know i wont reject whatever stupids things they say.I think i used to b easy to bully.But nowadays,i get extremely irritated with anyone who tries to give me any shit just becuz they THINK im easy to bully.Between me n somebod who will give u attitude,ppl wld rather choose to order me or bully me becuz they know they wont lose my frenship becuz i am frenly n im always with a smiley face.So ppl wld rather try to please the person with the attitude to secure tat person's frenship.Give me shit n dun ever expect me to treat u nicely,i shall do tat since tats wat ppl dig right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 month plus n we r gonna step down from touch rugby.I will really really miss it .Im so used to looking forward to wednesdays n fridays becuz i can train n be with the rogues.I am sure life aft step down will suck alot alot.Have friendly matches with ac,jj,sa,ny,sr coming up next week.Hope things will b cleared b4 we step down so tat we can leave touch happily. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging is good.I shall try to do it more frequently.So tat it can help me get in touch with my inner self.hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys r bastards but i wan a boyfren now.What an irony huh.haha never mind me.It just tat illness of mine--love deficient syndrome.hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-114628985111459656?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/114628985111459656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=114628985111459656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/114628985111459656'/><link rel='self' 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Obviously,some mosquitos r on the loose in my hse n even my nephew is nt spared.What r those mosquitos thinking...HES JUS A KID!My bro-in-law jus killed a mosquito with his hands n he showed us the white stripes on its legs.   !!!!!!!   Everybody got bitten but not as badly as me.I got a very high probability of... of...lets nt say it out.Kaiyin say i wld have to wait for 2 wks to c if anything happens to me.Wish me luck guys, but if theres ever a need, i wld need sun flowers n roses to cheer me up.And pls do visit me too.Pls pray for me :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-114339322858130530?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/114339322858130530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=114339322858130530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/114339322858130530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/114339322858130530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-have-13-mosquito-bites-on-my-right.html' title=''/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-114339075733645695</id><published>2006-03-26T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T00:32:37.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Common tests r quite bad.I know i din try hard enough for it so i shall not complain abt how bad my results will turn out to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with jiam(yea tats her new nick) on friday.Had hell lot of fun.Miss gg out with her.Never fails to laugh like a monster when im with her.Oh my what kind of description is tat.WE made a fool of ourselves individually at the same time.She went running ard the bus stop laughing to herself hysterially TWICE, thinking tat im running aft her.Everybody at the bus stop tot shes mad.Meanwhile,i ran away frm the bus stop from her,thinking tat shes running aft me, and im laughing hysterically to myself too.An ang moh uncle threw me a dirty look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Things seem different isnt it?Mayb its just an accident.But it just so happens tat i can feel it too.Lets hope the day tat we have to confront each other on this issue will never come.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to find kaiyin n reina aft jiam went off.Had a short catch up with reina.Glad to know tat shes doing well ,tat lucky bitch is gg hongkong.Sorry reina for nt contacting u!So much has been on my mind, sorry!Will contact u aft i get my new no. alright?Anyway,pls dun sms or call me at my no. for now.Im changing my handphone will b getting a new line.WE wanted to take a photo outside tis tv featuring the singapore fashion wk.I asked tis man whos in his late 20s whos approaching us to take a photo for us.I mean how diff is it to take a photo!?I tot he wld agree, like naturally.But tat only applies in my world.Obviously,hes in another world.He walked past us,waving to me half-heartedly as he walk past,and he gave a rather shocked n patronising smile.His body lang told me tat he tot im trying to pick him up.Like what the hell.I was so appalled that i immediately rolled my eyes as he walked past us.Then suddenly he felt guilty or something n agreed to help.But just as he turn back,he saw me rolling my eyes......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ytd,went to help cheryl celebrate her belated b day at cafe cartel with chris,karmun and jiam.WE spend 2 hrs there laughing our heads off and talking to each other as if we r in our own world.Im sure the ppl at cafe cartel were glad when we left.N jiam even terrorise tis pj guy who worked as a waiter there.When we told him we wanted the bill, he din even wan to bring the bill to us.She went to ask him " R u from pj?" in tat super i-wan-to-pick-u-up voice when he fill our drinks for us.And we already told her hes from pj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catched up with chang zhen today at causeway.Shes the same old spastic girl.Found out we bought the same sports shoes unwittingly.Hersheys sundae pie is WOO.haha Im happy that we still have so much to talk abt. :) Cheers to a still-gg-strong frenship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way,we lose frens,we gain frens.There r some frenships tat u will feel bad tat they r lost.However,no matter how hard u try,u can just never get it back.Becuz ppl change,u change, things change.U may make the effort to keep the frenship but if ur fren dun care,what can u do?Ur fren might have tried very hard to keep in contact with u ,but if u dun appreciate those smses tat ur fren send u to ask abt u,how can ur fren do?Think abt it, r there times tat u r guilty of neglecting a fren's effort to keep the frenship btw u 2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way home just now,saw a young woman helping a very old lady carry a huge pile of compressed cardboard boxes.The old lady was so happy she keep thanking the young woman.Mayb its been a long time since someone offered to help her...We r always busy n concerned with only ourselves...whens the last time we took time out to care abt others?To care abt the less fortunate?To care abt those who wished their whole lives to have things that we have.I was wondering what i wld have done when i see the old lady.I was thinking mayb i wld just walked past her without realising she needed help.Then i felt so bad.Y cldnt i just pay more attention to those who needed help.Sigh im so caught up with me,myself and i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole entry doesnt really link up n i shall continue being random.I think i need a supernanny at home.My nephew is getting out of hand n hes too young for me to slap him.hahaha nah u dun really think i wld slap him did u?Heh. Did u guys watch supernanny?U guys shld watch it n get a glimpse of my life.He puts me in fear n anger everyday when he do ridiculous things like deriving joy from knocking his head repeatedly on the wall,putting his neck over the edge of his bed n try to strangle himself,biting things so hard his gums bleed,struggle out of my hands when im carrying him even at the risk of falling down to the grd.Hes only 1 yr plus.He looks like hes gonna ba a psycho when he grow up.IM worried.Really worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging is gd.I must try to blog regularly,to keep a record of my life.OR else with my short term memory, im nv gonna have a record of my life when im 18.Its gonna just b blank in my brain when im 20 or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly,an old photo to top it all off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/798/932/320/menchangzhenatespla.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                 A photo of changzhen n me taken at esplanade during dec hols.WE had a crazy night tat day.OH YA!MY sis n mum r gg to msia tis wkend!Stayover, anyone? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-114339075733645695?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/114339075733645695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=114339075733645695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/114339075733645695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/114339075733645695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2006/03/common-tests-r-quite-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-114270497622483689</id><published>2006-03-19T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T02:02:56.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A supposed mugger.</title><content type='html'>I miss playing touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea RIGHT NOW at 1.55am.Im supposed to b doing my bio essays.Yet,my mind cant help but imagine playing a game on the field.Suddenly,i miss running.haha How strange is tat.Running on the field always give me a adrenaline rush n i need tat right now to keep my eyes open for me to do my essays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh.And bio is on monday.Which is technically tmr.  !!!! Thats freaky.Who is tat selfish person who made 1 day to b of only 24 hrs!!??Oh wells janet is a naughty girl who dun cherish her time.Serve u right.I have to pass my common test or else i cant play  touch anymore.How sad is tat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun wanna imagine what will happen if it really happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-114270497622483689?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/114270497622483689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=114270497622483689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/114270497622483689'/><link rel='self' 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so much becuz we all know hes just someone whos only capable of scolding fcuk u n cb in every sentence he say n he watch porn everyday.He only thinks of himself n he did something so childish n insensitive last wednesday.That made alot of us very pissed with him.As if he doesnt look qian bian enuff,he have to fight with darrell too.So so so the ruggers knew abt his stupid behaviour aft he fought with darrell.When our last lesson chem ended at 1130,we have like ard 6 ruggers waiting outside the class for him.All ready to scare him.He must b really scared since we have been talking loudly(of course on purpose) that he die liao, dare to offend darrell later the ruggers surely will come beat him up right after his school ends.He was so scared he dun dare to walk past the ruggers n instead walk the other way down to the canteen.And so the ruggers followed him ard the school.hahaha Its a really funny sight seeing him trying not to cross the path of the ruggers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Common Tests r nearing n i just found out ytd tat ppl who took the re-exams last yr n do not do well for the common tests may have to be demoted.The prospect of it is really scary.Altho alison said they r just threatening us,but its better to take it for real.Anyway,the teacher-in-charge for touch rugby said tat those who dont do well for common tests,will have to stop trg.Thats a really big threat.I already predicted tat schs gonna b so boring aft the cca stops in May.In &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;another 8 mths time im gonna take the As.How scary is tat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I havent got back my ez-link card yet n im like freaking pissed with the sbs ppl.They have the nerve to tell me they detain my card n nv do anything to it.GREAT!So whats the pt of detaining my card when u r nt gonna do anything to it??U caused me 2 weeks of inconvenience.U guys r the best man.I have to buy standard ticket to n back from sch.Paying adult fare for 2 weeks for NOTHING.Just becuz u guys detain my card back to ur office to collect dust?I have to hound the sbs ppl with my phone calls just becuz u guys said u will call back but u nv did.Thanks for such an inefficient service.My bro-in-law n sis called to scold them in 2 consecutive days right aft the day i called.They must be so scared of anyone who introduced themselves with the surname Koh right now.The moment my bro-in-law got thru the line, he asked to talk to the manager.The "sorry-i-dun-waste-my-time-talking-to-auntie-operators-who-dun-take-complains-seriously" attitude.I like his style.hahaha Hes seriously my idol now.He scolded the shit out of tat manager n the manager dun even dare to take too long to call back my bro-in-law becuz my bro-in-law complained to him how the operators din call me back when they promised to.Im so stupid to hound the operators.I should go straight to talking to the manager!How stupid can i get man.The freaking operator must have been scolded by the manager becuz she even called me to ask me to inform my bro-in-law what they told me becuz " ur bro seem very frustrated".I told them "i am very frustrated as well!" n the operator just gave a VERY fake laugh n changed topic.N stupid me actually just let her get off with it.They must be thinking im a young kid since they know my ic no. n so din tot much of what i scolded them.DAMN.17 yrs old nt old enuff to scold u ah!?Stupid old hag.That is whats so annoying abt these old people.They think they r old tats means they r right.Being right is nt a privilege all old ppl have okay!?I tot old ppl shld b wiser?Apparently,ppl really DO get more retarded as they age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Im really happy my whole family felt so indignant for me becuz of tat ez-link incident.The way the protect me becuz they think im still a kid(obviously since my sisters r at least a decade older than me.)The way they scolded the managers n operators n the 2 offices that were involved in this becuz they bullied their little sister.Although i dun wan them to take me as a kid now,but somehow i felt so loved to know that they care so much becuz to them, im still a fragile small kid they need to protect.Being the baby sister really rocks,especially with such caring family members like them :)))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-114085498309165055?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/114085498309165055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;U dun have to care abt what ppl say or what ppl do.Just b urself.U know u have done nothing wrong n tats enuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its been nearly a month since i last blogged.Im really too lazy n tired to blog.I dun even wan to finish my homework on sch days let alone blog n tat leaves wkends.But im tat lazy really, so the blog jus hafta collect dust for the moment.But i have to blog tis down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;zhithewen! says:&lt;br /&gt;eh you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zhithewen! says:&lt;br /&gt;bitching about people iwth GIRLS is damn fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zhithewen! says:&lt;br /&gt;omg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zhithewen! says:&lt;br /&gt;nothing is more fun than that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-Jan-* =) says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zhithewen! says:&lt;br /&gt;i can bitch about my sch people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-Jan-* =) says:&lt;br /&gt;ya becuz girls r damn bitchy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zhithewen! says:&lt;br /&gt;then you cna bitch about pj people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zhithewen! says:&lt;br /&gt;i'll know the pj people anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zhithewen! says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zhithewen! says:&lt;br /&gt;you mena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zhithewen! says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU?&lt;br /&gt;zhithewen! says:&lt;br /&gt;bitchy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-Jan-* =) says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zhithewen! says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-Jan-* =) says:&lt;br /&gt;NAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-Jan-* =) says:&lt;br /&gt;im not a girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-Jan-* =) says:&lt;br /&gt;im a man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-Jan-* =) says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zhithewen! says:&lt;br /&gt;........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zhithewen! says:&lt;br /&gt;show me your balls next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zhithewen! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ITs so darn funny i feel so sad nobody is laughing with me right now!haha.OKay so blogging abt tis funny conversation gave me the momentum to blog.Jus tat i lost all the excitement to blog abt the things i wanna blog like the sun n surf game.Got a really gd goodie bag n nice singlet.WE r so gonna join it agn next yr,nt for the game but for the goodie bag.haha We r damn cheapskate.Anyway the game was crap.Nj's coach was like playing the game too n we r also playing against the guys so we kinda go there n laugh at ourselves.Took loads of photos during the interval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/798/932/320/agrpphotoofbeachotuch.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/798/932/320/enjoyingpocarisweat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                                                             POCARI Sweat is free over there .&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/798/932/320/nicephoto.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                             Thats why we r enjoying ourselves so much with it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/798/932/320/ourbeachtouchjailtags.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And for that they have to write these prisoner-of-war style jail tags on us.Mj STILL got a print of it on her hand NOW.How loser is tat.hahaha &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/798/932/320/alananme.jpg" border="0" /&gt; WE also have to bear the disturbing from annoying lao tikos like the one lurking behind alana n me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/798/932/320/nosecretphotosofme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                                                       And please stop looking at me already.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I became a permanent bangala ever since tat game becuz the tan i got from the naval game havent even wear off n i got myself baked agn.This time rd i wore a cap n put sunblock all over myself but still i got tis permanent bangala tan tat is so disgusting.U know i dun wanna get caught for groping girls' asses at town.Went towning with jiamin aft tat.Was great :))).I think i need doses of her every wk.Shes keeping me alive for sch by being such a fantastic best fren.Sch is getting very annoying.But nvm now we have alison n darrell in the class.haha Now we make a happy foursome.The 4 girls:kelly alison darrell n me.HAHAHA!Alison is my butter-sugar-toast-eating partner n is also someone who will always acc me to eat becuz shes always hungry.Oh ya n shes a lao maid too.Always attituding me.But i like it. ;) Hahaha Darrell is the keep-me-awake-for-lessons-with-his-jokes little boy.His impersonation of "our fave classmate(like right)" is so classic.OH ya our "fave" classmate(lets call him j-lookalike) is so irritating.Becuz he n his 2 frens always occupy this 3 seats at the last row's corner n theres tis day when we spill over to their side of the 3 seats with darrell occupying tat j-lookalike seat.Becuz he n his 2 frens arrive later at the class so when he got there n see darrell standing at HIS table he got so pissed he actually scolding darrell cb.Alison n me were like so shocked when we heard tat.Like hello, u always sit there doesnt mean tats ur permanent seat right.Seating at other places will get u piles meh??Afterwhich,he actually take the chance tat darrell havent sit on the seat n he quickly planted his butt on the seat.Like damn childish can.And surprising darrell actually jus moved away la.HE din say anything n just moved to the 2nd row by himself.Alison n me were like more angry than him.Then as darrell leave,i was like shouting out loud(for j-lookalike) :"But darrell,u r a rugger!" I was hoping to see darrell tackle him n throw him down the classroom block la.But oh wells.Apparently,that j-lookalike is so pissed he started banging his things ard n look at me with the screwed up angry face.With darrell gone,i have to sit beside tat eew n tat mus have been my most miserable time of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wan to b fair.I want to b sheet white.haha Being like a bangala is nt fun at all.Im so random!haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OH n i realised tat i have become a more confident person who will stand up for herself.Like my ez link card got detained by bus driver incident,i actually argued with the bus driver.If it was in the past,i wld nt ask anything abt it n just accept the fact tat my ez-link card got detained by no particular reason.I used to b the kind of person who takes n accept everything u say or give me.Im tat stupid.But now,im so gonna complain and scold the stupids sbs company if they ever get back to me n tell me theres nothing wrong with my card.It was so inconvenient for me for the past wk becuz i have to buy mrt standard ticket EVERY-SINGLE-FREAKING-DAY n i have to have loads of coins with me so tat i can take bus to sch n from home.And i have been told i can only get back my card earliest on wednesday.They have to detain my card for 1 wk plus those stupid asses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;More updates the next time i see or hear a funny thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Its really time to stop day-dreaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-114029071376019212?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/114029071376019212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=114029071376019212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/114029071376019212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/114029071376019212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2006/02/u-dun-have-to-care-abt-what-ppl-say-or.html' title=''/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-113837225212533073</id><published>2006-01-27T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T22:30:52.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 week of gay shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Im extremely pissed with a particular someone for this past week.GRRRR.I had enuff of tis gay shit!ARGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He has been picking on me becuz i am always late for school.Tot tchers supp to b wise n be impartial.*roll eyes*Apparently,he also thinks tat touch rug is something evil distracting me frm my studies.If i ever get the chance i will stuff my smelly boot up his mouth n nostril.GRRRRR ROAR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its either he hates me tats y hes always picking on me or he is secretly in love with me tats y hes always trying ways to chat me up and want to get my attention.Quit trying.Oh but i tot hes gay!?So i think he hates me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I want to go toilet n ask for his permisssion.He tells me:"Why do u always go toilet during my lesson!? And seeing tat im holding my water bottle,he said agn:"Later then fill." And he only allow me to go VERY RELUCTANTLY only aft i said tat i need to pee.EXCUSE ME.I tot peeing is part of the whole list of human rights???And what is wrong if i need to go toilet every of his lesson?Cant i need to pee every of his lesson?I dunno what kind of ppl is in his world tat everyone only pees like once a day and tat is probably when they r slping so tat peeing doesnt interfere their work or lesson or studies. *roll eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OKay nvm im damn upset with him already n later on during his lesson,he wanted us to form grps and fill in a table concerning the chapter,each person coming up with 1 thing to fill the table without looking at the notes(which he emphasises on).I finish filling up the table and so my turn is over n i pass it to Alison and i din even look at the notes when im filling it in.Then when alison is writing,i took out my notes n read n he suddenly pop out n say:"Janet,dun read ur notes!!" .Im damn upset with him already n he have to disturb me at tat time.I gave him attitude n said:"Im not writing what!!" And he can do nothing abt it..jus gimme tat "Fine lo!" face.HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then today,during morning assembly,i was talking to kelly who was behind me tats y i was turning back to talk to her.My whole class everybody talking la.Like who listens to announcements!?But he will specially walk frm the front of the class all the way to ard the middle of the class where i am n say to me:"Janet,stop talking.Listen to the announcement." =______________= Alright i shall start bracing myself up for the scrutiny from him everyday now.ARGHHHHHH!grr.In the class,during j1-j2 interaction time, kelly ,darrell n me were just sitting on the tables at 1 side,minding our own business and talking to one another when he have to suddenly pop out of nowhere agn,this time rd with a camera n say to us:"Come,the 3 later-comers of the class take a picture tgt." EXCUSE ME!?Teaching is a govt job n he shld know well tat spore is a democratic country and govt has always been emphasising tat everybody is equal.But y is he attempting to grp us as the late-comers and try to ostracise us.haha ya i know my thinking damn off n ass.But i wld say anything to argue with him.I argued back,"But u cant ostracise us liddat what.We r a class but y r u naming us and grouping us like that.U very mean leh." Im very very upset with him.But it feels great to see his " okay la fine la!" face.HAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Think i will get tired of arguing with him one day.Hai.Better be a gd girl when sch reopens on wed.Finish his tutorial,do well in his test,reach sch b4 the cleaners,consult him everyday,greet and bow to him everytime i c him,wear ankle length skirt n mid calf length socks,tuck in my shirt,keep quiet everytime he picks on me and even better agree with him n slap myself angrily while apologising.Ummmmm mayb tat will really change his impression of me so when i successfully change his opinion of me,i will b able to get away for everything becuz by then he will nt care abt me as he has someone new to pick on.HURRAY!!!Alright,so which one shld i start with first?ehh..i shall go buy mid calf length socks n add cloth to my skirt now.Or train myself to pee only when im slping.Janet,u desperately need to b &lt;em&gt;the kind of ppl&lt;/em&gt; in his world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chinese new year eve tml!WHOPEEE!haahaha Im finally sounding alot happier now aft the whiny-mean-bitchy janet is gone.IT feels so gr8 to do nothing but jus gamble, eat and really just soak myself in the festive season(indulge in eating all the new yr goodies) for the next 4 days! :)))))) Shall update more abt tcher frm hell n cny next wk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-113837225212533073?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/113837225212533073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=113837225212533073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/113837225212533073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/113837225212533073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2006/01/1-week-of-gay-shit.html' title='1 week of gay shit'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-113731106629117784</id><published>2006-01-15T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T15:44:26.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My downfall.hahaha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Trgs last wed n thurs r a muddy affair.Since the weather is so damn bad,we have been trg in the rain for the wk n it got us really dirty as we ran across the field full of muddy puddles n got our legs stained with mud.How disgusting is tat when those wet slimy mud got splattered up ur legs n u din wash them off until the end of trg n they turned solid tat cling onto ur skin.YUCKS LA.On the thurs trg,i had one of my many embarassing moments agn.WE were playing a game n my team was the defenders.As we were playing a very fast game,i was backing as fast as i cld.Moreover,dunno for what stupid reason i was sort of running backwards with my back tilted backwards to a strange angle.Then i realise something is happening.I cant stop myself from backing n when my tean mates have stopped backing(becuz we only need to back 5 steps for 1 touch of the attackers), i am still backing.The momentum is carrying me backwards n i really cant control myself.I have to force myself to stop n i fell on my back instead n i just lie flat on the grd.DAMN STUPID CAN.I cant stop laughing aft i get myself up frm the grd as i recalled how i felt when i cant stop myself backing n how the ppl beside me saw me backing too fast in a strange manner.hahahaha! But the rest continued with the game becuz not much ppl saw me fell n im forced to play the game when i feel like roll on the grd n laugh.Ade, who is beside me, was laughing with me n both of us were trying our best to b serious n play the game becuz everyone else was playing the game very seriously.hahaha But i was like laughing as i was running la.I cant stop laughing even aft the game.hahaha.I have really bad body coordination. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The laugh really made me forget the unhappiness of losing my handphone...oh ya i lost my handphone. :(((((((((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Damn suay can.And the loss of my handphone have to coincide with the time my hp bills come. :((( My dad was very unhappy tat i used too much smses n calls. :(((( So i dunno whether he will replace me with a hp soon n i dun dare to ask him abt it becuz its like courting death as he will repeat his tirade of how i always overuse the smses n calls.I miss my handphone. :(((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Went out with chang zhen on friday.Went town eat n shopped.WE both bought a bag each frm ripcurl.heh.We were satisfied with our buys.Then went on to queensway to acc her buy her sportsshoes.She tot any sports shoes tat has a tinge of pink wld look bimbotic. =_=" Only really dumbass ppl wld think u r bimbotic jus becuz u r wearing pink things becuz its apparently a senseless stereotype.Since they r dumbass ppl, y care abt them?Ended up she cldnt get any sports shoes becuz the designs she wan doesnt have her size(shes a bigfoot) n all other designs who have her size r man shoes.hahaha!Saw huangwei!Hes got to b the only sec sch fren whom is nt in the same jc as me n din plan to meet me up yet i always bump into him on the streets!haha.Had fun with my maid tat day AGN. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sat's naval touch match.I was late n kind alana n huiyi acc-ed me to changi naval base in cab.THANKS SO MUCH!The fare came up to $26.Expected it since kaiyin told me to prepare $30 for the cabfare.But alana insisted on helping me pay $16 frm the rugby fund.Tat was really nice.Thanks :))) I played 8 games straight n i felt like dying halfway already.There is only an average of 15 mins break btw each game.=_=" That stupid Mr K*** actually had the brains to sign us up as 2 teams in tis naval touch game when each team is supp to have 10 ppl.Our whole touch rugby team actually only consist of 14 ppl,whereas reina dun wanna play n michelle cant play.So its left with the 12 ppl SO where can we find 8 ppl who can play touch rugby all of a sudden!?So when each team supp to have 10 ppl where 6 is going to play at a time while the other 4 r reserves who will subsitute those 6 on the field who r tired, we will only have 6 ppl on each team where they r no reserves.That is the same as losing the game becuz we r playing a 10 mins fast game n it is impossible that anyone can remain fast for 10 mins.WE will all die on the field.So it worked out tat mj ,kaixin,sheryl n me will b playing in our own teams, but reserves for the other teams too.So we have been playing for 8 games straight n towards the end,everybody jus din manage to give in the best...becuz of who!?That K***.But still, we got gold n silver shields.At least we won something even if its nt a very game we have played well.Was terribly sunburnt at the end of the day.I dun wan to b tanned anymore.Altho i wore a cap when we were nt playing,my face was still burnt.Look like someone who cant stop blushing.haha And my red nose make me look stupid.Will look like a wrinkly old woman few days later.:(( Nyjc wants a rematch.Can c tat they have improved alot since the last time they lost to us.No wonder they wan a rematch now.But dun think we r ready yet.Saw the games played by sp.WAH.I was enjoying myself watching them play,doing all those slick n beautiful moves.I bet those ppl sitting at grandstand watching us playing mus have felt so torturous to see us play. We mus really buck up n execute more moves n improve on our stamina n speed.Seems like theres alot of things we have to improve on..heh tats y we dun wan a rematch with ny so soon yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I want a new hp soon. :( A motorola v3 perhaps? heh.3 tests next wk..bio chem n maths.Teachers really do like torturing us. :( I look fwd to the next trg:) I dread sch now:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-113731106629117784?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/113731106629117784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=113731106629117784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/113731106629117784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/113731106629117784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-downfallhahaha.html' title='My downfall.hahaha!'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-113681945651029247</id><published>2006-01-09T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T14:37:17.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely time in Orchard</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I got pung sehed on my way to Orchard by LEE CHANG ZHEN!When 190 is at the highway,she told me she cant make it.=_="" So what can i do alone at orchard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tot i cld draw money to shop alone,altho i forgot to bring my wallet to sch today.Feeling quite happy tat my trip to orchard will nt b wasted,i was quite at peace with myself for the rest of the journey.When i was about to walk to the atm machine,it suddenly hit me tat my card was in my wallet.=_=" I know how stupid i am.So there i was,stranded at Orchard with only 3 bucks.It was raining quite heavily so i stayed under the shelter of the bus stop for a gd 20 mins n meanwhile tot abt how i cld settle my hunger pangs and set aside enuff money for me to travel home.It is pathetic u know.Like making sure i can only buy something 1 buck plus to eat so tat i can travel home.AND IM ALL ALONE AT ORCHARD WHEN IM FEELING SO POOR.Lucky i cld dig 3 bucks out of my bag or else i wld have to call some fren to bring money to orchard to rescue me.How loserish is tat."hello xxxx ah?ehh..ehh..u wanna come orchard shop nt?wah lao here damn happening! come la n got CRAZY SALES!!huh u dun feel like shopping ah?ermm.ermm...eh then can u come n lend me some money to get home?I only need 1 buck." See how pathetic i wld become.I walked ard at wisma n heeren for abit but having no money with me makes me feel so insecure.Lost the mood to see anything.Sat at the fountain at heeren for a long while as i told my sis of my plight via a long sms exchange n expect her to come orchard to acc me aft her work .I must emphasise agn tat being penniless SUCKS.I bought a 90 cent spring roll to make sure i have more money left for the journey home.LEE CHANG ZHEN,u shld b feeling very very guilty now as u imagine how i walk ALONE ard aimlessly,shivering badly frm the chill n is only able to afford 1 spring roll.Im such a pathetic dog. :( haha Lucky i brought my sweater to sch today or else i will really cry on the streets as i keep thinking how pathetic i am...poor...shivering...lonely n aimless..&lt;br /&gt;So its nt so bad aftall,im only poor lonely n aimless.Im really optimistic huh?hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Photos of ryan baby :))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/798/932/320/Img_1112.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Hey what u looking at!?See im only 11 mths old n i can raise my eyebrow!!heh.Im cute RIGHT!?heh."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/798/932/320/IMG_27851.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I heard that!Who is the one mumbling tat im nt cute!?" *kill-ur-father stare*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/798/932/320/IMG_11131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Eh so now u think im cute?haha!THANK YOU!I have always known tat becuz everybody at home calls me cutie boy.Altho i often receive such compliments,pls dun say it to me anymore.I will get shy..hee i dun dare to look at u already laa.hee."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/798/932/320/IMG_11151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Since u r so obsessed with me, i shall show u one of my many cute poses, my super dazzling mega watt smile!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/798/932/320/IMG_11191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Alright 1 last photo for u...u can print it out n make it into a gigantic poster n paste it on the ceiling above ur bed so u can c me everyday.See ya nxt time!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-113681945651029247?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/113681945651029247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=113681945651029247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/113681945651029247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/113681945651029247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2006/01/lonely-time-in-orchard.html' title='Lonely time in Orchard'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-113662182176034247</id><published>2006-01-07T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T19:01:35.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First wk of School reopened</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;Happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="news:Touch"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;News:Touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt; rugby is gonna stay for 1 more year! :) I dun have to join the stupid elective programme!YIPEE!!!But the elective programme isnt tat bad anyway,they have kayaking,inline skating n stuff..but still,touch rugby is way interesting n more fun than any of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;First day of sch was damn tiring.Its been 2 mths since i woke up at an unearthly hour of 6am and i only got to slp at 3am on monday.It is my dumb body clock.For the past 2 mths, i actually make myself slp at 3plus 4 plus.Then i wld find enjoyment in waking up in the afternoon.Now i dun have the privilege to do so.So who brought it on me?MYSELF!GRR.Changed a bio n Civic tutor.Miss Leong had gone down to teach the j1s.So Mr gabriel wong will b our new civics tutor n bio tcher.Its been a wk of sch already n i can c tat hes quite particular abt the sch rules.He even made us discuss in grps to come up with class rule n ways to build up our class spirit.(I shall nt say much more abt it becuz I know that teachers do keep blogs too n even have the time to read the past few mths entries of a student's blog.Of course, i know the power of blog hopping.Im nt gonna take the risk)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;I miss Orientation!=( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;I want Orientation.I dun wan to b a j2.Being a j2 feels weird.I WANT ORIENTATION!The days when we play silly get-to-know-ur-classmates n og mates games.The times when we cheer the way to sore throats and dance to the mass dance music.1000 plus ppl...cramping tgt in the hall tat cld barely squeeze the large amt of ppl....once the mass dance music starts,we wld b holding hands with ppl we dunno n rock our bodies to the music in grps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;Have been training in the rain these days.Especially ytd's trg.We played on the field from the time the time it is drizzling...until it started a quite heavy rain... n until the rain ceases.Can u imagine..SO SMELLY!We were sweating then the downpour made everyone dripping wet.EEW.Then when we got out of sch at ard 7 plus, it started a heavy heavy downpour agn.Mj,kaixin,ching n me chionged out of sch with whatever we had to cover ourself.They had towels n sweater.I only have my shoebag.Ended up looking really wet becuz my shoebag is quite useless in protecting me frm the rain.Went to lot 1 foodcourt to eat looking like a joke.=_=" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;Dorcas have to step down as her role of captain. =( Shes a really gd captain...She never really throw a temper or flare up no matter how lousy we performed.Whatever we do wrong,she will tell us instead of throwing a temper or giving everyone attitude,which is something i really respect.Mj ,being a vice captain will go up to take over dorcas.Alana will take over the vice cap position.Ade will take over the treasurer's(alana's previous post) position. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;Think the rogues r gonna b bullying the j1s in time to come.Like ytd,we r sitting down at the table,then we saw tis j1 who tied the front part of her hair up with a red ribbon ,ne-zha style.Hui yi went to tie her hair up like tat j1 n keep staring at tat poor girl,hoping the girl will c her.hahaha we had such a good laugh but it was indeed very mean of us to do tat.Huiyi ,upon seeing the crowd of j1s coming down to the canteen,started talking in those ah lian language.The "HElLo,mY NaMexxx is JaNetxxxx Worxxxx" kind.hahaha Shes damn funny la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;Mr Dennis Yeo gave a talk during assembly abt how the things we r gonna do in the next 8 mths is gonna affect our lives for the next 8 yrs.Found it very inspiring n useful.I shld treasure the time i have for the next 8 mths.Must not regret what i have nt done at the end of tis yr.The feeling sucks like anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;All along i tot something is amiss.I tell myself mayb i have been thinking too much n worries excessively.But I finally understand tat mab it is how its supp to b.I shld nt worry anymore abt what i dun have but appreciate what i already have.Becuz i felt tat i dun feel appreciated for whatever i do.I seriously think u dun appreciate my presence at all.All the words u say,i treasure them.But when i realise reality nv matches what u say,i guess u r just using the words out of a duty to say nice things n u dun really mean them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Some fren once told me tat u dun have to care abt those who dun appreciate u as long as u know u have some frens out there who really do appreciate u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I feel tat i sometimes do nt appreciate the kind acts my frens do for me.I felt really bad becuz i know how they feel.I felt bad i neglected my sec sch frens for my new frens in pj.Altho i still go out with my sec sch frens, we do nt keep in contact as often.I must admit there r times i prioritise my new frens b4 the sec sch frens.But no matter how long we havent been talking to each other,the least i know is tat they still appreciate my presence, which is y im so grateful i have such superb frens. :)))) no matter what happens, im assured of the fact tat they will jus b a phonecall or sms away for me.Im sincerely grateful.Thank You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-113662182176034247?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/113662182176034247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=113662182176034247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/113662182176034247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/113662182176034247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2006/01/first-wk-of-school-reopened.html' title='First wk of School reopened'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-113611367951423196</id><published>2006-01-01T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T20:56:46.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Today is the first day of the new year n it feels so great!Like a fresh start to everything.But i dun really wan to say gdbye to 2005...becuz there r so many things in 2005 tat i love.The orientation months..when i go to sch for fun,really.The memories 2005 brought me...wow!Its a blast.The many valuable n special frenships tat i have gained in 2005.Being in pjc.. getting into the touch rugby team.Learning tis foreign sport frm scratch.Sweating it out on the field with a bunch of loud,crazy n cute team mates along the way.Still being able to sustain a strong frenship with my best frens.Having a hell load of fun with my lovable frens...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Went out at night with jiamin n bryan ytd.haha I enjoyed myself totally.It was so much fun!!And when we laugh its the forces of 3 shrilly high pitched laughter.hahaha Bryan's laughter is tat gay.Went to esplanade.Din actually countdown becuz new yr jus came like tat when we were being suffocated in the crowd. but we caught maginificent fireworks!Its so beautiful.. like raining gold dust frm the sky.Think it lasted for 9 mins.haha finally got my wish n had a full fill of fireworks.Love fireworks. :) As expected,saw lots of bangalas who seemed to b have been unloaded from buses n trucks.Irritating sight.Hung ard the concert arena for some while laughing at the band trying to strut their stuff but theres really no stuff.haha Took train at 1.15am.Great to spend the last few hrs of 2005 n first hr of 2006 with jiamin n bryan.We enjoyed scaring little kids,laughing at bangalas,teasing each other,laughing at army guys' hairstyle and osim promoters!hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Whats a new yr without new yr resolution...I shall make sure i comply with them n mus refer to them frm time to time.My new goal in life: Life is too short to live the same day twice.I cannot keep on slacking n waste my time everyday.I got to do something more rewarding n meaningful...like studying.. HAHA!Studying is my priority now..for the year of 2006.Yes im sure of tat.I better be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1)Start having some savings tat cld stay in my piggy bank for more than 1 month.*lets start with 1 month now take it slow n easy dun b too amibitious yet*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2)Stop being lazy n must start mugging for my As once sch starts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3)Wake up earlier in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4)Stop wasting money on cabs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5)Stop giving the ppl im an auntie impression.Thats so mean!*sobs* haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hate being called an auntie =_="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6)Stop scolding ppl offensive stuff.(tho the offensive words i use isnt tat offensive aftall.asshole is part of ur body what,whats so offensive when i call u an asshole.)BUT still, i will try to curb tat habit.However, i can b excused when ppl gets on my nerves n deserves it.Anyway,most of the time i scold ppl asshole, they deserve it.haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7)Be nice to everyone.Even to ppl who irritates the shit out of me.If u stab me with a knife, i will say thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8)Set aside more time for my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;9)Be more optimistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thats abit for now..i shall come up with more when i am able to fulfil at least 1 or 2 of the above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Random tots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Got to change my body clock already. =( Sch is reopening...so soon.I cant live the life of slping at 3,4 plus am n waking up at 1 plus pm.The first day of sch is gonna b so terrible for me.Sighs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wan to dye my hair badly now becuz my sis just went to have her hair dye n its so NICE!The hairstylist helped her dye a dark chocolate colour n highlighted with golden streaks.SO NICE CAN.I have been tempted to dye since last week or izzit last last week.the idea of dyeing my hair id dying but she have to suddenly appear with such nice hair colour aft i return frm rugby chalet.The dark chocolate dye is so natural!I LIKE! =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Come to speak of it,rugby chalet was quite fun.Went escape n played with the viking,go kart n the teacup thingy.All so exciting!I was screaming like mad on the teacup thing the first time.Ching,ade n me went on the teacup thing for 3 times!haha The fear for tat teacup thing start to wear off.Went to bbq aft tat.Had a fill of delicious bee hoon.Stayed up thru the night.Saw a near breakout of gang fight.Was really scary.Imagine jus the rogues sitting a few metres away frm 2 gangs of young ah bengs consisting of mayb ard 20 ppl each for each gang at 3 plus in the morn or something.Nobody except us was ard.Freaky.Stayed up playing heart attack,bluff, the dare thing n monopoly.Huiyi,ching n alana got pretty high from vodka.It was hard to stay conscious in the morning. I could nt stop yawning.By the time we went home,everybody was so damn tired.Slept on the train frm pasir ris to outram park.Reached home n slept all the way until 3.30pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have things changed unknowingly?I dunno what happened..but the tone seems to b rather irritated.Mayb im having rich imagination again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;To think i even feel guilty towards u in the 1st place..u asshole.BYE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-113611367951423196?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/113611367951423196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=113611367951423196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/113611367951423196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/113611367951423196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR!'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-113596769183705754</id><published>2005-12-31T02:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T02:34:51.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I promise.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;                            :) I GOT THROUGH! I GOT PROMOTED. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yes, I am so damn relieved when i asked the clerk whether im promoted n she said " Yes dear." Before i make tat fateful phonecall, i still drag abit becuz i fear for the worst.But now its over. :)))) I promise i will work hard next year.I have only 1 year left..if i dun work hard next year i got no more second chances.Thats a promise to myself.Tis morning in mac, alana was blabbering on abt "rogues mus go up to universities tgt" , "must prove others wrong n do well","mus study hard nxt yr" and she offered to help me if i ever encounter difficulties in a very determined voice to make sure " we all do well for A lvls".haha tat got me quite touched.Thank u,alana. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Many msged me to ask about my results n i am very grateful for  those who care to ask. :) It really shows u guys care.Some cute ones r even feeling anxious with me too.haha A big THANK YOU to these SPECIAL FRENS. ;)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-113596769183705754?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/113596769183705754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=113596769183705754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/113596769183705754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/113596769183705754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-promise.html' title='I promise.'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-113561219078473252</id><published>2005-12-26T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T23:49:50.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D-day</title><content type='html'>Im quite scared to make the phonecall tml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please let tat phonecall b a happy one....n tats my only new year wish. PLEASE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God please bless me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-113561219078473252?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/113561219078473252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=113561219078473252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/113561219078473252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/113561219078473252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2005/12/d-day.html' title='D-day'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-113518490423076358</id><published>2005-12-22T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T01:51:24.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuck foong is the funniest guy i have ever known.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tuckie - Give me math, i'll do it for you; give me maggi, i'll cook it for you; but don't ever ask me about girls - i'm gay. says:&lt;br /&gt;How's your hols? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuckie - Give me math, i'll do it for you; give me maggi, i'll cook it for you; but don't ever ask me about girls - i'm gay. says:&lt;br /&gt;touching girls' asses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-Jan-* =) says:&lt;br /&gt;yay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-Jan-* =) says:&lt;br /&gt;damn shiok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-Jan-* =) says:&lt;br /&gt;if u r nt gay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-Jan-* =) says:&lt;br /&gt;i wld have recommended u to join us in one of our trgs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuckie - Give me math, i'll do it for you; give me maggi, i'll cook it for you; but don't ever ask me about girls - i'm gay. says:&lt;br /&gt;Eh, i won't be replying that often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuckie - Give me math, i'll do it for you; give me maggi, i'll cook it for you; but don't ever ask me about girls - i'm gay. says:&lt;br /&gt;In a game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;A nice n tactful way to avoid someone if u think he/she is disgusting.haha n pls im no lesbian.I like edison alright ,not angelina jolie.We r just playing tis "im-les-hes-gay" shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*-Jan-* =) says:&lt;br /&gt;i only talk to u becuz u r a gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuckie - Give me math, i'll do it for you; give me maggi, i'll cook it for you; but don't ever ask me about girls - i'm gay. says:&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuckie - Give me math, i'll do it for you; give me maggi, i'll cook it for you; but don't ever ask me about girls - i'm gay. says:&lt;br /&gt;you discriminator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-Jan-* =) says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-Jan-* =) says:&lt;br /&gt;im nt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-Jan-* =) says:&lt;br /&gt;im just worried abt my safety&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-Jan-* =) says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuckie - Give me math, i'll do it for you; give me maggi, i'll cook it for you; but don't ever ask me about girls - i'm gay. says:&lt;br /&gt;Look at yourself more, because the next time isee you, you will look entirely different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-Jan-* =) says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuckie - Give me math, i'll do it for you; give me maggi, i'll cook it for you; but don't ever ask me about girls - i'm gay. says:&lt;br /&gt;you'll look like guo xiang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-Jan-* =) says:&lt;br /&gt;tats damn funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuckie - Give me math, i'll do it for you; give me maggi, i'll cook it for you; but don't ever ask me about girls - i'm gay. says:&lt;br /&gt;confirm you go commit suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuckie - Give me math, i'll do it for you; give me maggi, i'll cook it for you; but don't ever ask me about girls - i'm gay. says:&lt;br /&gt;You'll go, "ARHHH, why i look like gx?! *piak*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-Jan-* =) says:&lt;br /&gt;y guo xiang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuckie - Give me math, i'll do it for you; give me maggi, i'll cook it for you; but don't ever ask me about girls - i'm gay. says:&lt;br /&gt;you jumped off the buildilng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuckie - Give me math, i'll do it for you; give me maggi, i'll cook it for you; but don't ever ask me about girls - i'm gay. says:&lt;br /&gt;because the last thing you wanna look like is an ah peh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-Jan-* =) says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahaahahahahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;He is really guilty of killing me with his humour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-113518490423076358?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/113518490423076358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=113518490423076358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/113518490423076358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/113518490423076358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2005/12/tuck-foong-is-funniest-guy-i-have-ever.html' title='Tuck foong is the funniest guy i have ever known.'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-113516263427847196</id><published>2005-12-21T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T23:50:34.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mummy dun love me anymore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My mum dun love me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard my mum telling my nephew tat she wld buy him many many toys for christmas if she strikes lottery tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then asked,"what abt me?what r u giving me for christmas?", thinking tis is the best time to make my christmas wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She totally surprised me n said :"Farts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha!She said it in hainanese and it sounds doubly funny than it wld in english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who said motherly love is the greatest form of love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-113516263427847196?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/113516263427847196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=113516263427847196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/113516263427847196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/113516263427847196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2005/12/mummy-dun-love-me-anymore.html' title='Mummy dun love me anymore'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-113500493930455289</id><published>2005-12-19T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T01:58:12.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first slpover.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I finally satisfied my cravings for prata in the morn when chang zhen n me went to some prata shop(i better nt say which one) for breakfast.She ordered dinosaur.I had banana prata,egg prata n dinosaur.We stayed for quite a long time there.The person cleared our plates n we were still sitting at the shop chatting happily way.Later on, we left the shop at ard near 12pm as she need to meet her fren.I went home n jus rummaged thru my wallet randomly.I brought 12 bucks there n i brought 12 bucks back. !!!???What the hell.I was like huh y liddat de..then i start to recall..We ordered our food at the counter n we went to find seats.We sat down,ate,talked,n went off.It din occured to us tat we shld pay.=_=" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Come to think of it we r really ridiculous.haha I swear we din mean it.N the prob is we walked out of the shop as if nothing happened n nobody tried to stop us.haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,chang zhen n me were rather crazy tat day.or rather im the crazy one becuz i actually travelled all the way from clementi to changi airport.umm yea call tat bored but i wld prefer to put it in a nicer way.Holidays is a great chance to explore the other side of the island. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked ard changi airport for AWHILE only..went to look at planes but i rather look at them in the sky.Its just so much amazing to think tat thousands of ppl r actually so high up in the sky,seeing buildings as small patches n vice versa u seeing the giganitic plane as tis small moving light.I just think its a wonderful feeling to c the world from high above.We went to tampines mall for dinner n i actually suggested we go esplande there n c the night scenery.haha kinda stupid we ran here n there.Talked along the railings outside esplanade.Its simply the best place to talk abt everything.Then we were forced to leave the place by some inconsiderate smokers who tried to murder us by giving us letting us breathe in 2nd hand smoke.Smokers r jus a bunch of ugly n selfish ppl.Ur family members who dont smoke will die earlier than u just becuz they breathe in ur 2nd hand smoke.Yea great u r not the one who dun die early so u smoke all u wan right.Tats what u smokers think right?Selfish assholes.N ur teeth becomes yellow n ur breath stinks of the smoke.Tats great isnt it?Makes non smokers so much prettier.We r getting prettier without any effort becuz some ppl r jus ruining their image by smoking n making themselves uglier.I often think tat even the prettiest woman wld look ugly the moment u c her smoke.Its jus so unglam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a scary experience abt 3plus in the morning when we went to 7-11 to buy cup noodles.I still tot at late night there werent gonna b alot of ppl.But there were quite a surprising number of ppl who visit 7-11 in the wee hrs.When chang zhen n me came out holding our cup noodles,wanting to roam the neighbourhood while eating the cup noodles,we saw tis bunch of malay guys sitting outside 7-11.At first, i was like aiyah they dont seem scary jus some malay ah bengs sitting there its kinda common what.Then as we came out 7-11, the bunch of them was like turning back n looking at us but i was like okay mayb they heard ppl coming out then turn back n c.But as we walk away frm them, they were like shouting to us, "eh where u all going?" "eh got boyfren not?" "eh what u all doing ah..shopping ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like DAMN SCARY becuz i think the whole grp of them was taking turns to shout.We wanted to roam but we were scared of them.Then we decided to rush home becuz the neighbourhood is like DEAD quiet.Aft we took the lift n reach the 6th storey,we came out n chang zhen was looking at me with tat freaked out face n said:"someone is coming up..." n shes refering to the other lift which is indeed coming to stop at the 6th storey.I was like freaked out too n started to run.She followed me n we ran with our cup noodles back home.Later on,she still dare to blame metat i scare her.hahaha like hello!Whos the one talking like a ghost,saying someone is coming up in a ghostly manner!?hahaha.We watched tofu street!haha Damn funny can.Becuz its an ancient tv serial, n the setting is back in those 1960s i think so the ppl dressing is quite funny.I think the laughing kept us awake n we only slept at 5am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with reina later in the afternoon.We were SUPPOSED to look for jobs.But we do nothing of tat sort .hahaha.We just ate n ate.Walked ard town talking n talking.Walked till our feets ache.Ate fried mars bar.yummy yummy!Took photos in toilets,on the escalator n with king kong.hahaha.Laughing at other ppl n laughing at ourselves r our forte.Yea we suck at looking for jobs becuz we nv got any jobs all tis while.Damn sad.We need to work n spend!haha yea tats our common goal...work to spend!i feel damn miserable to think i cant work tis wk to earn lots of money to buy those things out there tat i want. =( hais n im actually wasting my time away doing NOTHING.Those time can b used to earn some money u know.Guess im obsessed with earning money.oh wells.haha i wan to learn how to play tennis.i wan to bake cookies n cakes.i wan to know my results n it better b gd news.i wan to play pool altho i dun know how to.i wan to go kbox.i wan more slpovers or night jaunt.i wan to buy christmas present for ryan but i dun have money.i wan to have control over my body clock so i wont keep slping like im dead.i wan to watch touching movies n cry.i wan a gd book to read so tat i can spend my time at home more meaningfully.i wan to go max brenner n have my fill of chocolates.i wan to go esplanade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;okay think i shall go plan my remaining hols now so tat i can do as much of what i wan to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For the rest of today,i shall jus b a potato couch(as usual).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tat smile jus make me so guilty.I dunno how to say it.Dont u understand the idea i have been trying to get across to u?pls stop being so chirpy n smiley.U r making me guilty...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-113500493930455289?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/113500493930455289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=113500493930455289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/113500493930455289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/113500493930455289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-first-slpover.html' title='My first slpover.'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-113459067713102448</id><published>2005-12-15T02:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T15:18:28.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ryan-my love :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Why ryan is my love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/798/932/1600/Img_0843.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/798/932/320/Img_0843.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/798/932/1600/Img_0843.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He can easily (okay not so easy.courtesy of my sadistic dad)get stuck in a chair n his amusing ways of trying to get out jus make me day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/798/932/320/Img_0920.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;His smile is so cute. :))) Im so crazy over his smile in fact.I think he resembles me when i was mayb 2,3 yrs old when he smiles.Like seriously!Im not bull-shitting.haha Tats y he will surely grow up to b a handsome kid. :)hahaha! And me, the great aunt, will dress him up n make him a lady killer once he enters teenhood.I will bring him out to shopping,n teach him to b gentlemanly so tat he will b some charismatic da shuai ge whom dozens of silly xiao mei mei will b infatuated with.But of course, i will always remind him those xiao mei meis will b brief flings n me,the great aunt,will still b his greatest love(yes he will love me more than his parents).No im not paedophile , i just wan him to b obsessed with me.wahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hahaha think im the obsessed one here becuz im so bored tat im coming up with so much nonsense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Did i say he got enviable eyelashes?I feel like cutting his lashes off n paste on mine.GUY NEED SO LONG LASHES FOR WHAT!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/798/932/320/Img_0924.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"YAY!Hail Yi-yi!I love her!Look at her,arent everybody supp to love her!?Its so hard not to b obsessed with her.When i grow up,i will wear a cardboard with" Janet is the Queen" infront of my sch uniform everyday.I hope tis will spark off a new trend n even my classmates will love Yi-yi! =D " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know he loves me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I..cant..talk...properly....becuz...YI-YI is so FUNNY!*gives a hearty laugh*She is so humourous and entertaining.I love her jokes.They r classic!I intended not to show my teeth becuz its not a complete set of milk teeth but yi-yi jokes r so funny i got no choice but to show my bo gay =( "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/798/932/320/Img_0921.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ryan knows me best. :))))) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"EE-yer.Y Yi-yi's fren look so hideous de!?Tat aside, their jokes r terrible!Nothing compared to yi-yi. I dun like them. =( So stupid cant even think of a good joke.nvm..yi-yi's fren i mus respect.Uncle, Auntie, come i give u a feeble smile to patronise u."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/798/932/320/Img_0923.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seems like Ryan know my friends well too.Such a clever dah-ling.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"U mus b coming up with ridiculous accusations to throw at yi-yi right?U all very mean leh..later say my yi-yi shameless ah..say my yi-yi bo liao ah..just to prove tat u all more humourous izzit?U all very petty leh.Yi-yi really is very humourous what. Without her u guys wld prob bcum a fossil now la.Such boring ppl shld b happy u have yi-yi as a fren!I look down on u all.Such meanies.I dont even wan to c u all!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/798/932/320/Img_0847.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Still see!SEE what SEE! I beat u all ah!GET OUT OF THIS PLACE,U &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FILTHY PIECE OF STALE HUM JI PENG.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/798/932/320/Img_0926.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-113459067713102448?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/113459067713102448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=113459067713102448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/113459067713102448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/113459067713102448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2005/12/ryan-my-love.html' title='Ryan-my love :)'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-113441382079090369</id><published>2005-12-13T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T02:57:01.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A great help,thanks =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;While i was TRYING hard to study for my re-exams,kaiyin n jiamin have been a great help to me. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jiamin made the effort to teach me boring chemical bonding n atomic structure concepts n correct my stupid thinking until 12 plus, 1.Kai yin made a pt to help me understand the concepts i have misunderstood n tried her best to help me solve those sly  tys qns(she stayed up till 4 plus in the morning jus to help me *applause frm everyone pls!*)Kaiyin also helped me in my revision of chem the day just b4 the chem paper until 10pm.She din work on tat day jus for me. AWW.And the chocs n note. :) It boosted my morale alot. ;))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks guys im really so touched.Thanks so much for bothering to help when u guys can easily enjoy ur hols n have fun.I mean its hols la y dampen ur hol mood by hitting the bks AGN jus to help me.With frens like u guys,what more can i expect?Im the luckiest girl ard. *sobs* hahaha :))))))  really thanks so much =D MUACKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For those who rmbed that i have re-exams,thanks for the encouraging smsesThey work wonders too. :) Lets just hope those smses do their last bit of magic n help me tis last time.Results on released on the 27th.Im damn scared.I jus have to call to the office to know my results.The idea of it freaks me out becuz i wld b knowing such an impt result from PHONE!?n aft a phonecall i wld know whether im promoted or not.I wont dare to call on the 27th la. =( Pls just bless me.=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Went job hunting on sunday with reina.Ended up to b some shopping n eating trip instead.Becuz we only made our way to holland v to get a leaflet from nydc which have the numbers of their other branches at suntec n wheelock.Aft tat,we went to eat crystal jade la mian xiao long bao!haha then went on to orchard to shop and oogle at hothothot gas/citibank models.hahaha Think we have narrowed our choices down to Oriental.haha back to square one.Shld b starting work tis wk.Cant wait to start work n earn money so i can go shopping.Once i get my pay , i will jus hit town n bring everything i fancy back home.haha But i think can get the top n jeans i wan at topshop earlier (courtesy of my sis) tis coming fri...becuz we gonna go shopping!haha yay its shopping with my sis agn im particularly excited becuz being the gr8 sis who dotes on her cute lil sister, she will pay for them. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Went shopping with kaiyin last wk on thursday n friday.We went to thread our eye brows at little india!oh my god.So freaking pain can.But the results turned out not bad.On the same day,i went to cut my hair(shit wrong decision.now its short n i feel weird) and she went to have her lashes permed at huiling's mum's salon.haha at a discounted price too.haha I saw tis checkered blue mambo cap tat i liked alot on thurs.And im back to claim it on fri.But when i wan to go buy it,kaiyin die die dun let me buy la.She keep psychoing me dun buy dun buy.Then i tot it was so weird y she dun wan me to buy.Turned out tat actually she wan to get it for me as christmas present. =D Tats so sweet! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANKS SO MUCH DARLING! :) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I really nv expected it.But she said since i knew abt it she will give me tis early christmas present n bought it for me on tat day. :)))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 mths just came n go.Now tat exams r over,i actually din get along to doing those things i have been planning to do aft my exams.as usual.i must make sure tis time i better enjoy myself as much as i can b4 the results r released. =( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My family is going to kl tis sat.So i can stayover at ppl's hse or have night jaunt tis sat!hahaha YES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Heard so much abt the ppl at oriental.Hope i can endure thru the 1st day. But nobody's gonna b as mean,evil n twisted like the thousand pounds Ye Hao right.So i better b happy tat im working at oriental n not i-lotus(yuck).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The sad reality dawned on me when i got out of paragon aft watching the hot gas/citibank models pose n smile charmingly for the public.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-113441382079090369?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/113441382079090369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=113441382079090369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/113441382079090369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/113441382079090369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2005/12/great-helpthanks-d.html' title='A great help,thanks =D'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-113423996464001905</id><published>2005-12-11T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T02:39:24.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRAUMATISING.</title><content type='html'>im damn&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; TRAUMATISED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Not by tiko uncles or pervertic bangaladeshis,not by weird funny singaporeans,not by kaiyin's laughter,not by reina's hideousness.But by a car accident.Yes pls send in the flowers,hampers of bird nest n chicken essence.I need them alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Just now at mayb 11 plus liddat ching,reina,kaiyin n me took a cab home from alana's place.ching got off first.The cab is on the way to my place.Then just as the cab turn out of a bend into AYE,n while reina,kaiyin n me were engaging in a conversation in the taxi,the tranquility n peace in the taxi is broken by a loud bang and all of us jerked forward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Okay i had the immediate silly tot tat there was a bomb explosion.ya laugh at it now its ridiculous.I dunno y the bang i heard just made me tot of terrorists immediately.The both of them tot something fell on the roof of the cab or something.Turned out tat a MERCS (SBL 7778G) banged into the back of the taxi.Aft we realise we were in a car accident,both kaiyin n me felt pain in our lower back becuz both of us r in the back seat.I went like "FUCK!" without thinking becuz the pain n the angry voice of the merc driver's scolding made me feel so agitated at tat moment.The malay taxi driver got out of the car n went to talk to tat einstein-looking driver n they engaged in an argument for quite some time.All the while the 3 of us remained in the taxi n we ourselves engaged in another heated discussion of whose fault is it n how scary n traumatic it was n what we r gonna do with the meter jumping merrily.After quite some time,the merc actually drove off n the taxi uncle came back into the taxi n told us its the merc driver's fault.WAH LAO ASSHOLE LEH!His fault then he dunno how to express his concern for us de ah!We r damn traumatised kay!Only the taxi driver came back to ask us whether we r okay halfway during his argument with the merc driver.But the stupid uncompassionate merc driver actually drove off aft giving his hp no. n nv bother to c if he needs to pay medical bills for us too.We r damn pissed la.Where got ppl so unresponsible n so unapologetic liddat de.Got money big la.Bang a few cars here n there,cause trauma in ppl got money then can solve everything BIG LAA!?Aft the driver told us its the merc driver's fault,the 3 of us were so agitated n even came to the conclusion tat we shld have got down from the cab to argue with the merc driver too n preferably crawl to the merc driver to show him how badly injured we r so tat he can sponsered us a full medical body check at NUS so we can all get a free stay n free food for 1 day!!haha Not funny okay.When i got down the taxi,we realised tat the car actually banged and smashed the right side of the taxi( n im sitting at the right side of the taxi) .If it was a crash at the right side,i dun think i can tell u guys now how bad luck can cause death.Becuz i think all these suay things tat happen to me its due to bad luck..really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;At orchard,b4 going to alana's hse, i knocked into many aunties n altho i said sorry they all gave me the "i will curse ur ancestors" look.Even as i walk, there r many times where i slip n nearly fall.Even in a bus to alana's hse, i will nearly tumble down the steps of the bus altho my hand is holding onto the pole.I concluded tat its my unlucky day and i only rmb tis as im writing tis entry.WAH LAO!c!?How can bad luck kill.Im really gonna write a book abt tis n going in depth abt the myths,legends,stories and theories tat revolved abt bad luck.hahaha Tats gonna b boring n i shall write it perhaps when im bald,wrinkly n bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Oh ya the uncle who towed the taxi told us to get into the taxi n the taxi will drive us to the nearest bus stop becuz standing at the roadside is very dangerous.But the way he explained ah...damn funny really.It is true but hes really scaring us la.He said something along tis,"Its dark now the drivers wont c well ,u nv know what will happen.U can die!"I argued tat my sis is coming to pick us up here in a short while so we can wait here but he insisted we get back on the taxi.Okay his last word freaked me out so we just got on the taxi.My sis then later sent reina n kaiyin home.My sis later told me in a serious manner tat if i still feel pain in my lower back the nxt morn , i better go for a check up becuz i may have hurt my spine or something when we lurched fwd n rebound(is tat the right word to use!?) back to seat(ya we din put on seat belts).Okay tat freaked me out agn.The painful part is still red now.Lets hope everything is fine tml.Its really so scary to think tat what cld have happened if it is a crash as in those tat the cars involved were reduced to pieces of metal instead of jus a bang?I already felt so scared n traumatised when its a bang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;That stupid merc...if he dare to accuse the taxi driver n say its his fault(which he will quite typically do becuz he think he rich he is forever right),we will b witnesses.hahaha I mean seriously, we think the merc driver will deny n so we gave the taxi driver our phone no.s so tat we can b witnesses.Since hes so rich, its best to claim some money for he emotional trauma we went thru.Is $500 too lil?haha ya but on a serious note, whoever reads tis pls pls pls rmb to put on seatbelt whenever u sit on a car.Its troublesome..i know u r lazy n everything but still the seatbelt is still something safe tat keeps u from flying out if u r ever involved in a car crash.Dun think u wont b so suay.U nv know.I myself tot so until today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hahaha!i think i sound so serious...ummm its good enuff for a "Pls put on seatbelt" campaign isnt it?haha I gotta slp now tml looking for JOB~ Wee hee. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;ALANA&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-113423996464001905?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/113423996464001905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=113423996464001905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/113423996464001905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/113423996464001905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2005/12/traumatising_11.html' title='TRAUMATISING.'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-113362517199473943</id><published>2005-12-03T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T23:52:58.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is a incredible day of my life.</title><content type='html'>Abit bored from studying...I felt like ...like i was back in pri sch..being the very goody-2-shoes daughter, i will find joy in staying at home spending time with my parents.Back in sec sch, i wld feel guilty if i stayed out later than 8 on sch days.But now in jc,I can reach home at 10 plus even 11 plus sometimes on sch days becuz of trg.Reaching home late seem to bcum a norm.Its been a whole yr of tis already.On weekdays i wld spend almost the whole day at sch, n on wkends i wld go out with frens.For 1 whole yr.Altho i enjoyed myself very much n had loads of fun tis yr, i think im so busy playing tat i actually played thru out the yr.Hence, my results.Now tat i have been spending time home for so long,i seem to have more time for myself to think n reflect on things.I recalled alot of things during tis 2 wks.So many things i have neglected n have forgotten thru out the year ..Im so caught up with having fun with my frens outsides tat i think thru out the yr the most impt thing to me is prob having fun.Im actually so busy with a life which is not accomplishing much things.Seriously, tis hols is prob the 1st time in yrs im spending so much time at home at 1 go.haha felt weird.Anyway im just blabbering randomly abt haha.so i shall move on randomly agn.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YA!Today something ridiculous happened.My 2nd sis is home today(she dun live with me.shes married.)And as i was bringing tis dirty towel to put at the washing machine in the kitchen, she said:"going out ah?" Then i shot her an incredulous look as i put down my towel on the washing machine n i din say anything n walked away.Just as i walked away, my sis said :"Study la...exams coming leh still wanna go out!" and i told her in an exasperated tone:"Im not going out la!" but oh my, my mum being a very cute mum, she seem to become momentarily deaf n blind when i put down my towel at the washing machine instead of putting it in the toilet n defended myself.Becuz my mum went on to shout(yes her normal talking voice is to shout):"Ah girl, study ah!dun always go out ah..fail again then u know ah...in the end u regret u know!" GRRR...Inside my brain it goes like tat:"When is the last time i went out!?U TELL ME!Its freaking 2 weeks ago!Where is the always!?Havent i been studying these 2 wks.I din even step out of my hse except once during tis 2 wk n is to go to sch la!" But no. i know how cute n slow my mum is in catching things so i shut up n said nothing but just continue walking away from the kitchen, thinking my sis wld explain to her what exactly went on later. BUT NO!My dad whos in the living room, heard my mum's shouts n started hollering at me:"U WANT TO GO OUT!?U better not go out ...exams coming still wan to go out...u dare to get out of the hse then u know." and gives me a murderous stare n from his eyes i can c tat what he means is tat if i go out he will break my legs,mutilate me n hang me along with the christmas decorations at orchard rd as a perfect ending note to this death threat.In fact, at tat moment, my dad is so angry i think he is on the verge of carrying something heavy n hard to throw at me.and the only thing tat is heavy n hard in his line of sight is a tv so hes actually attempting to carry my tv  to my room to throw at me.Lucky the tv is damn heavy n hes taking a long time to heave it up becuz as he continued hollering at me, i shouted:"Im not going anywhere!CRAZY." I felt i shld have explained tat i just went to put a towel on a washing machine n here they r all ,3 of them accusing me of something out of nowhere based on quite abit of imagination n hallucinations on their part.Mayb tat will embarass them on the spot n make them realise how dumb they r.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Luckily for me,my dad is fast in thinking n realise tat he have paisehed himself n carried the tv back to the living room altho hes at the door of my room.&lt;/span&gt;hahahaha!&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NAH IM JOKING abt the tv part.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My dad is nt some psycho violent murderer.hahaha now tat i think of it, i think they r so dumb n its so funny how dumb they get.But at tat moment i was so pissed with them when my sis came n apologise n coax me saying she will buy me anything as a christmas present i actually REFUSED vehemantly!&lt;strong&gt;DAMN.&lt;/strong&gt;What was i thinking abt?hahaha I think i will call her later to ask if what she said still count now.hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another ridiculous thing struck me when i was walking back from ginza(to buy dinner to eat alone infront of the tv.everyone went shopping without me becuz poor lil janet got exams.im such a lonely pathetic kid.hahaha) n i was just in a daze as i walked back home.Then dunno y i suddenly look up as i saw tis pair of legs walking towards me, n at tat moment i cldnt believe my eyes.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A ULTRA CUTE GUY&lt;/span&gt;.*exicted* Hello!?what happened?Y is it ridiculous u may ask.It is ridiculous becuz a teen appearing in my neighbourhood is a phenomenon n whats more its a ultra cute guy.For ur info, ard 85% of spore's ageing population lives ard me haha or so i tot.becuz i have nv seen much young ppl my age ard my hse n there r only kids,aunties,uncles,grandpas,grandmas, n im prob the only teen.hahahaha I think tat guy must have lost tis way becuz its impossible theres such a cute guy wld live near me.If hes new,let him b my neighbour pls!hahaha okay since im bo liao let me describe how he looks like.Tan,tall,charming single eyelids! =D,and his hair is nice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kays think i gtg study.I will b back soon..becuz my re-exams r ending!Thank god.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-113362517199473943?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/113362517199473943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=113362517199473943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/113362517199473943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/113362517199473943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2005/12/today-is-incredible-day-of-my-life.html' title='Today is a incredible day of my life.'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-113247079825894296</id><published>2005-11-20T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T21:45:58.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad day of PEE</title><content type='html'>The Harry Potter n GOF sucks!I wonder how can those who din read the books know exactly what is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spoilers ahead.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Spoilers ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The whole movie goes on without much links.They actually skip off the whole quidditch world cup match n go straight off to the weasleys n harry back in the tent celebrating.Mayb becuz i read the bk n i was expecting to c the quidditch match tats y i find the abrupt change of scene from world cup match to the celebration part quite sudden.In fact,theres lots of sudden changes of scene with not much link n whatsoever.I enjoyed the movie only because of the actors' and actressess' gd acting.The only redeeming part ,in my opinion, is prob at the end when harry flung himself onto Cedric's dead body and broke down in hysterical cries that Voldemort is back and Cedric wants him to bring his body back.And that is only nice becuz the director had finally adhere to the book's plot and Daniel Radcliffe's natural deliverance of emotions.There so many part which shld have been shown longer but were cut off or shortened.Many things in the movie were twisted.Like dumbledore is known to all who read the hp books as a patient,wise,kind,fatherly kind of figure to harry.But theres a pt where dumbledore actually behaved violently to harry aft harry's name is shot out of the goblet of fire.HELLO!?Dumbledore will nv hurt or doubt harry kay.And in some parts of the movie, where the director tries to make his audiences laugh, dumbledore is portrayed so...TSK...common n normal.Hes supp to b tis great guy who knows everythig n anything b4 anyone else becuz hes so wise.But at some scenes, hes supp to have some weird expression which made him look like some other ordinary old man.And the part where only cedric n harry is left in the race n r reaching the Triwizard Cup,they were seen in the movie as pushing nad shoving each other as they race side-by-side to the triwizard cup.like HUH!?In the bk, harry n cedric is walking to the triwizard cup tgt la ith cedric supporting harry becuz of harry's broken leg.Y must the director portray them in such bad light?making them look like they r so hungry for success and so competitive n ambitious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nvm enuff of my complains..hahaha There r some parts of the show which r really quite funny..Theres tis part where Harry was drinking n he saw cho chang n his drink just drip or rather flow out of his mouth like how those retarded ppl in tv drink(like how they manage to put the drink in the mouth but nv got it down their throat b4)That was so unexpected so i burst out laughing while saying " oh my god!" n even when the whole cinema had stopped laughing i was still laughing loudly. =_=" n i din realise tat until the pt when bryan&lt;/span&gt; ask me y i laugh until so loud. =_=" damn paiseh can.Then theres another part where ron was wearing the frilly lacy dress robes n he got tat disgusted look with himself.Bryan cannot stop laughing at him laa.Even as everybody stop laughing n the show goes on to the yule ball, bryan PEE will laugh out of nowhere suddenly with his gay laughter.hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on,we went to have dinner n walked ard then he told me stories abt funny ,weird ppl in his sch(sajc).Theres tis guy who open the lecture theatre's door b4 n aft a lecture for everyone every lecture without fail.N another who wears a scarf ard his neck n told ppl that he's acting in winter sonata(!?)everyday.hahah damn ridiculous la.Then theres tis ultimate one abt this guy who did something disgusting(i shall not say it here) in the toilet n came out with a very satisfied smile.That guy is damn horny n disgusting n bryan n his frens is so pissed with what he has done tat they went ard telling ppl n tat horny guy's female classmates what he has done.n they call him willy w**ker la.wah lao.damn funny can the way pee imitate the willy's satisfied smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a few ctss ppl saw me n bryan ytd.They all got that super shocked expression on their faces becuz aftall me n bryan really have NO LINK LO.hahaha ya the both of us agreed on tat.I also cannot imagine myself going out with Big Boring Bryan until ytd becuz altho he used to b my sec 3 n 4 classmate back in ctss, we r not close AT ALL.N no its definitely NOT a date.Its actually quite stupid y bryan n me go watch movie tgt ytd.Actually i asked jiamin to watch the movie with me becuz my sis helped me got tix for sat's evening hp movie then jiamin realise she cant becuz she have to babysit her bro.I asked some other ppl as well but they all cant!Wah lao got so coincidental de ma i aks so many ppl not 1 can okay!Then i ask jiamin for help n she intended to help me sell the tix to bryan de.But bryan dun really wan to watch harry potter but hearing my pathetic story frm jiamin he dun mind watching it with me.. so there.But as u c,bryan is jiamin's buddy n im jiamin's best fren.I often heard abt bryan from her but altho hes my ex-classmate i really dun talk much to him n all along tot i got nothing much to talk to him.So i was thinking," Huh..then later very awkward how..nothing to talk abt then very boring leh.." Ya indeed i dun wanna go out with a stone.Bryan prove himself funny despite his disgusting name or rather surname..hahaha(bryan PEE). So hes not big n boring.haha I got pretty much to talk to to him abt as we talk abt our ex-classmates back in ctss,our sch life,our lives n we laugh at random ppl walking ard sporting funny big furry hats(!?) haha.N hes really funny with his expression especially when i talk abt imagining pairing him with tis particular female classmate of ours.He got tis absolute look of horror n told me tis kind of things cannot anyhow imagine de n ask me to imagine someone else.hahaha!We talked on until abt 1130 n decided to go becuz im afraid i will miss the last train.N by the time we walk to the mrt, the coming train i really the last train la.Wah damn lucky can.If i nv realise the time, i will have to walk home.haha Oh ya..another embarassing thing tts like becuz we went in n waited for quite awhile b4 the show start,then we r like talking n munching away on the popcorn.Then i realise the couple bside bryan(who is my cousin n her bf becuz my sis bought the tix for them too) r like busy talking too.Then the couple bside me is like damn quiet la.Since we sat bside them, they dun seem to talk much n both of them jus sit there n look at the screen.Then c-ing them made me realise tat actually sometimes i wonder r these kind of couples like so sick of each other that they dun talk to each other or they got nothing to talk to each other liao..so i just told bryan abt couples liddat n we began making fun of such couples by imitaing them.hahaha ya la we r quite dumb.N i later found out from my sis tat the guy of tat couple is her fren n she helped them got the tix too. =_="""" DIE la.And she even told her fren who happen to sit directly bside me tat he will b sitting with her younger sis..shit la if he overheard what bryan n me r talking abt no-life couples who sit straight n look infront at the screen n wait for movie to start. =X I think it isnt surprising tat he overheard us becuz our volume when talking surprises ourselves sometimes too.hahaha Scarlee he have been shooting me dirty looks thru out the movie jus tat too dark i nv notice him. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was indeed a mad day of PEE.Gotta go study now.Blog agn aft my re-exams..16 more days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=113247079825894296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/113247079825894296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/113247079825894296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2005/11/mad-day-of-pee.html' title='Mad day of PEE'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-113233216255979621</id><published>2005-11-18T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T10:30:27.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im hungrrryy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/798/932/1600/Img_0763.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/798/932/320/Img_0763.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                           &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Yummy.Precious medal.Strength.Speed.Sweat.14 as 1.Rogues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-113233216255979621?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/113233216255979621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=113233216255979621' 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fulfilling experience.Saw how good some schs were..like hwa chong.DAMN FREAKING NICE.All their matches r being noticed by everyone at the ccab.Every nice try will b accompanied by loud n enthusiastic cheers by the crowd but a dropped ball or some bad throws when the hc team is reaching the try line will have the crowd going "ohhh" in a disappointed tone.haha but the team dun feel affected by us it seems as they go on to clinched the title of Under20 Cup Champion.We got Plates' Runner up which technically speaking is a fourth.Following aft Hwa Chong is Singapore America Sch, then Raffles JC then us PJC.Actually come to think of it...we r really not bad. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE played against RJC in our first match of the day and we lost by 1-0.It was really demoralising and emotions went out of control.Again.From the oasis experience,we lack of team chemistry and team spirit because team mates get angry at each other or get angry at themselves n gave bs faces which dampen the team's spirit.Ytd,it happened agn.I knew tat was coming and i wrote notes for everyone in the team to encourage them to have faith in their own abilities and nv at 1 pt of time be angry or disappointed with own team mates or self becuz we r just gonna show to the opponents how vulnerable our team spirit is.Obviously,my notes were wasted.I was really upset that my effort to writing a special note to everyone really went UNNOTICED and everything written inside was IGNORED COMPLETELY.At tat pt when ppl flared up,i was really thinking,"What the hell!?U mean i stayed up to write those things is for u to wipe ur shit one ah?Thanks so much for wasting my efforts la." Like all my efforts went down the drain and it were really unappreciated.NVM.NVM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, we won ITE at the 2nd match by 2-1.Definitely a morale booster,everyone got happier. :) Ya i think that wld b a better way to encourage everyone, not stupid notes that nobody cared abt.Then our 3rd match with SRJC, is a 1-1.I honestly think we cld have done better really.Their try is just a mistake.Its a obvious touch b4 try but that kayu ref din c it.Later on,we found out that our score with SRJC is exactly the same,so its a choice btw SRJC n us to entering the Cup semi-finals.AND...........We got into Cup semi-finals!~ becuz they r choosing the one who score first in the game of us vs srjc.AND WE SCORED FIRST! :) How tyco can we get!? HEE HEE.But during the cup semi-finals,we r playing aginst hwa chong n we were really thrashed.I must really say they r good.Very good.But since we r taking part in the U20 category,the team actually consists of alot of seniors.So its really a match btw hc seniors n us pj juniors kay!haha ya we tried to convince ourselves tat to make ourselves happier.Oh ya n we were thrashed by 6-0.BUTTTTT out of the six tries, 5 tries were by seniors leh!only 1 try by junior leh!So u can c they really depend alot on the seniors to help them win the game.Becuz we lost the cup semi-finals, we got into plates finals n play against rjc AGAIN.The score was a 2-0 and the 2 tries were not becuz they r good but just becuz our defence had a glitch.If our defence line was good and we just mark our own man,they cldnt have gotten thru.And the team was really confused by rj's switching here n there that they keep marking wrong man.When i get out of the game to rest n c the game from outside,I was really pek chek at those inside becuz no matter how loud i scream" MARK YOUR MAN!" , they just dont seem to hear it.And the thing is, when im shouting with all my might, i can still c the ppl on field having blank faces n blur expression.That makes me more pek chek becuz tat shows they cant hear or absorb what i was shouting.But nvm its all over.We got plates' runner up.It was such an exhausting day..playing 5 games from 2pm to 6 plus 7pm i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had prata at the nearby prata cafe.Yummy yummy! :) Was so hungry.Only had a few biscuits for lunch la.The big grp of us...11 of us r driving the ah bangs there crazy.haha Becuz we r taking order in such a big grp,there were alot of errors in the order n they actually gave wrong prata,mistaking egg prata for cheese prata n stuff.There were suddenly entra prata popping out of nowhere.When we were confusing them with all the wrong orders n stuff,we still had to rush them to give us food becuz we r so hungry.haha guess we r really alot of trouble.Then as we r eating, the girls(sheryl,kaiyin,huiyi,alana,charlotte,kaixin) talked abt the funny things that happened to them during their work as banquet waitress.Heard frm them alot of the hotel staff know theres a team of touch rug girls working as banquet waitresses.They talked abt the pervertic n touchy guys there who wld talk abt dirty stuff n take chances to tuch them.And theres tis weird person huiyi was telling us abt...she said tis weird person asked her what she had for lunch..then she replied duck rice.and the person had to say " WHY THE F DO U GO N HAVE DUCK RICE!?"hahaha like what the hell la so ridiculous.And other stories revolved ard disgusting guys peeping down other women staff clothes and criticising those womens' assets to huiyi. =_=" hahaha. huiyi say the way the guy talk to her its as if that guy treat huiyi as a guy too laa.Damn funny la the way they imitate funny n weird looking ppl in the hotel and we laugh so loud i think the customers at the prata cafe all scared of us.Imagine all 11 of us laughing out loud plus huiyi's laughter is extremely witchy n scary.haha Mj who was very keen to stick with her fossil job n die die dun wan to take u the banquet waitress job(becuz of the need to wear heels n makeup) is even tempted to join them as banquet waitresses becuz it sounds so fun n interesting to work tgt as a team.hee hee.Ade too.I think shes gonna beg her parents to let her work with the rogues.It felt so great to b eating n talking , laughing our hearts out as a big grp....hope we can still meet up often for such dinners or outings nxt yr.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna watch Harry potter tml! HEE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-113230294291745424?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/113230294291745424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=113230294291745424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/113230294291745424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/113230294291745424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2005/11/m1-touchwe-got-fourth.html' title='M1 Touch....we got fourth :)'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-113212817195719448</id><published>2005-11-16T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T16:02:51.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potty is coming to town!</title><content type='html'>Yes it is finally here!ARENT U EXCITED!?Why shld i care whether u r excited or not becuz tat doesnt matter...what matters is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;IM EXCITED.&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/798/932/1600/hpngof.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/798/932/320/hpngof.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think for many harry potter (books)fans(including m), we still prefer the book to the movies but we still get into a mad frenzy when the movies r released.This is becuz the movies gives us a chance to c whether the images of the harry potters' series of characters we have constructed in our minds coincides with those in the movies.In this fourth instalment, theres so many things i wan to c!But think quite alot of the book's contents have to be cut off so that the movie can be squeezed into a miserable 2 n a half hours screening time.I want to c all the interesting things tat happen at the Quidditch world cup..the wizards with poor muggle fashion sense,the camping tents which r actually 3-room flats inside,the quidditch world cup merchandise,the veelas dancing,hermione looking extremely pretty at yule ball,viktor krum vying for hermione's attention,death of cedric..... SO MANY THINGS I WAN TO C!haha.. sigh i cant watch on 17th of nov itself  :( It wld b cool wearing like Hogwarts student to watch it,isnt it!hahaha okay im mad.But its like i waited so long for this movie,going to watch it just like its some any other movie is so boring la! =P Mayb go find some frens who r HP fans then we dress up tgt!!ISNT IT FUN!!!!hahahaha From the movie poster, i think ron's hair is really screwed up.God knows what happen to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some interesting facts for those who have finish reading the 6 books:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATALIE McDonald, who appears on page 159 of Harry Potter And The Goblet Of Fire, was a real person.&lt;br /&gt;She was a nine-year-old girl from Toronto, Canada, who was dying of leukaemia. She wrote to JK Rowling asking what was going to happen in the next Harry Potter book as she would not live long enough to read it.&lt;br /&gt;The kindly author emailed back, but Natalie had died a day earlier. In tribute, she became a first-year student at Hogwarts named by the Sorting Hat in Gryffindor - the house for the brave at heart - in the fourth book. When Rowling was later in Canada for a promotional tour she visited the McDonald family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COLIN Creevey's camera runs not off batteries but off the magical atmosphere at Hogwarts. Then he develops the photos in a magic developing potion which allows the figures inside the picture to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JK Rowling, Harry Potter and actor Daniel Radcliffe all share the same birthday, July 31.(p/s isnt it amazing how daniel radcliffe uncanny resemblance to harry potter too?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WAR took place in the wizarding world at the same time as the Muggle Second World War. The evil wizard Grindelwald was finally defeated by Dumbledore in 1945, the same year as Hitler's downfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RON was amazed to hear that Tom Riddle received an award for special services to Hogwarts, saying jokingly: "Maybe he murdered Myrtle; that would've done everyone a favour." He DID murder Myrtle, through the Basilisk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE'S more than meets the eye to Aunt Petunia. But she's not a squib - offspring of a wizarding family who are not able to practise magic themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARRY is frequently told he "has his mother's eyes". Lily Potter's eyes were startling green and almond-shaped. Harry's inherited facial features will turn out to be vital to the plot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait to re-read the books.hee.BUT aft my re-exams of course. =S Hais.I got so many things i wan to do aft my re-exams.For now,i (hope)will only study n study.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-113212817195719448?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/113212817195719448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=113212817195719448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/113212817195719448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/113212817195719448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2005/11/harry-potty-is-coming-to-town.html' title='Harry Potty is coming to town!'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-113189396386341072</id><published>2005-11-13T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T22:59:23.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rogues:I LOVE YA! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/798/932/1600/woo_hoo_hoo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/798/932/320/woo_hoo_hoo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-113189396386341072?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/113189396386341072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=113189396386341072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/113189396386341072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/113189396386341072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2005/11/roguesi-love-ya.html' title='Rogues:I LOVE YA! :)'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-113189288951251527</id><published>2005-11-13T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T22:41:29.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half of my holidays gone.Its high time i blog.</title><content type='html'>Three wks into my hols.Guess no time shldnt b an excuse for not blogging.Actually i have lots of things to blog abt,since my last entry.But im just so lazy laa..haha I mus really blog on a regular basis.becuz i dun wan to lose those memories,happy or sad.Instead of blogging, i have prefer to take the easier channel and that is to talk....To jiamin. :) Now that holidays r here we finally have more for time each other.Thanks for listening patiently to all my ramblings.Lots n lots of things happen that i have no blogged abt.N these memories r actually starting to fade away in my brain.I hate my bad memory.TSK.okay..let me say it now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last last week went shopping with the rogues on non-trg days,tuesday and thursday.hahaha we really cannot get enuff of each other man.WE r like really c-ing each other for the whole week,everyday!Trgs' FUN shoppings' FUN!!Rogues: Can nv  tell u guys how lucky i am to get into the team,to know u guys,to be with u all, to enjoy the kuku-fun-crazy-loud-embarassing-fulfilling times tgt...becuz if i really were to say,I wld be saying it every day i c u guys. =] U guys will b so irritated by me.haha Walking ard in a big grp is fun as we enjoy the things we c tgt,share a joke tgt,enjoy good food tgt.YUMMMMM.But its definitely not gd for those who wan serious shopping and to c n buy their things.Becuz we always have to wait for each other to finish trying or looking at their things we wld b spending alot of time in each shop.Went for a haircut with alana on of 1 those shoppin days forget when.C!die liaox if today nv blog the shopping outing(s) out i will prob forget that we even shopped tgt a few wks later. =_="""" We went far east to scour for some cheap and good salon.And we decided on this quite-decent looking salon.That stupid alana is quick to tell the guy who entertained us that i will b getting the haircut first(we were arguing who get cut first as we enter the shop becuz we r quite doubtful of tat salon).NVM.turns out i like the guy better...becuz the  middle aged woman who cut for her dont look professional at her.Imagine..that middle agedwoman was actually sitting at one of those seats served by 1 young woman.Then aft my haircut was done,the middle aged woman just stood up n went behind alana and scoop up her hair awhile and say:"So how do  u wan to cut it?"Alana look damn shock,her eyes were wide with fear and bewilderment.I still tot that auntie is a regular customer just trying to make fun of alana for awhile...and i think alana tot so too for at that same time she began laughing.I tot the auntie wld stop her joke since alana already know she is joking...but NO!The auntie actually ask,"What are u laughing abt?" OKay i think if alana is really mean she cld jus say, "Im laughing at u!?I dun wan someone who din even have her hair washed(i think the young girl who helped her shampooed her hair obviously is as forgetful as me n din realise that auntie's hair is not rinsed =_="),look auntie and have some weird ear protector thing cup ard the ears." hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;But obviously shes nt mean hahaha and she actually look quite sad to find out that the auntie is not playing a joke on her.At the end,i think her hair turned out nice!She look nicer with the fringe :) That auntie knows her stuff aftall.haha We also went food republic to eat on thursday i think.I &lt;3 FOOD REPUBLIC.Me n alana went to look ard the kampung-themed foodcourt and we were actually quite spoil for choice.Theres a wide array of cuisine.As she loves dim sum, we decided on sharing bee hoon and the dim sum.We went to those stall that sells wu xiang and order a plate of economical bee hoon.We both think we look rather poor and pathetic becuz the both of us queued up only for 1 plate of bee hoon,with not even 1 piece of wu xiang.And as we leave the stall with chili and bee hoon the stallholder mus b thinking how thrifty youngsters these day r....haha.The zhi bao ji from the dim sum store is finger licking gd!Thats called Finger Lickin' Gd kay!KFC,GO AWAY!hahaha And the dessert...WEEEEEEEE!Heavenly too~~ I love the mango with the pomelo thing.LOVIN' IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aft dinner,we make a din by shouting at each other from the diff end of the table and everybody just talk n argued with each other.hahaha it comes to a pt we all make peace n started looking for a common target:charlotte.Our resident teasing target.I think she said something abt how she is so full the food is at her chest area and she feel uncomfortable.Then someone started by saying how "special" charlotte is when her food gets to her chest and ours go to stomach.N no doubt that led on to how charlotte have "bountiful blessings" but we have none.Sheryl and kaiyin even go to the extent of complaining how jealous they r of charlotte as she can rest her blessings(shes tat bountiful) on the table while the both of them wan to rest them on table also cannot. HAHAHAHA!That cracked the whole table up la!I think we r so loud even the table of guys behind us also know what we talking abt and even turned ard n look.Guess they wan to c for themselves the much talked about... charlotte's famous bountiful blessings!hahahaha!We went on to playing bridge.the game that is all the rage in our team.We play it everywhere,everytime.WE play it aft dinner in foodcourts at lot 1, we play it outside lot 1 when the foodcourt is closed, we play it at the grandstand b4 n aft trg, we even play it while we r at town. =_=" N some of us even go to the extent of playing it on the bus,while standing!I know u r damn amazed by our supernatural powers and is murmuring under ur breath "WAH...DAMN ZAI!".Yes,we know that.WE r VERY zai,to the extent that we even know that u think we r zai.wahahahaha =D We played bridge until the all the stalls r cleaning up and we r the only ones left in the foodcourt.Ya..we r really obsessed with bridge now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trgs this wk been quite emotional i think.Moods were easily shown.And its affecting the teamplay.Is quite obvious at times who is not happy with who and the black faces is getting more n more "influential" towards the end of trg.(becuz 1 person black face to another person,that another person will start to black face n the cycle goes)I also got quite pissed at 1 pt during Friday's trg.The frustration just gets to me.But i tried to cool myself time n agn.Guess taking deep breaths helped alot becuz at least i din explode.At least i wasnt as pissed on friday as during the oasis games.That time i was really so pissed at myself i scolded the f word everytime there is a drop ball or when we lose a gr8 chance to score.N it happens that there r  alot of times when that happen so im really scolding vulgarities an awful lot during the game.But seriously,if when im fine with things n i c a black face throwing the temper ard, i dun feel so gd ya?I guess thats how everybody feels.So 1 black face is enuff to dampen our spirits.Thats y i think all of us need to go for lessons to hide our emotions during trgs so that the team spirit is not easily affected!To attain a normal face when we r damn pissed is like reaching nirvana.hahaha Yes we will strive to do that!That is like damn cool actually.But when we wan to show those IMPs(irritating mean pigs) that u r angry, that skill will b more of a hindrance becuz IMPs are so dumb n thick skin they nv care to realise how u r feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that hols start and trgs r on every mon,wed n fri,i have been seeing less of my sisters and parents.There r wks when i dun go back for dinner at all and that is quite bad becuz dinner is the only time i communicate and bond with my family.I actually felt quite guilty for neglecting them and spending too much time with the rogues.Especially for that wk when we went shopping on both non-trg days.Aft m1, i must really stay at home everyday and accompany my mum. :( Seems like i havent talk to her much for a long time.And shes feeling lethargic n sick nowadays. :( What a wonderful daughter i have been...when mums not feeling well and need help in taking care of my nephew, i will b playing rugby in sch.Hais.Mayb aft the m1 touch n my re exam, i will spend lots of time on more bonding sessions with my mum...thru baking cakes and pastries mayb?I used to do that with my mum when i was young.But for now, 1 is coming up becuz im gonna acc her for a medical check up tml.And we already planned to shop and eat gd food tml! :) She promise to buy me a christmas present too! hiak hiak. =D Talking abt re-exam, my elder sis and elder bro in law has been nagging me n really getting on my nerves sometimes as they reminded me every min(yes really every min) to study and stop playing rugby.Im lucky when i get home from rugby trgs they r already going to slp...thats y even as they nag every min,its not for long like a few hours.I understand where they r coming frm..aftall if i fail tis re-exam agn,i will b retained.But i cant stand the way they talk abt rugby.Its like my passion and they keep telling me its useless and how playing it more will increase my chances of becoming a road-sweeper or some dung collector in the future.Yes thank u very much.But as my IQ increase i know that i can go back to I-Lotus worse come to worse and b a freaking boring no-life operator.I dun have to do such jobs kay...anyway they r taken up by all the bangladeshi.N im not in china.Finally theres once i cheer for the presence of bangaladeshis in Spore.:) But these re exams,i mus really cherish this chance and do well for BOTH my bio n chem,altho i only need to pass one of it to promote.Theres really a pt when i tot i wldnt even have a chance to re-exam when my tcher told the class"There r a few in the class who wld b retaining..." And i tot.."What the hell!?"Actually i already tot since i got 1 A n 1AO pass n i can take re exam but at the way my tcher pt it,it seems im def in for retaining. I really prayed that God will give me a chance n i will really take it seriously.So now that i have been given a chance,i must at least stick to my promise n cherish the chance n put in all my effort to study for it.I will wan to c my elder sis n bro-in-laws' faces when they find out i did well for both my bio n chem re exam.AND I LONG for the day when i can tell them proudly of how i did while reminding n proving to them rugby doesnt affect my studies at all.But what i say now is all empty talk.Its what the chinese call  "blow the cannon".hahaha chui da pao(is my han yu pin yin right?)hahaha SO!I cannot b a da pao xian(the cannon fairy..wahahaha!How funny it sounds).I must prove what i say.Give me moral support ya? :)))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rogues have started working as banquet waitresses and they r really chionging the nights to earn money.haha i also wan!Kaixin,ching,kaiyin,alana,charlotte have already started working at Oriental and dorcas is gonna start soon at Fullerton.Mj is getting a Fossil job aft m1 touch.I ALSO WANT!But not until aft re exams.Now my priority is re-exam and m1 touch!Aft m1 touch ,i will wan to conc fully on re exam n stay at home n study everyday.Aft re-exam,then i will chiong to earn money money MONEY becuz i badly wan to shop n i wan to buy alot of things.Moreover,theres gonna b lots of sales in dec! =D Lemme c..i wan to buy christmas presents,clothes,bags,shoes,jeans.Ummm...aft my re-exam i wan to go on sleepovers,vcd marathons,cooking madness!hahaha dunno y i just feel like staying home or going someone else's place(better...becuz i dun wan to blow up my own kitchen hahaha!) and bake brownies,cookies and make desserts!hee hee.Care to try my culinary skills?hee. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its just a matter of trying&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Did i try enuff?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have always been trying n i know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But r  there things i dunno?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Should i stop trying, i wonder more oftenly recently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;There r just some things efforts prob isnt proportional to how i wan it to b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I dunno whether u think i have nv tried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Truth is i tried so hard it gets so tough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Or r things not what i perceived it to b?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Is there a diff light to things?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Im not sure how i have done wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;N mayb i nv know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Becuz it all goes unresolved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nothings said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nothings done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It is left as it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Like now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-113189288951251527?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/113189288951251527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=113189288951251527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/113189288951251527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/113189288951251527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2005/11/half-of-my-holidays-goneits-high-time.html' title='Half of my holidays gone.Its high time i blog.'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-112749467870621648</id><published>2005-09-23T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T18:39:07.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unforgettable b day =D</title><content type='html'>I HAVE TO BLOG ABT THIS!MY B DAYYYY! =)I really enjoyed myself alot during these 3 days..so much so tat my revision actually din progress at all =P -&gt; =( .haha Im really thankful for thosefor those who remembered and even go to great lengths to make my b day memorable and special.=) Thanks so much for those sweet(cards,kaiyin's photo frame n notes),thoughtful(jiamin's agar,chang zhen's chocs),beautiful and meaningful(everyone else!) gifts.It made my day =D.Thanks for making me such a happy and fortunate girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 21st Sept, chang zhen and kelly celebrated for me at cafe cartel.Enjoyed myself so much n lee chang zhen i miss u so much more aft the outing!Ur retardity is amazing n amusing at the same time.Thanks kiaolee and dog(changzhen yes u) for the presents.They r so totful n sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 22nd Sept,came to sch thinking reina is gonna b so paiseh with the patrick lantern playing the stupid out-of-pitch lousy song ,hanging at her locker.But instead i got a RIFLE hung at my locker too.Its so big n prominent i can c it from the concourse.And the most disgusting thing is kaiyin actually drew hearts all over the rifle n wrote abt someone ,the twin bro of  joon yan loving me.THANKS.I was so embarassed by the rifle and many classes actually walked past my locker n many even luffed at it.Nevertheless, kaiyin made it up by giving me choc coated strawberries n marshmallows.YUMMY YUMMY! =) CHAN KAIYIN, thanks for creating so many surprises for me on my b day! ( the treasure hunt,the crumpler bag,the RIFLE) Hey bestest bud, thanks for giving me such a memorable n sweet 17th b day.I love ur confession to me in the 3 scrolls(hairy pot style).U ROCK =D.Thanks huiyi,alana,tianning , sheryl and kaiyin for spending for b day with me at marche =D.And tian ning thanks so much for carrying my presents for me ard orchard(i know they r heavy becuz altho im very strong n macho, i nearly died b4 i can get home )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, me n karmun met up with jiamin,kian you n timothy aft sch.Jiamin planned a surprise for me and they r supp to b bringing me to this mysterious place.But cutie(im tryin to b sarcastic) timothy actually spoil the plan by blurting out where we r going TWICE on the train.hahaha but nvm...u all r so gr8 i forgive ur retardedness.So Timo, if u r guiltily waving ur dirty finger which u just use to pick ur nose with ard, dun b too sad ah!haha Anyways,they brought me to the rooftop of esplanade!WEEE HEEE!The scenery is so nice n the ambience rocks la.WE bought takeaway dinner n had a feast there. =) Jiamin bought me this coffee eclair from starbucks which totally rocks la.Inside the eclair is actually ice cofee blended!COOL RIGHT!?For those who havent eaten it b4 must go try its damn nice!Those who have eaten it b4 n thinks im retarded to exclaim in tis way as if im a cheenapork who just swam to the spore shores,pls shut up.hahaha I think becuz inside the eclair is coffee blended, it actually looks quite gross and unappetising.Luckily the roof top of the esplanade is so dimly lit i actually cant really c it clearly.haha N YAH!Kian you n timothy is so damn funny they can make me roll on the floor laughing like a dog.*hey y not consider co own some entertainment shop which involves the 2 of u going to events n  parties to entertain ppl.hahaha drop the idea of co-owning a lan shop la* Jiamin n karmun later on disappeared to buy ice cream up for me and they actually came back with something they claim is vanilla ice cream.BUT YEA RIGHT!They got a evil motive to stink my mouth n actually bought me garlic ice cream from the garlic restaurant!EEK YUCK.It really tastes like garlic n aft eating it for awhile its actually quite hot.But nonetheless u guys r simply GREAT! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im happy SHA LA LA.WOO OHH OHHH OHHH OHHH HAPPY SHA LA LA! =D&lt;br /&gt;Im hopelessly in love with all of u. HOW!? haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-112749467870621648?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/112749467870621648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=112749467870621648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/112749467870621648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/112749467870621648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2005/09/unforgettable-b-day-d.html' title='Unforgettable b day =D'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-112704875602237497</id><published>2005-09-18T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T21:05:56.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks jiamin.</title><content type='html'>Thanks jiamin. =)&lt;br /&gt;What u have said in the sms meant so much to me...Just a sms to show that u care. =)IT cheered me up alot u know.hahaha i bet u know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                            &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THANKS SO MUCH =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-112704875602237497?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/112704875602237497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=112704875602237497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/112704875602237497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/112704875602237497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2005/09/thanks-jiamin.html' title='Thanks jiamin.'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-112670958506737218</id><published>2005-09-14T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T22:53:05.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foursome Days =)</title><content type='html'>Celebrated jiamin's birthday at PS today with 4some nib..with 2 extras timothy n kian you.haha =P OKay la they r nt extras...they actually liven up the whole celebration with their sarcasm and jokes =) WEEEEE felt so gd to be with them!ITs just like sec sch days when we laugh every moment during the 30 mins recess break n we will laugh all the way from canteen back to our classroom.I think we were rather unwelcome at lonh john silvers becuz we r like hogging the seats n we made such alot of noise by laughing like horses and screaming out of nowhere.hahaha.I really felt so gr8..Its so comfortable to b with them and being with them makes me feel peaceful n safe..dunno y...haha so weird right.Mayb becuz i know that being with them i wont have to worry abt anything else.They r all that matters =)) Chris was like telling us abt how despo she was by saying the guys at nj is really no kick.hahaha i had a shock when i heard tat from her becuz she always used to lead us in discriminating despo ppl.Talk abt desponess.TSK.She wld even jump at the chance of being with kian you and timothy.hahaha And she told us abt the NERDS at nj.haha All the nerds nerds nerds n NERDS.N we realise shes morhping into 1 to..wah look at the nerdy culture man.haha We took neoprint n taking neoprint with them jus felt so diff agn.haha its been ages we took neoprint..As usual, we spent our time laughing at each other's silliness n their weird frens n the stupid frequent burps jiamin always have to let out aft each mouthful of food.(haha okay tats abit exaggerating.yes only abit.)The most funny  thing happened when we were taking the mrt to raffles place when we r going home...We r laughing n is very rowdy as we stood ard the door.i actually think the ppl on the train is abit disturbed( yes agn abit.)Then as the train pulled to a stop at raffles place mrt, n b4 the door open, this uncle actually come behind us n interrupted our luffin n asked us in a very angry ton :" Are u all alighting!?" WE were all shocked for the sudden interruption and the man's black face.But we replied :" Ya." with abit of apprehension.Then that guy 's tone actually soften n say " Okay lo." WAH LAO I TELL U HE DAMN PAISEH CAN.I gave no mercy and laughed out loud becuz i really felt it was very funny that he actually expected us to say no and he can then go on to scold us abt being noisy n blocking the door.BUT HE CANT!That look of disappointment on his face is HAHAHA! And when i laughed n the others started laughing too....he even laughed with us la!But in a very qian bian kind of laugh which goes HA........HA.........HA............HA......... Stupid psychotic demented uncle.And as we walk over to the oppp train to take n he went on to take the escalator...he still stare at us n continue with his monotonous HA........HA..........HA.......HA......... GRRRR!More n more weird uncles r appearing ard spore.I shall carry a anti-uncle amulet with me everytime i go out.hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway im very excited n happy!8 more dayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyys!U know what im talking abt!U guys got tis wkend n if i dun c anything by then  i shall disown whoever is so mean.haha =)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-112670958506737218?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/112670958506737218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=112670958506737218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/112670958506737218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/112670958506737218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2005/09/foursome-days.html' title='Foursome Days =)'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-112637014156202427</id><published>2005-09-11T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T00:35:41.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shitty moments.</title><content type='html'>Perhaps its all my own wishful thinking.Theres no such thing yet i assumed there is.I was assured there was but i really dont c it.Am i just being comforted or am i being patronised?Im tired n sick of all the guessing i have to do.So i will just assume that i wasnt n mayb tat will get me happier.That will get me from expecting too much.Yes thats it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel like shit whenever i have to think abt tis when im feeling happy.Im like happy from one whole day of fun with the rogues n out eating with my sis accompanied by a delicious dinner n dessert.Everything just made my day n suddenly i have to think abt it n it made me so sad totally.I feel so assed now.I think this shld come to an end n i shall stop thinking abt this.Im just being so freaking stupid.I shld b thinking of studying now.STUDYSTUDYSTUDY.Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-112637014156202427?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/112637014156202427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=112637014156202427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/112637014156202427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/112637014156202427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2005/09/shitty-moments.html' title='Shitty moments.'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-112628609534523294</id><published>2005-09-09T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T02:07:26.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im not an auntie.</title><content type='html'>1 wk gone.20 days left.Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ytd went out to celebrate chang zhen's b day.We had a feast at cafe cartel! =D Zhi wen joined us supposedly for the front part ONLY when we r waiting for potty  to come.But as we all know mr zhi is a rather thick skinned guy whos quite unbelievable.=X Lucky he dont read my blog.But he cldnt resist our beauty anyway n decided to skip his german class n joined us for dinner at cafe cartel too altho he dunno chang zhen,who is the star of the day.(told ya hes risking the chance of feeling left out becuz hes jus too besotted with us)Mr zhi revealed to me tat SOMEONE said i look like im from china n i look like an auntie.!!??HUH.Auntie is a very sensitive word to me n in my opinion i am officially eligible to b one at the age of 40.Surely not at the tender age of 16!?To hell with tat person.But still when i c the person i will smile to tat person n pretend as if i dunno tat he said tat of me becuz im nt supp to know.But aft i walk past tat person i will prob just twist his head off from behind n kick it to his hometown.Anyways, at the time when im at my weakest n am gr8ly traumatised, both my frens(kelly n changzhen) have to tell me vehemantly tat i really look like an auntie.I broke down in tears at plaza sing n just collapse at the front door.I refuse to get off the floor n they actually asked the security guard to lift me off the floor n threw me into the fountain infront of plaza sing.They dun bother to pick me up from the fountain n went cafe cartel to have a feast.haha okay im just having abit of hallucination here but it goes to prove tat i have no FRENS.Stupid chang zhen who later admits to me tat she sincerely thinks im nt auntie, had actually been calling me auntie in a very satisfying manner for the whole day.She only admits to me at the end of the whole day when im already feeling like shit.=( But nvm im strong.Im gonna pretend tat nothing happened n kill the person who said im auntie n so everybod will actually think im normal altho im really an auntie.Or i can just try to change my over exaggerated actions n my las/lors/mehs.haha yes i think its better to do the latter.Anyway,i was very happy ytd becuz for monday to wednesday i din go out at all n was cooped up at home.Staying at home n not seeing my frens for 3 days completely dehumanise me.I felt quite gloomy(becuz theres nothing much to laugh abt n i keep forcing myself to study) n the worse is i became a full time nanny to ryan.Hes so naughty now he screams the whole day n keep dropping his pacifier(which results in me always having to take hot water, wash it with hot water n cool it with cold water)Imagine visiting a kitchen like twice in a min becuz he keeps throwing it onto the grd!I feel like hitting him but i felt hitting a toddler isnt morally right.hahaha n besides he wld always laugh to himself in an absolutely cute way tat wld make me forget all my irritations.And being with my frens ytd made me so much happier =). I think its the laughs tat come along with the time spent with them.Wah without having a proper laugh for 1 day really can die.haha We bought chang zhen a bag, a ripcurl water bottle n havianas slippers but since we only wan to give the present when we eat,so i  carried her present in a paper bag walkin ard.Then came a pt of time when she asked me what i was carrying n the only thing to b seen is her bag which has a rather eh..dunno how to say..bohemian print?N kelly replied her tat its my clothes which i brought to change out from my uni. =_=".For ur info, if tat print is to b on clothes , it wld certainly bcum auntie wear.haha Mr zhi ,who din know tat was chang zhen's present, looked at me in disbelief added tat it looks like table cloth.=_=""" When kelly or izzit me added tat its a dress,they all broke out in laughter n even urged me to wear! *&amp;$%^$^&amp;amp;@$ Chang zhen even asked me whether its my mother's n i told her tat my mother bought it for me, thinking tat mayb tat will stop her frm teasing me already( normal law abidding citizens will nt comment at tat pt of time becuz its rude to comment on something ur mother buys for u or so i tot)But obviously chang zhen either cant resist the chance to suan me or she doesnt share the same belief as me n she went on to say tat i shld burn it.hahahaha!Lucky that is nt my clothes or i will b damn sad la.Imagine ur fren telling u to burn ur clothes becuz its damn freaking eyesore.But the thing is the combined effort of being an auntie n having ugly obiang clothes made them all turn against me n suan me all the way.=( I think im quite easily contented already becuz i actually consider tat a happy day!C!LEE CHANG ZHEN KELLY LIM if u r reading tis then u shld feel guilty tat u all made the laughing stock for the whole day!I actually felt happy altho u guys r laughing at me the whole day kay!N lee chang zhen u actually laugh at me nt becuz im really auntie but becuz u got no other chance to laugh at me.Kelly lim u laugh with them at something tat u made up urself!U kukumuthus!But nvm thanks for giving me such a happy day! WEE!Im looking forward to my b day! hee hee. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Dover park hospice tml for cca cip.Hope we can make more ppl smile tml with our singing.haha dun luff ppl actually enjoys our singing okay.haha.Guyys , jia you for promos kays!It jus 20 days away.Aft tis we can all have fun so y not slog the 20 days away first? Hee. =) But meanwhile dun give urselves too much stress as stress is nt a gd fren of mugging.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the nxt time i blog, i will still adore ryan koh ming en. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-112628609534523294?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/112628609534523294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=112628609534523294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/112628609534523294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/112628609534523294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-not-auntie.html' title='Im not an auntie.'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-112558788920434976</id><published>2005-09-01T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T23:18:09.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My emo genes.</title><content type='html'>I consider myself quite emotional at some unnecessary times altho not many ppl will notice.N i really cant help crying really altho i know its stupid to cry at mayb such trivial stuff.But now i can accept it better becuz i just met my real match. My mum.Now i know where i got my emo genes from.We were watching the Project SuperStar Final Match just now on tv.She was happily commenting the show thru out the 2,3 hrs. And she actually cried at the end when Wei Lian was announced as the champion.Ridiculous?Or even funny? Ya i think so too.hahaha Perhaps that is what ppl will think when they catch me crying(which is rather rare becuz im gd in hiding) .Sometimes she really crack me up upside down tho theres a fair share of times she drive me into exasperation.But sometimes i really cant to tell her how ridiculous the things she do can get n mind u she can get really super blur at times that even when my dad chided her she will still ask me what happen.I cant bring my heart to becuz shes actually rather cute when shes being ridculous.And yes one eg of ridiculous thing she say is "Hey that auntie's son work at court leh." Then my sis wld say " Huh?No la..work at court?I tot he last time do sales de?" Then my mum wld insist on her stand n say, " Tsk..ya la i talk to the auntie today only n she told me her son manager at court." Everybod at the table is stunned.Becuz she gave us the impression that the auntie son is a lawyer.Then i was wondering y wld a court need a manager for?With a tot n a laugh i announced to the table , " I think mummy was saying COURTS." Hahahaha isnt she so cute!? N basically nobod really believe abt 80% of the things my mum says.hahaha I just find my mum so cute n innocent at times,n shes really so ridiculous she keeps me amused all the time.Perhaps tats what my dad likes in her.AWWW.so sweet!hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ytd was tchers day n i went back ctss.But tis time rd since we went back late we actually did nt even get to c any tcher except mr lee who waited for us specially aft receiving my call.N the sch is pretty much empty when we reach.Was quite disappointed actually.Then went to orchard with sheryl,ben,kaiyin n feimAAOOOoo.hahaha Everybod had a character to play ytd xcept me.That is becuz im normal n im still janet.hahaha Sheryl is the secretary.Kaiyin is an EAGLE cum animal trainer( courtesy of grace) hahah tat really crack me up big time.Jeff is Feimao(the mao must b pronounced with a very strong nasal voice).Ben is kukuc****yancancook(tot by feimao whos trying to divert our attention on him to ben)hahahaha.Its a pretty happy day! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-112558788920434976?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/112558788920434976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=112558788920434976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/112558788920434976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/112558788920434976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-emo-genes.html' title='My emo genes.'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-112516012263994636</id><published>2005-08-27T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T00:28:42.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a happy girl =)</title><content type='html'>Today went out with baohui nicholas timothy kian you huang wei n iezhi to a supposed steamboat at marina south.I wore a tee shirt,shorts n slippers,a super casual assemble since im going to sweat like hell at that stuffy n greasy steamboat shop.THEN.I have to know tat we r going orchard instead when i reach clementi control station.Where got ppl wear until go beach or worse go downstairs then go orchard de u tell me!And my slippers damn lok kok la.But nvm the rest accepted me for who i am n nv really ostracise me.Thanks. =) hahaha altho i kinda ostracise myself.haha.Anyway, our trip to orchard is basically to eat fast food and wait for iezhi.Half the time we were waiting for iezhi becuz tat stupid gay's hp no batt n tho we agreed to meet at heeren hes nowhere to b seen.When we finally found him, it turns out tat hes also waiting for us but just tat we nv bump into each other =_=".What a orchard trip.Altho the things we do is nothing much(eg. walking ard aimlessly n looking at ppl enjoying the services of free massage chairs) but i guess its the company tat makes the outing meaningful. =D .Yes i had a fun time today. =) Guess im quite happy lately...hee.My class pretty much bonded during pe on thurs.I was laughing like mad at some very funny n cute ppl in my class on thurs during our netball game .Everyone was very happy playing the game. =) Then friday...had dinner with huiyi alana sheryl ben kaiyin n zhiwen.My mouth was hanging open all the time becuz it was busy laughing.haha Lots of disgusting n stupid stuff but nonetheless funny.Then kaiyin zhiwen n me still stayed back to talk at the control station until 11 plus..laughing(as usual) at some funny characters in pjc n the ridiculous things they do.Things r also as funny today with the ultimate partners kian you n timothy.The suaning partners.They can suan anyone n still make the person feel funny instead of angry.Or at least for me.hahaha We were sitting at the staircase outside the orchard control station there n talking crap n the both of them really crack me up big time.All the time i was laughing at their ways of describing their frens at poly, their silly expressions n most impt of all their stupidity n absurdity.hahahaha That dumbasss kianyou can come up with something ridiculous like "The-ppl-say channel" where all the rumours r circulated from there.hahah basically im very happy for the wk ! =D Hope i will still b as happy but i dun think so since promos r coming n im guilty to admit tat im totally nt prepared for it. =( Hope i will have happy news like how much i have studied or my progress in my revision in my next entry.Till then i wld like to say i love all my frens! =D !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-112516012263994636?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/112516012263994636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=112516012263994636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/112516012263994636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/112516012263994636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-am-happy-girl.html' title='I am a happy girl =)'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-112391175040829664</id><published>2005-08-13T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T13:42:30.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saw thru it all.</title><content type='html'>Trgs r gonna b reduced to once a wk...N i have to make full use of my free wednesdays to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;STUDY&lt;/span&gt;!Im only 4 sundays to promos! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;46 DAYS&lt;/span&gt;!Very very terrible.I doubt i can finish studying everything and i better do well..especially in my bio. =( Tried out the night study thing on thurs...quite useful actually.At least i completed my work.If I went home instead, i doubt i will even open my bag n just go straight to slping. Wah think im transforming into a full-time pig.Everyday only know how to slp eat n shit.What the hell. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really get rather pissed when i meet those stupid freaking insensitive n mean pigs.The frequency of meeting them increasing significantly compared to those in ctss.Those ppl r being ostracised in ctss.Now, these ppl r  considered as normal ppl at pjc.What the hell.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MISS CTSS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ... *jan wails* =( okay okay i shall not reminisce anymore.Look forward Janet.If i ever be a principal, i shall set one of the entry requirements as accepting only &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;normal ppl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  instead of insensitive mean pigs.Then everyone in my sch will b happy n they will write in their blogs tat they love me.However, if i manage to b a policewoman i shall shoot every insensitive  mean pigs(&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;IMPs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) down so tat the entire singapore population will consist of only &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;normal ppl  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and Singapore will b a very very happy country.Then i will b a role model for fellow policemen and the whole police force will b hunting down every IMP they c and the whole IMP race is exterminated.The whole Singapore will write in their blogs that they love me when tat day comes.Wow seems like i make a bigger contribution being a policewoman. *smirks* =D Anyway, back to IMPs.I finally sorted out my tots ytd.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ppl have no obligation to be nice to ppl. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; I mean i dun expect ppl to be REALLY NICE, but just b normal alright?Dun have to treat ppl extremely nice but just be &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NORMAL NICE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I often took for granted the nice ways frens behave and when i c these ppl i get very perplexed y they behave this way.Okay  an eg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If u happen to put ur bag in this open air area with ur class n walk away...then it suddenly rains and everybody brought their bags and rush into shelter.Isnt it normal to just actually grab as many bags as u can n help those who were nt there to bring their bags in?But NO!IMPS think otherwise.As long as their bags n bodies r safe frm the rain, they dun give a damn abt what happen to other ppl.All tat is in their heads is me,mE n ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That is an eg of what we expect of normal ppl to behave.It is nice of them to have tot of u and help u but isnt it how all normal ppl will do?I call this normal nice, which is actually very gd enuff.Yet, i dun find much of these ppl ard me nowadays.So actually i told myself tat ppl dun owe u anything so they actually dun have to b normal nice to u at all.In fact , i told myself to think  tat actually the whole spore population consists of only IMPs.If i ever met &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;1 super sweet n nice fren,&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; i should  immediately rush to buy a roasted pig n thank my ancestors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This wld enable me to accept those IMPs (altho i still aspire to b a policewoman because of them) and make me feel less upset whenever i have any encounter with IMPs.Moreover, i wld appreciate every single normal nice things my frens do for me. =) But still, i will carry a cast iron 2m long rod with me ard the sch n use it to slam any IMP whenever i like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh yah, and if i ever manage to b a policewoman, i will b able to get all the bangalas off Singapore too.They are like trying to fill up singapore with their ppl, hoping nobod will notice.BUT NO!I noticed! Their turf used to b little india.And they seem to b infesting Jurong Point now. *horrified* I saw large grps of them having picnic on the wide grass patch infront of Boon Lay MRT.What the hell la.Lets hope their next turf is nt clementi.*cross finger* And no im nt really targetting at indians but only the lewd bangalas.The disgustingly scary and smelly bangalas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-112391175040829664?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/112391175040829664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=112391175040829664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/112391175040829664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/112391175040829664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2005/08/saw-thru-it-all.html' title='Saw thru it all.'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-112356408489234315</id><published>2005-08-09T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T13:08:04.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My most traumatising day.(or mayb not)</title><content type='html'>Ytd i encountered the 2 most recent traumatising things bsides the prospect of seeing chang zhen for this outing n being nearly knocked down by a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out with spastic chang zhen ytd and due to her childish behaviour, she like to push me ard and make me feel paiseh.One of her attempts finally succeed when we were at cineleisure and we were talking when she suddenly push me towards tis guy for no specific reason.I was really caught off guard.So caught off guard i was tat i really fell hard into tat guys arms.I WAS SO EXTREMELY EMBARASSED.N u know what the guy had to say!? He din even say anything.HE gave me a very pek chek look and said TSK in a very revolting way.Given his rxn , i was lucky  tat he din push me away in disgust or i wld look as if i purposely fall in his arms. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when i was going home ytd at ard 8 plus, i saw these 2 bangala workers lurking under the dim lights of the lampposts.I was quite freaked out as its the seventh mth and they have to b lurking ard liddat.Anyways, i walk past them and later felt tat they were just right bhind me.They were pushing their bicycles merrily bhind me n altho im sure my size din occupy the whole of the wide pathway i dont know y they refuse to walk past me.As i walk quicker n quicker , i cld feel one of the bangla's bicycle nearer n nearer to me.I was quite freaked out at tat moment already since the void deck of my block is mysteriously deserted.When i stop at the lift i found out tat they r also taking the lift.So i walk to the letter box and linger ard there until a lift come.HOWEVER , since a lift cant take 2 bicycles and 2 extremely dirty banglas and 1 more uncle, 1 bangla is left waiting for the nxt lift.When the nxt lift finally came, i tot hes going in then i tot to myself i will take the next lift then.HOWEVER, altho only 1 old uncle is inside the lift n the space left in the lift is sure to contain him n his bicycle , he DIN enter it.I was like okay...he wont enter then i will.Then i quickly ran frm the letter box to the lift n attempt to stop the lift door frm closing.And in the suayest moments of my life, the lift door just close right b4 me and no matter how violently i press the button it just wont open agn.At this moment, the stupid filthy bangala had to LAUGH.And when i look at him with my dirtiest look, he actually SMILED to me.I was so scared he wont take the lift until i take the lift n since theres hardly any nomal ppl gotta take the lift , im going to b stuck at the void deck.I immediately call chang zhen and he keep staring at me while i search for chang zhen's no..I walked away to the letter box n told chang zhen everything.Aft chang zhen advise me to call my mum down , i saw a rowdy family coming my way n i was so relieved i can take the lift with them.But at tis pt of time the bangala suddenly disappear.Wah lao.Dun ever let me c a bangala smile agn i will attempt to pull out all their teeth.hahaha  *menacing laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eldest sis and my 3rd sis n my bro in law actually abandoned me at home to watchfireworks at marina =( .I was slping then and im sure they din make enuff effort to wake me up so i was feeling very sad they left me to have fun themselves.When i told my mum abt tis , she said :" Shirley yi zhi yao ni ke shi yao bu xing ni..." Then i was like Huh?Got meh? Then she continued, " ni dang ran bu dong la...ni shui dao hao xiang yi zhi zhu." I finally admit to what i tot my sis was accusing me all the while.I really slp like a pig.Nothing seems to b able to wake me up anymore . =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-112356408489234315?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/112356408489234315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=112356408489234315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/112356408489234315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/112356408489234315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-most-traumatising-dayor-mayb-not.html' title='My most traumatising day.(or mayb not)'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-112334525367055605</id><published>2005-08-07T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T00:20:53.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im a pig.im a pig.im a stupid pig pig pig *in singsong manner*</title><content type='html'>What i fear most has come finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have contracted the eating disorder : The cantstopmunchingoriwillgetspasms. A more widely known name for it is imapig disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been eating n eating recently,non-stop.I eat every break.And my breaks can be like only an hr away from each other.*screams* ARGH!Im gonna turn into a gigantic pink monster(widely known as the pig). Even when im nt hungry i will still buy something n eat frm the vending machine.OH GOD.Someone jus slap me hard on the face n shake me hard.I need someone to tie me to the bench during breaks so tat i wont rush straight to the stalls.Right now im actually having a strong desire to  eat when im nt really hungry at all.What is happening to me!? And i realise my face is getting fatter.CRAP. In a mths time my face gonna b as round as my butt.And nobody will recognise me.My family will disown me becuz my mum will insist she nv gave birth to a pig.My frens will ostracise me becuz they insist they nv talk to animals.hahaha i know this is yet another exaggerated and paranoid entry but its indeed true tat my face is getting fatter i dunno y!And i actually had the cheek to laugh at a photo of post-giving birth evelyn tan particularly at her baby fat face. This is call retribution.ARGH. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-112334525367055605?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/112334525367055605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=112334525367055605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/112334525367055605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/112334525367055605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-pigim-pigim-stupid-pig-pig-pig-in.html' title='Im a pig.im a pig.im a stupid pig pig pig *in singsong manner*'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-112333263255046943</id><published>2005-08-06T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T20:50:32.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A hell of a wk.</title><content type='html'>Too tired to get online these days much less blog.Decided to stay in sch to study until 9 frm nxt wk onwards to make sure i embark on my revision.I have been especially attracted to the bed these days and i nv manage to refuse its invitation.This result in me not getting my work done and feeling very bad every morning, cursing myself for giving in to the temptation of the bed.Promos is less than 2 mths time n i cant afford to b retain.Janet!Stop slping and procastinating n get ur hands moving to do some work! My first short term goal : To finish the huge pile of work i have accumulated by the end of tis wkend.If i dont, i think i will just get home and do my work right aft the national day cleebrations on monday.The prospects make me feel sad already.NOO!I must finish all my work so i can go out happily on Monday like all the others instead of returning home at 10 loserishly.haha.Yes tats right , janet guai...haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wk passed extremely fast and trgs are getting more tiring.Just last fri alone , we ran 8 rds.Pretty tiring but still manageable.But i dont know what it will b like when the rds r gonna increase to 10.*shudders* Oh yeah..Had a new haircut.Refreshing change i wld say hahaha.Had my hair chopped off frm shoulder length hair to really short hair.I told the hairstylist not to cut it too short but he insisted my curls r getting out of control n he gonna give me a new look to manage the curls.I think i look rather reluctant but he doesnt really care and continue on with the furious snipping.hahaha. I was pretty happy with the new look but my frens cant accept it.Everyone were like giving me the "What the hell did u do to ur hair!?" look and some tot i look like a guy =_=" .Thanks.But nvm, hair will grow.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 day hols r coming...altho im gonna mug hard for these 3 days...but still i can do with a break right? hee.Im hoping to catch up with meng and karmun.Its been ages since i last shopped with karmun and i havent heard anything frm meng.It feels so strange to nt hear her voice for wks.I guess i really must get use to tis since shes nt in pjc anymore and she really belongs to ny.Think i shldnt always nag at her to come back...its not like 1st 3 mths already like what she said. Hais.Time is ticking mercilessly and i have known balonglongs for more than 6 mths!? And i have been separated frm the foursome nib for like 6 mths too!?n im already finishing my 1st yr of jc course. I shall nt b so playful anymore and concentrate on my A levels already.Sigh.Alright,I hope to have more happy news for my next entry. haha =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile , a stupid picture to entertain.Me hugging my long lost old flame.hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/798/932/320/bullseyes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                          The crazy nonsensical stuff rogues do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-112333263255046943?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/112333263255046943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=112333263255046943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/112333263255046943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/112333263255046943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2005/08/hell-of-wk.html' title='A hell of a wk.'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-112221437057204678</id><published>2005-07-24T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T22:12:50.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Won NJ n NYJ in frenly matches!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Wee!Theres gd news!WE won NJC by 1-0 n NYJC by 3-0 ytd!Lets cheer n clap!Thank u thank u.hahaha Damn happy can.We were actually expecting to lose to nj n win ny.Guess we were all quite scared off by nj's name.And the star of the match is alana!She scored 3 of the 4 tries!Damn pro!Lets build her a worship place.hahaha And i have been fairly happy for the past week =D WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SPOILERS AHEAD (READ ONLY U HAVE READ THE BK )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Finally finish the Harry Potter bk...hais.Damn sad can!I was like crying when dumbledore died n at the end when harry rmbed what he said to dumbledore that made dumbledore very touched..:"Im dumbledore's man thru n thru." WAH.A mark of loyalty.N Harry even told that new minister of magic tat dumbledore is not yet gone as " Dumbledore will only b gone when none is loyal to him at hogwarts".Damn touching!I was sobbing madly by then.I want dumbledore back!Im expecting more deaths in the last bk as its the final showdown btw harry n lord voldermort.N i want dumbledore to b there for harry...like how he have always been! =( I have grown so accustomed to dumbledore's assuring presence thruout the series that i tot hes so wise n invincible he wld nv die.In fact, b4 i read the ending i already know abt dumbledore's death becuz of these stupid sji guy talking loudly on the bus to show off to the world that he already finish reading the bk.Kukumalusai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Something happened on thursday.I cldnt imagine it happening...to me.I took it quite badly becuz from the way i have been informed, it seems like i have to expect for the worst.But thank god really , it kinda got resolved today.I was damn freaking relieved.I was afraid the worse might come and life wldnt b the same.Thank god.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-112221437057204678?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/112221437057204678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=112221437057204678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/112221437057204678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/112221437057204678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2005/07/won-nj-n-nyj-in-frenly-matches.html' title='Won NJ n NYJ in frenly matches!'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-112099944228835034</id><published>2005-07-10T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T20:44:02.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends will always b there when u need them.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/798/932/1600/edisonchencool.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I am very grateful for what a fren had said to me ytd.He may nt b my best fren but hes def a rather gd fren.Altho separated in diff jc,n the fact tat i havent been talking to him for quite some time,i somehow nv quite expected he wld b the one to comfort me when im so drained.In fact, im very happy tat he bothered to ask me a simple caring qns.I mean,at tat moment,i just know tat i have to live with tis prob tat has been plaguing me for so long n life just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/798/932/1600/sideviewofedisonchen.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;has to go on.Bsides i also think i having been complaining n whining too much abt it so i dun wanna bother my frens abt it anymore.Anyways, what can b done?But he told me a story n encourage me to not let the environment change me or even affect me.He also made me miss ctss so much i was in tears when i recalled the days at ctss while talking to him.Mayb tats what i need..a release.Altho in those memories he may nt always b the main char, but at least i know tat he seems to b always ard somewhere in tat memory.Becuz he was in the same class as me frm sec 1 to sec 4.N without fail, during examinations, he wld always b behind me or infront of me,for we bore the same surname.Thanks so much tuck foong.U have been a really gr8 fren indeed.I wld nv ever let the environment change me for the worse.Next time if i ever encounter any event determined to crush my confidence, to make me unhappy, i wld just face it with a SMILE.I realise tat it is the best weapon to face any problems.Becuz 1stly, it wld make u feel emotionally stronger becuz u know tat u r nt affected by such things n 2ndly, the person who created such unhappy events will either feel disappointed tat im nt affected or guilty when they had done such a mean thing to make a &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; person sad.Im gonna b a smiling janet again. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;U R NT GONNA SPOIL MY DAY EVER AGAIN.IM GOING TO CONTINUE  SMILING.UR WORDS OR ACTIONS WILL NV AFFECT ME ANYMORE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I have come up with this Janet's theory of dealing with disgusting,insensitive,mean,no-one-likes ppl.I have nt applied for patent rights yet so u r free to use this , if u want.hahahaha =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;1)The ever polite way ---&gt;Thanks for all the mean things u have attacked me with/Thanks for the hurting actions u have done to me.I really appreciate ur effort and i can c tat u have put in alot of hard work.U can do better than tis!Keep up the good work! *gives a pat on the person's shoulder n flashes the person a mega watt smile tat will blind the person* This is perferably delivered with a chirpy tone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;2)The direct,couth n confirm-make-the-person-shut-up way ---&gt;WHAT THE F!?DID U JUST PASS A (insert vulgarity) HURTING REMARK ON ME!?Y R U SO (insert vulgarity) INSENSITIVE!?TO THINK I EVEN CONSIDER SUCH A (insert vulgarity) PERSON AS A FREN!THIS IS HOW U (insert vulgarity) TREAT ME!?DONT TALK TO ME ANYMORE U (insert vulgarity) To bring tis method to its maximum effects, it wld b gd if u overturn tables n chairs or kick anything in ur sight when u r saying the above speech.End the last setence of the speech with a menacing glare into the offenders' eyes n storm out of the room the dinosaur style. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;3)The nonchalant what-u-do-doesnt-concern-me way ---&gt;So what?Y r u blabbering on abt this things here?Do i look like i care?Im sorry if i ever gave u the impression tat i care but the fact is i dont.So u think i will b upset by what u say?Im sorry again if i disappoint u but as i say im nt interested in whatever concerns u n so i wont take what u say to heart too. Offender will surely retort with something mean again given their "i must torture everyone with my mean-ness" nature.So immediately do tis right aft ur speech: Rolls eyes,cross ur hands infront of u n walk away slowly.But if the offender had the reflexes to attack u with another mean thing as u walk away, dont bother to turn back n just wave one of ur hand in a "whatever" fashion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;4)The weird nonsensical way ---&gt; Right aft the offender attack u with something really hurting n mean, look far ahead with misty eyes for abt 15 secs.Then immediately launch urself into a series of maniacal laughters n rock ur body abt violently.U can use tis chance to hit the offender anyway anywhere u like.But do take note tat the bashing can only lasts for abt 10 secs.The chances r the person wld b too shocked n taken aback to retailiate.Thereafter, u shld look far ahead again, this time wearing a look of torture first n then sadness on ur face for abt 10 secs respectively.The person would feel tat this whole thing is extremely ridiculous at tis pt of time so u can do something extreme like giving the person a hug or slapping the person b4 running(i mean really RUN) off.The probability of this person ever attacking u with mean remarks or even do hurtful things to u is abit lesser than 0.This is because the person wld b pondering y u r liddat right aft u leave n he/she can only account ur weird behaviour with the fact tat he/she is being too mean to u.And nobody likes weird ppl.So in order to keep offender away frm u in long term, it wld b advisable to always act abit out of sorts,mad or delusional (for eg. constantly murmuring to urself while waving ur hands ard in a violent manner or twirl ur hair in a lovesick expression while giving high pitch laughters to no one in particular) whenever u c the offender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Arent i gr8?I cant imagine i come up with so much crap.But it made me alot happier.Im like cracking myself up as i type tis.hahaha Hope it makes u laugh too.Feel free to use this methods n tell me abt the offender's rxn so tat i can improvise on my method.hahaha I know u guys wont think my methods r anything now but wait till u meet a mean person n u will b grateful to me.I will wait pateintly for gifts n fruit baskets to arrive.wahaha.Anyway,i think u guys will meet a meanie soon.Afterall, i suspect the terrorists in a new attempt to terrorise the world, have planted "Meanies-900" with improved insulting skills,zero insensitivity n they r all programmed to do hurtful things to ppl so as to make ppl's lives miserable.When the time comes, u can use my method to overcome them n please do us all a favour n kill them too.For every meanie u kill, a terrorist will die of cancer.hahaha.I think i will get a nobel prize soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Speaking of terrorists, im feeling sad for the families of those who were killed in the london bombings.The terrorists have striked again.Those families have lost a loved one,through the terrorists' irresponsible actions.Those killed were gone in a flash, with no chance to say a last goodbye to their family n frens, and to tell them how much they love them.These people have done nothing to deserve tis early death.They died because the terrorists are making use of their lives, to challenge peace.It was the lives of those who died they have taken, n they had also taken the hearts of those loved ones of the deceased.They had killed n hurt again n again.In fact,im really worried for peace dont seem to b arriving.Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Treasure n appreciate those u love.Tell them u love them now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-112099944228835034?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/112099944228835034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=112099944228835034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/112099944228835034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/112099944228835034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2005/07/friends-will-always-b-there-when-u.html' title='Friends will always b there when u need them.'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-112045373821564800</id><published>2005-07-04T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T21:00:58.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sista Bonding.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Went shopping with my 3rd sis ,irene ytd.She finally brought me to bakerzin!! Tell u im damn happy la.I have been craving for their desserts frm goodness knows when.AWW.I ate the strawberry cheesecake.All their desserts r like so exquisite n nice la.N the price isnt steep too.Next time if u ever go paragon must try! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;N i met such alot of weird ppl ytd ..im starting to think some ship have secretly imported some weirdos frm some kuku island last night. Firstly, theres tis two very weird looking men sitting at tis table next to us.Then these particular disgusting man sitting bside my sis is like completely so obviously looking at my sis as he turns his head n stare at my sis.He stared, accompanied by a very se smile on his face.I was like &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;HELLO!?&lt;/span&gt; Feel like smacking his stupid face la.Disgusting is the word.My sis din nt even realise n she just continue talking to me.N i was like so distracted n i keep &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;GLARING &lt;/span&gt;at the man.N the prob is whenever i had the courage to glare at someone the person wont look at me de.What is tis!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I think a better way of making him stop staring is to stare at him in a affectionate , "im-smitten-with-u" look to freak him off.That will thoroughly disgust him i bet.wahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Aft shopping at orchard until ard 8 , we went to meet my elder sis n elder bro in law for dinner at holland v.During the dinner,it was apparent how diff the frequency of ppl of diff generations were.As we were eating ,we were also watching the nkf charity show on channel u.When sylvester came out to sing,me n irene eyes were like wide open with interest while my elder sis n bro in law just kept themselves busy with eating.Then when the ulu 60s singer who look like he don a wig came out,my elder bro in law was like singing with him (=_=") merrily while my elder sis look happy to c tis "lost in the several decades" singer.When i told my elder sis we saw tis project superstar finalist at paragon, my elder bro in law suddenly chup in n say he saw tis pair of brother n sister at ang mo kio tat day.Then i was like thinking which actor n actress were siblings when my elder sis added:" there...tat one lo...that bro n sis on news who dun have electricity n water supply in their hse de..".I immediately went doink n burst out laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tats generation gap for u .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Aft dinner, we went cold storage for my elder sis needs to stock up on baby supplies.When this avril lavigne's song was airing on the radio,i was just like doing &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ABIT&lt;/span&gt; of dancing by just shakin n rocking my body ard while walking ard.&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;THEN&lt;/span&gt;, tis stupid man walking bhind me was apparently amused by me n quickly overtook me n went to tell her gf who is ahead abt me.Her gf turned ard n look at me nonchalantly n cont shopping while the stupid guy is still in some laughing fits.&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;When he walked past me, he even giggle abit&lt;/span&gt;, (dunno on purpose or not) to show me his sissy laughter.I told my sis &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;if he ever walk past me agn n giggle, i will laugh maniacally while pointing at him&lt;/span&gt; ,which will have 2 outcomes 1)Encourage ppl to think this man is deranged n join in the laughing action n laugh maniacally with me,at the man too. or 2)Encourage ppl to think IM deranged n security guards will probably come running along but will in a way embarass the guy gr8ly for ppl will think he knows me. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This will show the guy tat my dancing is NOT FUNNY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I feel brilliant.&lt;/span&gt;WAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;A lil qns for those bored to ponder:Have u ever seen a mix blood of bangladeshi n ang moh?Then y ang moh nv marry bangladeshi? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-112045373821564800?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/112045373821564800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=112045373821564800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/112045373821564800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/112045373821564800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2005/07/sista-bonding.html' title='Sista Bonding.'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-111970942278988126</id><published>2005-06-25T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T22:23:42.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/4360/640/P10100241.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/4360/320/P10100241.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There u go.My mad sister's work.But its true...ryan brought colours to our family =) Me n mum look very happy in tis pic too. =D&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-111970942278988126?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/111970942278988126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=111970942278988126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/111970942278988126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/111970942278988126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2005/06/there-u-go.html' title=''/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-111970930254059329</id><published>2005-06-25T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T22:21:42.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/4360/640/P10100371.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/4360/320/P10100371.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An evidence of how cute ryan is.ISNT HE SOOOO CUTEEE!?&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-111970930254059329?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/111970930254059329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=111970930254059329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/111970930254059329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/111970930254059329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2005/06/evidence-of-how-cute-ryan-is.html' title=''/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-111970925044938471</id><published>2005-06-25T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T22:20:50.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/4360/640/P10100311.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/4360/320/P10100311.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shirley n ryan looking so happy here!I think their smile very simliar.Like mother,like son.Mum with 2nd sis grace n her husband.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' 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href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2005/06/shirley-n-ryan-looking-so-happy-herei.html' title=''/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-111970908430338200</id><published>2005-06-25T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T22:18:04.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/4360/640/P1010036.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/4360/320/P1010036.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Centre of attention.My face is blurred on purpose.C how wicked my family is?haha&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-111970908430338200?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/111970908430338200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=111970908430338200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/111970908430338200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/111970908430338200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2005/06/centre-of-attention.html' title=''/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-111970861625481507</id><published>2005-06-25T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T22:10:16.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/4360/640/P1010032.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/4360/320/P1010032.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me,elder sis shirley,mum n third sis irene.Yah they all look so fair i look like a stranger being pulled into the photo just to complete the photo of 5.hahaha 2nd sis grace missing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-111970861625481507?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/111970861625481507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=111970861625481507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/111970861625481507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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ryan, im poking his cheek becuz its very cute.REALLY!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-111970844889325875?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/111970844889325875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=111970844889325875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/111970844889325875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/111970844889325875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2005/06/moms-bday-n-im-nt-abusing-ryan-im.html' title=''/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-111970767422475804</id><published>2005-06-25T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T21:54:34.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I fear for ryan's future...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;To my amusement one day when i was playing with ryan, i found out he had a middle name: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cutie. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So hes now permanently known as Ryan Cutie Koh.If u think its just becuz my family just dotes on him n call him tat, wait till u c him.HES SOOOOOO CUTEEEE!*jan gushes* And everyone in the family will just look stupid n spastic jus to make him giggle n laugh.Especially my bro-in-law.Aft he gets home everyday(my elder bro-in-law n sis currently staying wif us),he will laugh rather spastically to ryan,hoping to make him laugh too(n it makes my bro-in-law look abit mad)Mind u,Ryan is merely 5 mths old n can get into laughing fits.hahahaha so cute isnt it!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But i fear tat he will grow up, used to being called cute n handsome n be a snobbish n arrogant person who slaps ppl just becuz they r ugly.Worst,what if he grows up lacking in the looks department,yet continue to think hes cute n handsome.Then he will b an outcast in sch from pri sch to university n die a lonely old man.Poor ryan.And its nt even his fault.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ITS OUR FAULT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.A family is really impt in sculpting a person's char n life.Sigh.Thats y i always think a child's education shld start frm young.Mayb we can change and call him something like ugly or disgusting from now on.So if he grows up cute n handsome, his confidence will boosted n he will regain his self esteem.But if he grows up the other way,then...so there.hahahaha okay la im joking.im just bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ryan is forever gonna b cute in our eyes =)&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Im glad no one im my family reads my blog or else im a goner.But if they unfortunately reads tis..oh well..tis is just for laughs. =P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And the above photos r the evidence that hes obviously the centre of attention of the family n hes the world mans.hahaha Nobody cares if janet is in the photos or not =(. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh yah, n realise my blog havent been updated for quite some time.Hais..lazy la.Im a lalalaazy kid.Sigh.Sch is reopening soon.Can someone make the first day of sch happier?like clear the gloom or something.I promise to treat to treat u ice cream...what abt haagen daz? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-111970767422475804?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/111970767422475804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=111970767422475804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/111970767422475804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/111970767422475804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-fear-for-ryans-future.html' title='I fear for ryan&apos;s future...'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-111919302155735744</id><published>2005-06-19T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T23:00:27.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>U never know who ur frens really r.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Frens nv hurt each other&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;tats 1 thing for sure.So what is all this abt?A recent incident left me shocked n disappointed.Guess too much trust is given n everything is nt gonna b the same agn.It just gave a crack to something that looks quite perfect on the exterior.The crack may b left out after a long time but everyone will still b conscious of its presence.Hais..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Okay dun think abt such depressing things...something happier =D.1st 3 mths class outing next wk!WEE!I miss S19 lo..=(..miss all those weird n funny n loud n spastic ppl.Hope the turnout will b gd.hee.Had frenly with republic poly the day b4.The score was 2-2 but technically we lost becuz 1 of our score is actually nt counted since mj got touched b4 she put down the ball.We were too stressed out.All those strategies tat we spent trgs practising for were all forgotten during the match.Everyone got too worked up to think clearly.Sigh.But i know we will get better , with more trg n more experience.=D Nid was quite angry with us that she gave up shouting instructions to us as the match reaches its end as nobod on the field seem to listen to what she say.Mayb we were really intimidated by the rp ppl too.They look strong n their side step is fabulous la!Its like u try to chiong up n touch them n they can side step their way out of ur reach n run thru the gap.I also wan to learn to side step!...altho i shld practise on making my fake more presentable first.hahaha I was actually quite scared when i saw the rp ppl tats y i got very stressed.Then when i was defending n when tis malay girl whom im defending got the ball , i chiong up n touch her b4 she attempt to side step.So mayb i was using quite a bit of force when i "touched" her n she was actually pissed.She scolded me a bad word(according to kaiyin) n even told the ref tat i was too violent n hit her stomach.But honestly i rmbed touching her at the shoulders area leh.Nonetheless, i felt very guilty tat im so violent =(.Actually intended rto say sorry to her aft the match but when some rogues said they were very violent with us n kaiyin just told me its fair liaox n no need say sorry.hahaha i think so too =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I finally found the right word tat i have been looking for!I always got tat kind of feeling but dunno how to describe it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;N tadah heres something to share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sincerity is the most impt ingredient in a frenship.Without sincerity, even how nice or frenly u make ur appear to ur frens,they will nv accept u as something more than a normal fren.And sincerity is the only thing tat cannot be faked as its being appreciated by the heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-111919302155735744?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/111919302155735744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=111919302155735744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/111919302155735744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/111919302155735744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/2005/06/u-never-know-who-ur-frens-really-r.html' title='U never know who ur frens really r.'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873451829920117918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11467165.post-111891996643174047</id><published>2005-06-16T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T19:18:31.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls' party fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Im back with details of the ROGUES party at huiyi's hse!Thanks huiyi,alana,ching for preparing the food~Its yummylicious =).Thanks for staying in the kitchen the whole aft,breathing in the smoke n the oil(which really stinks btw).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Huiyi's hse is sooooo nice la!Her hse is actually four storeys(right?),including the rooftop.Its so so so so big!From the bottom floor, if u just look up at the stairs,u will feel so lethargic to climb it already.All of us explored the hse upon reaching n we were like excited lil kids running up the stairs,in an anxious attempt to find out how the rooms look like.U know what!?All her rooms have toilets kays!How gr8 is tat la!GRR.*jealous*I also wan my own toilet in my room!Her parents' room even have tis glass enclosed area of which its purpose is unknown with plants n stone tiles inside.At first i tot its an open concept of a shower(hahaha, so sexy sia) but there seems to b no showerheads inside.N ironically there is a bathroom(equipped with bathtub) right bside it.Can u imagine shes living alone now in such a HUGE n FANTASTIC HSE!?Tats y she can invite us for a sleepover =).Actually , we did nothing much in the aft becuz since we only have 2 dvds n the "my bf is type b" dvd cannot b read by ben's xbox,some just will lie on the comfortable couch in her living room while some went to the com room.There's a time when sheryl,kaiyin,mj,reina n me sat on huiyi's bed, playing with her small mountain of soft toys laid out on her bed n yak yak yak.=D Altho it wasnt for long,but guess we had fun.It was so cosy to have a girls' talk on the bed.Teehee.Oh yah,n ben(sheryl's bf)actually joined us, being the only bullied n ostracised species there.He left early becuz he cant stand our unreasonable n demanding ways(hahaha joking.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ANYWAYS,kaiyin went on to use the com later n found out charlotte's msn is still signed on.Hehheh..As we saw tis stupid guy signing in with his nick being "happy boy" , we decided to traumatise him!wahahaha.At tat moment,sheryl,ben,adeline n me were beside kaiyin n adeline immediately fled the scene as she do nt wans 2 b involved in such evil activities.hahahaha.Since talking crap to that happy boy doesnt seem to traumatise him much, we decided on sending funny n ridiculous pics found in huiyi's files.Its damn funny la!There's tis pic which is a fave of mine n kaiyin said tat we can send the person the file n say tat is a picture of her dead fren(since the pic is black n white n the person in the pic is having those emotionless face which exudes a natural ominous feeling).Okay,i feel mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;After our sumptious(dun catch my spelling kays,im always right in my blog.wahahaha) dinner,we watched amityville the horror!Only charlotte din join us n shes using com upstairs alone.We(huiyi,alana,jacintha,me,ching,sheryl,kaiyin,adeline,kaixin,reina,mj)squeezed tgt on the couch in the living room n watched tis show(with loads of explanation from jacintha who had watched the show whenever we,being the deaf kids,cant hear what the actors say) with LIGHTS OUT.Imagine such a big hse all dark.Damn eeries i tell u.Lucky we r all squeezing tgt or i will scare myself silly.The movie was gr8 n its really scary.The plot is gd,since its a true story,it gave the audience the creeps when the movie ends with a line " The family fled the amityville n nv returned for its personal belongings" n it even manage to scare the audience at the last part,which i guess only ching n me screamed.=X Since i cant stay overnight =( , i had to leave early with adeline whose parents took the trouble to fetch me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh yah, n denise keller actually chose WOLFGANG!?What the hell.What abt the sweet,romantic howard!GRR.I guess its the looks bah.Since stupid wolfgang looks like a mix blood or a true angmoh,he looks is def better than howard.But looks isnt going to last!Its the heart tat is going to last!Wolfgang will prob dump denise aft having enuff of her which is so typical of an ang moh.GRR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11467165-111891996643174047?l=whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatslifewithoutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/111891996643174047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11467165&amp;postID=111891996643174047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11467165/posts/default/111891996643174047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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guys!Actually i also din realise i got special liking for guai looking guys until dunno her or kelly suggested it.Becuz they r so sick n disgusted by the eye candies i spotted that they discover a common trait in those tat they found revolting.They r fair(becuz they r guai n r supp to be studying at home all the time) , have normal hair(they r guai n dunno how to style their hair) , doesnt stand out frm the crowd(they r guai n doesnt like to attract attention to themselves).They r most prob filial, hardworking,kind,considerate and patientn is definitely gentlemanly.Look at the plus pts coming with the guai kias.Hey girls, so u shld always take more notice of guai kias n stop relating them to wall paper.Mayb the above posted pic of tat guy kaiyin showed me shld change ur idea ya? hahahaha i think i very bo liaox to write tis for an entry but im bored ya so pardon me. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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