<?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-10823524</id><updated>2011-07-28T21:18:54.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indulge in Life's Simple Pleasure</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10823524.post-5075275025944617855</id><published>2010-08-02T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T22:52:31.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;finally i've log in again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;stupid pwd. killing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;There's so much on my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've found a new job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;So far so good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;**crossed fingers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I no longer feel happiness in the relationship i am in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do u feel the same way as i do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;爱情偷走我的理智你笑我死心眼爱你浪费多少时间你不会发现&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I dun wan to feel this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;4yrs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know we have agreed to just live the moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;But, at this point of my life. i feel lk having something more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Initially, i know im spoilt. cos i love the attention you gave me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;cos u listen to my every beck and call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;now. we hv drifted apart. have we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I dun even bother to be spoilt or angry anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i can feel the tug of pain in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i duno how to describe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;it's like something tat's so wrong but yet we both just close one eye and ignore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;but maybe to you, there aint anything wrong at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;im so scare of spending the rest of my life being on my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do u understand the fear i have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i just need some assurance. but all u can say is to live the moment, we wun be together forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;do u know how sick i feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i might be strong enuff to say yes. but u fucking wasted my youth. it's alrite. im not blaming u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I dun like my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-5075275025944617855?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/5075275025944617855/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-10823524.post-7251456192626702110</id><published>2009-10-08T18:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T18:55:01.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;2009.&lt;br /&gt;im still stuck at where i am.&lt;br /&gt;shitty crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009.&lt;br /&gt;i have broken my ankle+ injure my knees which left an imprint which cant be erased.&lt;br /&gt;The scar is there. forever. whoever causes it. pls feel guilt. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009.&lt;br /&gt;im feeling aimless.&lt;br /&gt;i duno what i wan.&lt;br /&gt;actualli im lookin forward to 2010.&lt;br /&gt;mb by then i will have a clearer mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i presumed that i shud have at least another 30+ years to live.&lt;br /&gt;im scare. scare that when im old i'll still be so useless.&lt;br /&gt;scare that i will still be so aimless.&lt;br /&gt;scare that i will live alone.&lt;br /&gt;scare that i will have no bling bling.&lt;br /&gt;scare of so many things!&lt;br /&gt;am i having mid life crisis? boohooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can some1 define simple for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-7251456192626702110?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/7251456192626702110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=7251456192626702110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/7251456192626702110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/7251456192626702110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2009/10/2009.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-4976679409983937383</id><published>2009-09-07T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T17:05:18.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need all the powers from all there&lt;br /&gt;My dear relatives up there&lt;br /&gt;Send me all your power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to fight against someone vicious.&lt;br /&gt;My strenght alone aint enuff.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone follow me.&lt;br /&gt;Put ya hands up in the air.&lt;br /&gt;Think of my boss.&lt;br /&gt;and chant.&lt;br /&gt;*I Hate You*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who have make my life miserable.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who make my days like living hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May god bless that soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-4976679409983937383?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/4976679409983937383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=4976679409983937383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/4976679409983937383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say: Nooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea says: what are you doing there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say: working&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea says: bisiness woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say: what you doing in italy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea says: physiotherapist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea says: free lands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea says: almost free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; I can always never understand what he means. whahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea says: bali!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say: yes. and im planning to go japan next year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea says: everybody tells about its beauties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Think its the beauty of italian language. it so abstract. everyone tells about its beauties&lt;br /&gt;wat the hell does it means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea says: I am going to swim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea says: into the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say: i just went swimming in the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea says: are you going tpo sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say: into the sea. is it dangerous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say: soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea says: no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea says: it is safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say: is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea says: we have not big fishes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say: oh.. small fishes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; think i can entertain him pretty well.. hahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-8378658640612420875?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/8378658640612420875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/8378658640612420875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-lazy-yet-i-will-like-post-following.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10823524.post-1733168094184876115</id><published>2009-04-26T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T22:41:46.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Back from Bali.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I missed the laziness. Carefreeness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Missed the villa and definitely the pool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I hate Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It gives me alot of problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Family and work problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Once again, my parents quarrel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I nv like my dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;He creates problem and yet he himself dun seems to understand the main problem lies in him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;He is just like my boss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pathetic me. I have to suffer with one at home and one at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sucks aint it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes i wonder. Why do i have all this weird thinkings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think i got it from my mum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: Why r there so many lizards in our house?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mum: U wan lizards or roaches?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And there, both of us sittin at our couch and ignore those lizards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;hahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanna move out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;When can i move out? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Im sad. Period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;When can i be happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;When im outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes the problem comes to me even when im out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;My gf knows wat im gg through. do u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;pathetic 26yr old me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-1733168094184876115?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/1733168094184876115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=1733168094184876115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/1733168094184876115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/1733168094184876115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2009/04/back-from-bali.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-2486830762547671088</id><published>2009-01-05T11:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T11:27:19.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It the 5th day into a new year.&lt;br /&gt;I aint happy.&lt;br /&gt;There aint much jobs available on jobsdb, jobstreet and monster.&lt;br /&gt;From 830 till now i have received 5 missed calls from hell.&lt;br /&gt;Aint they know im sick.&lt;br /&gt;Fcuking stupid peops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate those freaking ringing sounds.&lt;br /&gt;Make my heart thumps.&lt;br /&gt;boohooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is the economic so bad. i wan a new job. is it possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise. I will be a good girl. Pls give me a new job.&lt;br /&gt;I will drink more water.&lt;br /&gt;I will eat more vege.&lt;br /&gt;I will exercise more.&lt;br /&gt;I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-2486830762547671088?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/2486830762547671088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=2486830762547671088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/2486830762547671088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/2486830762547671088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-5th-day-into-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10823524.post-3130872120855138236</id><published>2008-12-21T20:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T20:27:50.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Was reading charlenely blogspot.&lt;br /&gt;A strange feeling overwhelm me.&lt;br /&gt;The type of feeling when u felt ya heart separated from your body&lt;br /&gt;I wonder wat will i do if im in her shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun even dare to think.&lt;br /&gt;Losing a close one.&lt;br /&gt;Imaging a life without her, kills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random post as follows. No flow juz random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xmas is a few days away.&lt;br /&gt;Yet santa hasnt bring me wat i wan.&lt;br /&gt;Im really in need of a new enviroment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my friends. For bringing me joy.&lt;br /&gt;I love my girl. For being there always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna to be sick now. Flu, fever watsoever. Pls come and find me.&lt;br /&gt;I wun run away, this i promise. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Photos. Make me feel ugly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Boohooo. I dun wan to face the fact tat im ugly. Boohoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-3130872120855138236?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/3130872120855138236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=3130872120855138236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/3130872120855138236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/3130872120855138236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2008/12/was-reading-charlenely-blogspot.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-1902101574317271675</id><published>2008-12-07T23:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T23:58:01.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love the fact that i remember my password.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It sunday. Monday is a holiday. So here i am sitting infront of my desktop @1140pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cool aint it. No heart wrenching pounding feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Santa Santa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why hasnt u sent me any joy yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***I wan a new job. Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wan a happier life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wan simple things in life. But sad to say i aint a simple person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love to splurge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The life im leading now, requires me to have bling bling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There aint no guy for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't depend on a husband cos i will have none.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I need to be financially stable for the life im leading now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;25yrs into this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Secondary School - School girl crushes. All i have in mind is how to attact the attention of the cute boy that sit next to me. No worries on monetary stuffs. No worries if the recession is coming. No worries on economic downturn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Poly Year - Part time jobs, earning some small bucks. Studying. Worries on monetary stuffs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Society life - worries on monetary stuffs. worries on economic downturns. worries on recession.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So why do i have to grow up? boohooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I seriously hate my job. &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/10823524-1902101574317271675?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/1902101574317271675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=1902101574317271675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/1902101574317271675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/1902101574317271675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-love-fact-that-i-remember-my-password.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-2321951654326897330</id><published>2008-12-02T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T21:08:49.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wat i have predicted came true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;It took me a yr to login.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;damn password.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;damn the laziness streak in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;but thats me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;procrastinate. my fav hobby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok, next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;I hate my job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;I used to have a pretty good life. easy job @ G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;but i chose to give it up and return to B.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bloody hell B is giving lotsa of troubles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Every Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;I felt my heart pounding. I dun wan to go back to work. Depression sets in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Every Mon - Fri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;I hate myself for landing myself in this shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Every Sat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;I hate the pathetic me tat went back to wrk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Every 27th of the month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;I no longer gets the satisfaction. booohooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;This year, i landed my self in lotsa illness. Even ear infection is one of it. and i got 2 days mc. damn cool. So ear infection here i come. hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanna quit. Yet i dun have the courage. Im scare that i cant find another job. Mb it the pay factor tat im struggling with. but soon, very soon. I can feel it coming. Cos im realli at my verge of collapsing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;booohoooooooooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It xmas season. i wanna be jolly merry and happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pray pray wish wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How i hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Santa, pls send me lotsa joy. i know i aint a good girl. but ... it my job tat makes me a devil. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-2321951654326897330?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/2321951654326897330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=2321951654326897330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/2321951654326897330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/2321951654326897330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2008/12/wat-i-have-predicted-came-true.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-8938032236831485647</id><published>2007-06-03T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T22:36:20.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woah woah woah&lt;br /&gt;finally, i manage to get in my blogger&lt;br /&gt;after ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn .. google&lt;br /&gt;damn gmail&lt;br /&gt;damn the weak strenght password&lt;br /&gt;i can strongly perceive that this cycle is going to repeat itself again&lt;br /&gt;the forgetful me is gonna forget the pwd again&lt;br /&gt;again and again&lt;br /&gt;sux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrite,&lt;br /&gt;i watched the phamton of the opera le&lt;br /&gt;nice.. make a fool of myself by snapping a pic.. haha&lt;br /&gt;love me, thats all i ask from u! =p&lt;br /&gt;oh yar oh yar, expensive soft drink&lt;br /&gt;and thanks to jeanette for the treat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, next&lt;br /&gt;i got myself a job&lt;br /&gt;a job which im not comfortable with&lt;br /&gt;a job which gives me cold feet even before i stepped in&lt;br /&gt;a job that makes weeble and feeble like a tiny tweeny lil ant that is so scare of being step and crash&lt;br /&gt;oh save me....... tell me it will get better&lt;br /&gt;tell me i will blend in and learn those things fast&lt;br /&gt;im not smart, im dumb.. why?&lt;br /&gt;bloody hellllllll....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quick quick quick&lt;br /&gt;everyone pray and wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-8938032236831485647?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/8938032236831485647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=8938032236831485647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/8938032236831485647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/8938032236831485647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2007/06/woah-woah-woah-finally-i-manage-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-8751396751730565305</id><published>2007-04-07T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T00:11:52.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it really been a long time since i wrote.&lt;br /&gt;Was reading my previous post.. love the way they brings back memories.&lt;br /&gt;I still believe in aliens&lt;br /&gt;I am still me.. but i have mellow down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My B is away.&lt;br /&gt;I got a taste of without someone in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I spent time at home. I meet up with fen.&lt;br /&gt;I had lunch/ dinner with her family.&lt;br /&gt;Which is something i haven done in ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i grow older, time seems to past and slip away faster.&lt;br /&gt;Every monday to fri.. i work my arse off till 8plus almost everyday. i dun have time to watch tv shows. i dun have time to sit in front of my tv. why? is it becos i got bad time management?&lt;br /&gt;My life had became more and more dulllllll....&lt;br /&gt;If last time my life is grey, think now it shud be dark grey to black.. bored. period.&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless,  she did bring some colours to my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just felt like typing.. been a long time since i realli feel like writing.&lt;br /&gt;wat the diff btw a girl and a boy?&lt;br /&gt;alotsa difference. there are something a guy can gives u and a girl cant&lt;br /&gt;and there are things where a girl can and a guy cant.&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, the love i had now is something that the society wun agree. is something that my family wun noe. if we ever break up it might be a dark secret that i will keep with me forever. she once ask me, will i go with another girl, last time my ans is strictly no. but now, haha.. no idea.&lt;br /&gt;shit , think it the damn nite that makes me spill everything out here. mb it the fact that i love reading the past entries and know how i feel at that moment of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had always dream of getting married, have a baby and divorce.. weird? but thats me. it still unchanged .. but will i bear to give her up? i dun think so. im so selfish.. im so scared i wun find a one that loves me as much as she do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes,  i wonder to myself. will there be a guy to treat me as good as her. somehow i find it impossible. i cant compare. cos girl and guy are different. different entity. different cells. different hormones. so how can i compare? both of them had their cons and pros ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wana live my life to the fullest. easily said den done. how to live my life to the fullest when all the things that had encircle my life is work work work work work.&lt;br /&gt;im definitely not a workaholic. but the stupid wrk load in my current workplace is endless. lotsa reports, reclassifications, justifications, calls and time deposits etc. killing me it is. but i have my only joy with me always. thats 1 thing i love bout her. she had become my only joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply her smile, her small lil eyes , her alien look alike face. Make me smile. it warms my heart.. sounds cheesy but it does. yeeeeks.. cant stand myself. ahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love her i do. take one step at a time ba. sad to say, i still dun see a future. i know it will hurts u to read this sentence.  but just keep in mind, at this point of my life. u are the only one i love. no other guys can take ya space in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;as for future.. may u find a bf too.. whahaha.. =p&lt;br /&gt;nah nah nah, i might stick with u till our hair turns grey. cos i think i lost the flirtatious and friendilness trait in me. sad to say, u manage to convert me to les. haha. good job. well done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrite end of entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-8751396751730565305?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/8751396751730565305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=8751396751730565305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/8751396751730565305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/8751396751730565305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2007/04/it-really-been-long-time-since-i-wrote.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-1019670002440703831</id><published>2007-04-06T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T22:40:14.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss you deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not even 1 call. damn.&lt;br /&gt;it makes me worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u gonna get it from me when u r back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever since we became an item,&lt;br /&gt;u left me alone to go to beijing&lt;br /&gt;u left me alone to go to taiwan&lt;br /&gt;now... m'sia&lt;br /&gt;not even a call.. im angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im more towards worry den angry&lt;br /&gt;last but not least, u are gonna get it from me when u r back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna be the spoilt queen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-1019670002440703831?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/1019670002440703831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=1019670002440703831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/1019670002440703831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/1019670002440703831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-miss-you-deeply.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-4719562321968085451</id><published>2007-03-25T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T19:56:05.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it been ages since i wrote.&lt;br /&gt;just celebrated anni a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sleepy us which nearly cause us to miss our lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Like the waitress which make the spinning bowl salad. cute. haha&lt;br /&gt;Love the ambience. romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we went walking around.. shopping.. hee&lt;br /&gt;saw a few things tat i wanted.. but it all toooooo bloody ex.&lt;br /&gt;wat can i say? im materialistic&lt;br /&gt;wahaha.. how can i pauper be materialistic&lt;br /&gt;it all because im not realistic enuff&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner, we went to eat sharkfin&lt;br /&gt;hee.. full.. very very full..&lt;br /&gt;after that we went home. to her home. with her parents n sis all at home. sian&lt;br /&gt;but overall , it aint so bad afteralll.. at least i can still speak with her sis&lt;br /&gt;but the thot tat her sis think me n her bath together is just so freaking funny&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i enjoyed myself.&lt;br /&gt;even we had a slight quarrel tat day&lt;br /&gt;all mainly because of her inconsiderate and selfishness. haha =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-4719562321968085451?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/4719562321968085451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=4719562321968085451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/4719562321968085451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/4719562321968085451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2007/03/it-been-ages-since-i-wrote.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-116046035645115779</id><published>2006-10-10T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T14:05:56.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wish my life will be better.&lt;br /&gt;I wish i will learn to appreciate life better.&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could be happier.&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could stop feeling bad about myself.&lt;br /&gt;I wish everything could be simplier.&lt;br /&gt;I wish ....&lt;br /&gt;Alot more things.&lt;br /&gt;UNsatisfied i am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-116046035645115779?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/116046035645115779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=116046035645115779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/116046035645115779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/116046035645115779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-wish-my-life-will-be-better.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-115945226933440471</id><published>2006-09-28T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T22:04:29.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if i lay here&lt;br /&gt;if i just lay here&lt;br /&gt;would you lie with me and just forget the world??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the phrase above. Sweet. Will u? but can i really forget about the world?&lt;br /&gt;Too much problematics issues bothering me.&lt;br /&gt;Im feeling useless once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Useless being a daugher&lt;br /&gt;Useless being a friend&lt;br /&gt;Useless being a gf&lt;br /&gt;Useless being a human being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i said before, im just parasite.&lt;br /&gt;Can someone just step on me and make sure i die. I mean, u must make sure i die.&lt;br /&gt;Or else dun step on me!&lt;br /&gt;COs im afriad of misery.&lt;br /&gt;Im afraid of being torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im in such a emo torture Now..&lt;br /&gt;WHo can save me?&lt;br /&gt;No one.&lt;br /&gt;Not even frens or love one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can i survive?&lt;br /&gt;I cant answer that qns at this moment,&lt;br /&gt;cos im dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun mourn for me.&lt;br /&gt;Just forget me.&lt;br /&gt;Cos my just a simply useless good for nothing parasite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-115945226933440471?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/115945226933440471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=115945226933440471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/115945226933440471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/115945226933440471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2006/09/if-i-lay-here-if-i-just-lay-here-would.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-115874508083939542</id><published>2006-09-20T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T17:38:00.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happi 6th month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my present !!&lt;br /&gt;A cruise to KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee. Love u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imjustfreakingborednowthatijustfeelliketypingtheabovedownastoremindmyselfwatshehaddoneforme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-115874508083939542?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/115874508083939542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=115874508083939542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/115874508083939542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/115874508083939542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2006/09/happi-6th-month-i-love-my-present.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-115865008914293014</id><published>2006-09-19T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T15:14:49.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The worst days at work.&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;Hate it.&lt;br /&gt;Duno wat wrong.&lt;br /&gt;SOme insignificant small things yet causes such a big rift.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling pretty pissed and frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah koaz. Only left 3 days yet the time passes so slow.&lt;br /&gt;All because i realli hate coming to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-115865008914293014?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/115865008914293014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=115865008914293014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/115865008914293014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/115865008914293014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2006/09/worst-days-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-115819841616452195</id><published>2006-09-14T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T09:46:56.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My life sucks pretty badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I dun understand why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ytd met up with eve n lene for some shopping and coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tok chat biatch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It been long since we sat down at some place decent and chat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Not around midnight in the middle of a park. wahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Y cant i led a simple life? But do i really want a simple life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Wat will happen if i cant find my dream job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Wat will happen if i cant even get a job tat pays well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Wat will happen ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;People are always being bothered with what will happen. Things are unpredictable. I can be smiling now and the next moment i can be brooding. Why is that so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Do i have some mental illness? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;haha.. i hope not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It just that my simple pea small brain loves to bother herself with big problematic sometimes insignificant troubles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;alrite.. done with digressing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Met up with my Baby last nite to for a simple birthday celebration for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Went to primas. I got a slight motion sickness. But the food tastes wonderful. with the perfect companion, it one of the best days i had in 2006. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Love the way she smile with the slight opening of her eyes looking thru at me. SOmetimes i even wonder, is she looking at me or is her eyes open? wahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;There's alot of things i like bout her. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hope good things last.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;bad things pls pls pls go away.. shoooo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-115819841616452195?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/115819841616452195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=115819841616452195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/115819841616452195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/115819841616452195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-life-sucks-pretty-badly.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-115752749471045226</id><published>2006-09-06T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T15:24:54.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>another entry in a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;my&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat&lt;br /&gt;Makan&lt;br /&gt;Munch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that makes time pass fast..&lt;br /&gt;Abit tweeny bit fast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-115752749471045226?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/115752749471045226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=115752749471045226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/115752749471045226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/115752749471045226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2006/09/another-entry-in-day.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-115751267184912620</id><published>2006-09-06T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T11:17:51.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Let me digress!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Im not happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Everyday i dreads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Everyday i try to be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Everyday Just simply sux!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I got no guts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I got no courage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I got no front.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Im juz like a lil weeby smallie crawllie insignificant pity shitty ass parasite living in this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;No sense of identity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Im hating so much things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;So much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Including myself definitely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;========================================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Finding someone that make u smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Finding someone that u can tok to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Finding someone who makes u feel like a fool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Finding someone that make u thump thump thump.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Finding someone to hold u warm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;is it that impt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I love wat i have now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-115751267184912620?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/115751267184912620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=115751267184912620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/115751267184912620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/115751267184912620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2006/09/let-me-digress-im-not-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-115745056591060471</id><published>2006-09-05T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T18:02:45.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Will you still love me in the morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Forever and ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;:) Saw the above phrase in some blog that i went to this noon during work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sweet. Sweetilicious sweet. Brings a warm smile to my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Imaging asking your loved one the above question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Imagine waking up with your loved one by your side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Imagine having your loved one to hug to to sleep and giving you a peck n wishes you good nite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I missed that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;What been happening?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The only good thing is that i manage to pass every of my module.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Not fantastic results but yeah, i still passed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I simply hate my job to the core. Simply. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;No one can understand the hateness, the unbearable tinge of regretness in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;:p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;But life still moves on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Now im freaking scared to give out tat white envelope to my boss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;hai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I need a better life, a better job, a better future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-115745056591060471?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/115745056591060471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=115745056591060471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/115745056591060471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/115745056591060471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2006/09/will-you-still-love-me-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-115604373425034680</id><published>2006-08-20T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T11:15:34.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mood: Smilez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cos i love my fifth month .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Of all the things she done for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She always put in alot of thot and effort to make the day memorable for both of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This time she succeeded in making me afraid of chocolate and cakes in a good way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Im not gonna touch this 2 delicasies for a long time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Overall, i Love it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She say: Nxt time we shall go for ice cream..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bring it on baby~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, this time everything started on a good note..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No quarrels, arguements.. Simply smiles =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The only blemish to the event is tat we both receive smses from some ppl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, let me digress abit apart from my happy mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok start!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hate work.. work sux.. felt so useless. Felt so unproductive. Felt like a cripple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Damn. I so so so much wanna quit.. but i got to secure a new job first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I so so so scared i will kana fired.. hai.. tat wil be the first time manz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hate my workplace. Hate the stupid rules and regulations..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How bout politics?  it fun .. as im not involved.. wahaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The most political place is the toliet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The most political situation is u heard 2 different stories.. from both boss n frens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The most political thing is to handle relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For one, im real bad at handling relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;real real real bad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;REgrets.. all i can say is my full of regrets.. at this moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i dun wanna cause any strain on anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-115604373425034680?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/115604373425034680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=115604373425034680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/115604373425034680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/115604373425034680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2006/08/mood-smilez-why-cos-i-love-my-fifth.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-115466814622487523</id><published>2006-08-04T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T13:09:06.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Im veri dissatisfied with myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hate my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hate my days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At times, i hate myself too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lonely loner alienative living in a disgusting cruel materialistic hypocratic world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I dun like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Save me. From self pitiness. From hatred. From cowardness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My blog entry seems so shitty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hope things will get better.. i reali hope so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-115466814622487523?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/115466814622487523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>4th month.&lt;br /&gt;Time passes so freaking fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th celebration.&lt;br /&gt;All started on the wrong tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, quarrel.&lt;br /&gt;Second, crying.&lt;br /&gt;Third, sickness.&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, realli bad dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate spanish mexican food.&lt;br /&gt;I hate tapas.&lt;br /&gt;I hate food wrap in flour tapilitas.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the noise there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I onli love the corn.&lt;br /&gt;She especially brought me there.&lt;br /&gt;Hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... hope everything will be better.&lt;br /&gt;she not giving me up.. whahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for loving me so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 4 mth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-115341149818829910?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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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-10823524.post-115322669027132267</id><published>2006-07-18T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T20:44:50.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;some random thots &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Somehow i realli wish im in a "normal" relationship&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Being in a somehow abnormal r/s in this society, it brings more problems den i expected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;When im sick, i wan my love one to be by my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;But due to the fact of the type of r/s im in, she aint able to do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I cant hold her hands in raffles place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I cant held her in raffles place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I got to endure stares from stupid people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I got endure gossips which somehow always reaches my ear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I got to lied to my colleagues of the fact that im attached n in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I got to be so secretive when she call when im at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I got scared when we visit neighbourhood places for dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alot alot of problems.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I dun like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Realli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;But i do &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; u baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Juz that sometimes such random thots infest my brain,mind n soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Not a good feeling it definitely is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I duno how long i can hold on to this r/s .. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Random thots.. why do u ever appear?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-115322669027132267?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/115322669027132267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=115322669027132267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/115322669027132267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/115322669027132267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2006/07/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-115242050437318956</id><published>2006-07-09T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T12:48:24.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm... time pass so fast n it seems ages since i last updated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There so much thing happening..&lt;br /&gt;Finally i found a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do i like the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;no idea.. i juz noe at the moment i dun hate it but either am i loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ask me how long i will stay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too sure. cos the resignation thot keep appearing time n again.&lt;br /&gt;Simply cant get use to the new life im havin. WOrk, Home, Sleep, Work stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hows my 23?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated my birthday with my 2 favourite groups of people.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone changes. Appreciate the actions tat everyone tried to make it to the dinner.&lt;br /&gt;It a pretty nice feeling to know tat i have friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That a secret. Or else it wun come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKie, realise i din said anything on our 3rd mth dinner.&lt;br /&gt;I simply love it!&lt;br /&gt;The scenery.. the dinner.. the Virgo.. the waffles.. the ice cream.. the accompany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She been always there for me. No matter how unreasonable i am.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how rude i am. No matter how fierce i am. No matter how emotional and depressing i am.&lt;br /&gt;She is also the one that help me to rub my back.. rub my legs.. Touch my rashes.. Kisses on my forehead.. cooking dinner for me.. giving me advices and standing by my decision.&lt;br /&gt;Im glad i chose her.&lt;br /&gt;Im glad that she chose to love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We too have our tiff.. she hates me when i raise my voice same as i hate it when she raise her voice. But we r still gettin along fine at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not lookin at long term.. juz enjoyin the moment as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe.. she is currently over at uk&lt;br /&gt;Green with Envy. Yes i am. Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;She not in spore.&lt;br /&gt;I lost a msn kaki.&lt;br /&gt;I lost someone who will listen to my moody nite rantings.&lt;br /&gt;I lost someone that gave good advice.&lt;br /&gt;I lost someone to share my joy n sadness with.&lt;br /&gt;But she will be back after a month..&lt;br /&gt;Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;Wat will she buy for me?&lt;br /&gt;Wahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Leaving this country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It always been my wish to escape from this family of mine n spore..&lt;br /&gt;wahaha.. but i know tat not gonna be happening.&lt;br /&gt;DAMN.&lt;br /&gt;Her trip makes me reminiscing bout my finland stay.&lt;br /&gt;The cold weather, cooking, coffee, chocolates, clubbing, drinkings and making new friends from around the world. Wonderful memories that will stay with me. Thinkin bout the life i led over there is one of the best memories i ever had.. Even though the stay do have it downs, but eventualli i still love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Alrite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ENd of entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-115242050437318956?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/115242050437318956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=115242050437318956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/115242050437318956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/115242050437318956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2006/07/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-115156283821193593</id><published>2006-06-29T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T14:33:58.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Juz had the 1st serious quarrel.&lt;br /&gt;1st serious anger.&lt;br /&gt;1st serious thot.&lt;br /&gt;1st serious hateness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know we both dun mean it.&lt;br /&gt;mb we r simply not meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-115156283821193593?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/115156283821193593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=115156283821193593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/115156283821193593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/115156283821193593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2006/06/juz-had-1st-serious-quarrel.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-114965194847529889</id><published>2006-06-07T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T11:45:48.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im feeling pretty useless..&lt;br /&gt;Im feeling pretty down..&lt;br /&gt;Im feeling bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am i born into this family?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-114965194847529889?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/114965194847529889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=114965194847529889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/114965194847529889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/114965194847529889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-feeling-pretty-useless.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-114827402060372244</id><published>2006-05-22T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T13:00:20.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I love the things u done on 20th again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;wahahaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Love the ride, love the food, love the ambience..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The onli cons about tat nite is my leg is killing me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;:p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;May all good things dun come to an end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But nothing is forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So lets juz treasure the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-114827402060372244?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/114827402060372244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=114827402060372244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/114827402060372244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/114827402060372244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-love-things-u-done-on-20th-again.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-114754193057498727</id><published>2006-05-14T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T01:38:50.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Time: 1.32am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;So y aint i slping?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cos im missing someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Badly it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Came to me as a shock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Felt time passes so slowly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Wishes n hopin time pass faster so the someone will be back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Does the someone miss me as badly too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;_________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Exams is approachin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;N im driftin into depression mode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Scaring the hell out of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tears juz flow w/o control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Shivering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-114754193057498727?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/114754193057498727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=114754193057498727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/114754193057498727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/114754193057498727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2006/05/time-1.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-114741580779134830</id><published>2006-05-12T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T14:36:47.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Exam is killing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Notes are killing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Deprive of sleep is killing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Stress is killing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Im so bad at time management now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;So bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Cant seems to manage it well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Time juz kept slipping thru my hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I got no control of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Im scare. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Freaking scare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Someone is over at somewhere currently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;N i misses the someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-114741580779134830?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/114741580779134830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=114741580779134830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/114741580779134830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/114741580779134830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2006/05/exam-is-killing-me.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-114586079074824586</id><published>2006-04-24T14:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T14:46:44.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Went off half way after class,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;To meet darling for lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Had Pepper lunch.. Nice..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Wanted to meet her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;due to last nite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I never wana make u sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;It hurts me as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Seeing her today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;It make me smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Make me realise how impt her smile is to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Make me realise how an impact she had on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I think im basking in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;World out there! Im in love. So pls dun shoot me ugly comments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cos i wun give it a heck anymore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-114586079074824586?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/114586079074824586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=114586079074824586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/114586079074824586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/114586079074824586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2006/04/went-off-half-way-after-cl_114586079074824586.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-114579935933078969</id><published>2006-04-23T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T21:35:59.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Time and time again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;I thot i've been cool bout stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;But i felt the old memories keep haunting me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;I felt so helpless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Sometimes somethings r meant not to be said out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;My weakness is i care too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;I cant differentiate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Sometimes, time n time again, i felt like giving up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Time n time again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;I kept walking and walking in this roundabout tat bring me nowhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;I heard the 3 words again n again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Im numb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;No more tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;No more laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;No more butterflies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Im tired bout everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Even if i promise not to give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Can i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-114579935933078969?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/114579935933078969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=114579935933078969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/114579935933078969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/114579935933078969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2006/04/time-and-time-again-i-thot-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-114563117217595244</id><published>2006-04-21T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T22:52:52.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Time passes so fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I appreciate what u did on 20.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I enjoyed myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I like the prezzie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I love the thot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I do treasure .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I do love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It not a easy path.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Im tryin my best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Love and be loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-114563117217595244?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/114563117217595244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=114563117217595244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/114563117217595244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/114563117217595244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2006/04/time-passes-so-fast.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-114494869445204185</id><published>2006-04-14T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T01:18:14.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;He said: U have changed. U dun love me anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me: Silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Wat can i say further?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I always knew that we aint meant to be with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nevertheless, he still can make me smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Like a fool it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Actually, i felt guilt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Towards her and towards him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I wana concentrate on studies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I wana be a good girl to my B.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And i am really a good girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Undeniably, at times im playful too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;But, ... im changing.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;At this stage of my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Im feeling ambiguous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Towards Love, Studies,Life,Friendship and Career.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-114494869445204185?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/114494869445204185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=114494869445204185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/114494869445204185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/114494869445204185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2006/04/he-said-u-have-changed.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-114364476102806278</id><published>2006-03-29T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T23:06:01.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something bothering me.&lt;br /&gt;I hate finding out stuffs bout ppl sayin behind my back.&lt;br /&gt;I know it inevitable in this society.&lt;br /&gt;In this realistic cruel world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i never thot friends will say that.&lt;br /&gt;I rather U said it infront of me.&lt;br /&gt;Rather behind my back.&lt;br /&gt;And everyone making me as a joke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i know aint friend suppose to be good to each other.&lt;br /&gt;And i duno who the person is.&lt;br /&gt;But the person must be someone close to me as we r hanging out in the same group.&lt;br /&gt;The same group that almost meet up every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do i have to know bout this.&lt;br /&gt;And yet, the person who told me this doesnt wan to tell me who is tat person!!&lt;br /&gt;Argh.. im blabbering!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Who am i suppose to trust?&lt;br /&gt;FRiends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bimbo : used especially of an attractive but empty-headed person&lt;br /&gt; I hate this word tat being used on me!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-114364476102806278?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/114364476102806278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=114364476102806278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/114364476102806278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/114364476102806278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2006/03/something-bothering-me.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-114338671587795413</id><published>2006-03-26T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T23:25:15.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've found someone&lt;br /&gt;who can make me smile like a fool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-114338671587795413?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/114338671587795413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=114338671587795413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/114338671587795413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/114338671587795413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2006/03/ive-found-someone-who-can-make-me.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-114303726167597371</id><published>2006-03-22T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T22:21:01.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi all,&lt;br /&gt;Please rem to mourn for me&lt;br /&gt;I think in a few mths time&lt;br /&gt;I will cease to exist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im freaking scaring myself to death&lt;br /&gt;All those notes..&lt;br /&gt;The scent of papers..&lt;br /&gt;The stacks n stacks of notes..&lt;br /&gt;And now im still online..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thots..&lt;br /&gt;Occupyin my mind..&lt;br /&gt;Laziness..&lt;br /&gt;IN my bones n blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I juz wan u all out there to know&lt;br /&gt;No matter wat&lt;br /&gt;I will remember and love u all out there!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pls, rem to miss me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Another lame entry.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;sounds pathetic din i?&lt;br /&gt;sounds so weirdo din i?&lt;br /&gt;hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quick quick&lt;br /&gt;scold me hit me bite me&lt;br /&gt;kick me hard in my ass..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might even return a sweet smile&lt;br /&gt;and i beary hug..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-114303726167597371?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/114303726167597371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=114303726167597371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/114303726167597371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/114303726167597371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2006/03/hi-all-please-rem-to-mourn-for-me-i.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-114256790591890018</id><published>2006-03-17T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T22:14:35.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let me teach u all some meanings of the words: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Snap : to utter sharp biting words : bark out irritable or peevish retorts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misinterpret : to understand wrongly, to explain wrongly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship Love : affection based on admiration, benevolence, or common interests&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self denial : a restraint or limitation of one's own desires or interests&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contradict : to imply the opposite or a denial of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;your&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;______________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Due to some misinterpretation of my snapping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It causes some unhappiness felt in the matters of heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Which im totally unaware of. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Insensitive i still am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Self denial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All my frens dun like me for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I juz simply dun like visiting the doc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I juz simply love the ignore signs of sickness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And also simply alot of signs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love to contradict.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is it not.&lt;/span&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It juz because i always fight alone with my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Logical rational and Emotional feelings side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But im glad we sms it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Small matters it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Somehow i feel happy that my fren is not too happy bout it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause it means she cares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And the worst thing is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I onli snapped at ppl i love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I duno why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe i expect more from loved ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe i juz expect them to understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tats why i treat my mum n dad so fierce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So all shall be honoured k!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love ya all.. n i felt loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-114256790591890018?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/114256790591890018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=114256790591890018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/114256790591890018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/114256790591890018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2006/03/let-me-teach-u-all-some-meanings-of.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-114140188050281631</id><published>2006-03-03T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T00:04:40.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mood: Troubled? Confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was on the fone&lt;br /&gt;Mummy questioned me&lt;br /&gt;" Are you tokin to girl or guy? "&lt;br /&gt;My answer&lt;br /&gt;" Guy "&lt;br /&gt;Actual fact&lt;br /&gt;" It a girl "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact kinda hit me&lt;br /&gt;Wat am i suppose to do?&lt;br /&gt;Am i suppose to carry on.&lt;br /&gt;Risking it?&lt;br /&gt;Am i willing to make the risk?&lt;br /&gt;Am i brave enuff to brave the risk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not a good person in hiding stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooding.&lt;br /&gt;I felt love from her.&lt;br /&gt;______________________&lt;br /&gt;Was kinda feelin weak lately.&lt;br /&gt;Why is tat so?&lt;br /&gt;She said i "fa ren"&lt;br /&gt;but i din had much heaty stuffs ar..&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate the care n concern she showed me.&lt;br /&gt;I knw u will be reading my blog,&lt;br /&gt;so.. thanks baby.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Time for me to totally cut my relationship with Mr. D&lt;br /&gt;He sux..&lt;br /&gt;Period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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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-10823524.post-114118657683897133</id><published>2006-03-01T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T18:14:02.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wat been happening lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hanging out close with a fren.&lt;br /&gt;A fren tat been freakin sweet to me.&lt;br /&gt;A fren tat make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;A fren tat accompany me.&lt;br /&gt;A fren tat help me read my notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all in all,&lt;br /&gt;Wat gonna happen?&lt;br /&gt;I see nothing in front of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, been asked by lots.&lt;br /&gt;I do seriously like my fren.&lt;br /&gt;As a fren or more den a fren.&lt;br /&gt;More than a fren it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all in all,&lt;br /&gt;Wat gonna happen?&lt;br /&gt;I cant cross the barrier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frens out there think&lt;br /&gt;im playful,&lt;br /&gt;im flirting,&lt;br /&gt;im bitch,&lt;br /&gt;im slut,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im juz living for the moment,&lt;br /&gt;doin wat my feelings ask me to do.&lt;br /&gt;Holdin her hands at tat point of time&lt;br /&gt;juz seems so right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat am i suppose to do now?&lt;br /&gt;Shall i let myself sink in deeper&lt;br /&gt;or pull myself out of it?&lt;br /&gt;the problem is&lt;br /&gt;"I really dunno"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brooding...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-114118657683897133?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/114118657683897133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=114118657683897133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/114118657683897133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/114118657683897133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2006/03/wat-been-happening-lately-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-114092442787760533</id><published>2006-02-26T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T22:23:45.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories are best kept untouched...&lt;br /&gt;BUt i love to reminise back on those memories...&lt;br /&gt;Something close to my heart&lt;br /&gt;Which use to bring a smile&lt;br /&gt;Those days ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love as if u have never been hurt before.&lt;br /&gt;Love again is risking it all.&lt;br /&gt;BUt is it all worth it in the end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories are never meant to be erase away.&lt;br /&gt;it scorch into the mind heart and soul.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hurt i been&lt;br /&gt;I still remember.&lt;br /&gt;I forgives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think sometimes im so silly to the extend tat i wun get angry&lt;br /&gt;even if the situation need me to be angry&lt;br /&gt;ahaha&lt;br /&gt;lamer me~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-114092442787760533?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/114092442787760533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=114092442787760533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/114092442787760533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/114092442787760533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2006/02/memories-memories-are-best-kept.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-114059020709257310</id><published>2006-02-22T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T14:36:47.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heard something from a fren&lt;br /&gt;It kinda bother me...&lt;br /&gt;Im not bothered by the news.&lt;br /&gt;The thing tat bothered me is&lt;br /&gt;"Im giving him the benefit of doubt"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i shud trust/believe wat my fren told me.&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i juz need to hear it myself, see it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not falling deep.&lt;br /&gt;Simple things are wat i wan.&lt;br /&gt;Having a person to entertain me time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i living in denial again?&lt;br /&gt;But the truth is,&lt;br /&gt;I dun feel much pain hearing tat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is tat so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;Exams approaching.&lt;br /&gt;I shud concentrate on studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards tat lamer guy,&lt;br /&gt;frens we shall be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-114059020709257310?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/114059020709257310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=114059020709257310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/114059020709257310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/114059020709257310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2006/02/heard-something-from-fren-it-kinda.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-113964016618555797</id><published>2006-02-11T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T14:46:44.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was on the fone with him last nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cracking stupid jokes&lt;br /&gt;Insulting each other&lt;br /&gt;And makin me feel stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i was smiling like a fool.&lt;br /&gt;And i am a fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He always have a way with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, i still feel empty.&lt;br /&gt;Deep in me, im not happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun like his frens.&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving someone n risking it all.&lt;br /&gt;Is it worth it?&lt;br /&gt;He is juz not tat into me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Period.&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;There is this particular someone.&lt;br /&gt;I dun wish to hurt.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy her company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-113964016618555797?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/113964016618555797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=113964016618555797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/113964016618555797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/113964016618555797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2006/02/was-on-fone-with-him-last-nite.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-113907558608094315</id><published>2006-02-05T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T17:05:32.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>time: 1.48am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shud be already asleep but got woken up by a sms&lt;br /&gt;i ask who is he watchin the movie with&lt;br /&gt;i got no reply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im treatin him as a fren&lt;br /&gt;im treatin him as a fren&lt;br /&gt;im treatin him as a fren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he called me&lt;br /&gt;he still din tell me who he watchin with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time:1.55am&lt;br /&gt;he watchin the movie with his buddy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh..&lt;br /&gt;lately there been this topic tat i might bend&lt;br /&gt;will i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh..&lt;br /&gt;does indulging in fun and drinking gives ppl the perception tat im sad n not okie?&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;but im realli feeling happy n cool!&lt;br /&gt;i love these peops in my life&lt;br /&gt;and i love those tat cares for me too&lt;br /&gt;i feel loved.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-113907558608094315?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/113907558608094315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=113907558608094315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/113907558608094315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/113907558608094315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2006/02/time-1.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-113854183938469484</id><published>2006-01-29T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T21:37:19.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chu 1.. first day of the new yr!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MY N70 spoilt!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I mean realli spoilt.. got to bring down to service center asap ba..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;who wanna accompany me??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Arghh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The worst that happen is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4 of my cousins holding the same fone as me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;were all teasin me lo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Showin me how many cool applications their fone have!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Im not IT savvy mah!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyway, did enjoy myself!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pls pls pls.. let this yr be better!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-113854183938469484?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/113854183938469484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=113854183938469484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/113854183938469484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/113854183938469484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-chinese-new-year-chu-1.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-113837392291428435</id><published>2006-01-27T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T22:58:42.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love gettin drunk.&lt;br /&gt;i love rnb.&lt;br /&gt;i love nice people in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-113837392291428435?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/113837392291428435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=113837392291428435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/113837392291428435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/113837392291428435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2006/01/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-113811756816908311</id><published>2006-01-24T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T23:46:08.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I have been procrastinating . :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I juz had a quarrel with mummy . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Life life life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;wat had my life became?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Quarrel with my mum due to a small statement tat i made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I find it totally irrelevant for her to flare up the way she did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Find it totally hilarious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Jo Anne says:&lt;br /&gt;i was watchin tv in her room with her&lt;br /&gt;Eve-Line says:&lt;br /&gt;hw did u anger her&lt;br /&gt;Jo Anne says:&lt;br /&gt;den my dad keep playin the hp tone.. all those nokia tones&lt;br /&gt;Jo Anne says:&lt;br /&gt;den i juz say to her " go get ya husband to stop playin the fone"&lt;br /&gt;Jo Anne says:&lt;br /&gt;yar.. n she flare up at this sentence&lt;br /&gt;Jo Anne says:&lt;br /&gt;weird?&lt;br /&gt;Jo Anne says:&lt;br /&gt;sayin tat she no stand in this family&lt;br /&gt;Jo Anne says:&lt;br /&gt;no1 respect her&lt;br /&gt;Jo Anne says:&lt;br /&gt;everyone treat her like maid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;But thinkin back on it now.. im realli gettin pissed with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;The way she shout at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;The way she thinks she is so poor thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;The way she made herself sounds so pitiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;The way she makes me seems like hilter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Damn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Why does everyone only thinks for himself and herself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Why does everyone felt tat him/herself had done the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Why does everyone loves so self-pity so much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I do agree tat i may not be the most wonderful or perfect dotter in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;But hey, i did tried my best .. at times (means not everytimes) but who dare to say he/she will do such stuffs everyday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I mop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I clean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I buy my own breakfast, lunch and dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I cook &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I wash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I settle my own problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;But yeah, i still take money from them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;SO i had to get all this bullshit from her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I mean  no harm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;everyone tat noes me shud know me well enuff to upset my mum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;But she is weird!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-113811756816908311?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/113811756816908311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=113811756816908311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/113811756816908311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/113811756816908311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-have-been-procrastinating.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-113777367873254912</id><published>2006-01-21T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T00:14:38.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bébé, le seul regret que j'ai&lt;br /&gt;n'a pas une photo de nous&lt;br /&gt;Quand l'amour implique avec des frens&lt;br /&gt;je veux juste que notre amour soit plus simple&lt;br /&gt;je veux juste me rappeler cela&lt;br /&gt;une fois amour i vous profondément&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-113777367873254912?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/113777367873254912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=113777367873254912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/113777367873254912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/113777367873254912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2006/01/bb-le-seul-regret-que-jai-na-pas-une.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-113755774730829046</id><published>2006-01-18T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T12:15:47.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Have u Ever felt:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;- total silence in a car with someone even there is lots of misunderstandings to be clear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-the hand tat once u longed so much to hold is no longer warm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-when 2 different human beings tried too hard, it became too unreal and somehow suffocating?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-words tat are already at the tip of ya mouth but u still dun dare to ask?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-sometimes life is juz so tiring tat u wana disappear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-sometimes u juz wana risk it all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-lonely?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-depressed to the point tat u hate everything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-how good if everything can start over again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-that u wish u have amnesia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;=End=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-113755774730829046?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/113755774730829046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=113755774730829046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/113755774730829046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/113755774730829046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2006/01/have-u-ever-felt-total-silence-in-car.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-113708517894319686</id><published>2006-01-13T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T01:08:15.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Juz came back from watchin&lt;br /&gt;"ELIZABETH TOWN"&lt;br /&gt;Wow! Boring show it is.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Somehow too draggy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUt i do still like some parts in it&lt;br /&gt;*Like the way 2 strangers able to tok the nite away&lt;br /&gt;* the substitute part - i see myself in it... :(&lt;br /&gt;*Guys think inside a box&lt;br /&gt;*We girls think inside a round room - does it means we tends to think too much or rather we girls tend to handle stuffs a tweeny lil bitsy smooother den guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was once an substitute - am i?&lt;br /&gt;Denial me again.. hahhaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody wake me up n stop letting me drifting into the bullshit of being a substitute&lt;br /&gt;Deep in me, i mean no harm&lt;br /&gt;Deep in me, i juz wan to be loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly,&lt;br /&gt;Muz we realli disappear from each other life&lt;br /&gt;to forget?&lt;br /&gt;Or rather, is it possible to stay as fren?&lt;br /&gt;No answers.. if i have, will post up den...&lt;br /&gt;-End-&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-113696283227764133</id><published>2006-01-11T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T15:00:32.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You and I&lt;br /&gt;Movin in the dark&lt;br /&gt;body close but souls apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shadows nite&lt;br /&gt;secrets r reveal&lt;br /&gt;i need to know&lt;br /&gt;the way u feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i give u everything i am&lt;br /&gt;n everything i want to be&lt;br /&gt;i put it in ya hands&lt;br /&gt;u can open up to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos all i want&lt;br /&gt;is juz once&lt;br /&gt;see u in the light&lt;br /&gt;but u hide behind the colour of the nite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-113696283227764133?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/113696283227764133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=113696283227764133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/113696283227764133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/113696283227764133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2006/01/you-and-i-movin-in-dark-body-close-but.html' 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style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But no other man's gonna do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So I'm saving all my love for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's not very easy, living all alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My friends try and tell me, find a man of my own &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But each time I try, I just break down and cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cause I'd rather be home feeling blue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So I'm saving all my love for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You used to tell me we'd run away together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Love gives you the right to be free &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You said be patient, just wait a little longer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But that's just an old fantasy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-113647879491124416?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/113647879491124416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=113647879491124416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/113647879491124416'/><link rel='self' 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day!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Same whole day!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;onli with 1 hr break!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Damn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bloody hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;im so pissing sad and angry!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fcuk Fcuk!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Im gg into depression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wat so much bout a better 2006?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-113638667907002281?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/113638667907002281/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-10823524.post-113609400833912398</id><published>2006-01-01T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T13:40:08.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Back home at 5am !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stupid cabs!! No cabs at all.. How can spore cabbies be so meanie on NYE?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hero went down to MoS to queue at 7pm!! I reached at 830pm.. hehe..It so early rite..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and we were realli quite in the front !! swear!! but they need to let those that bought the tix beforehand (pre-sales) to get in first..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And we queue and queue till 1030pm and our queue is not moving at all... not moving by all!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eventually we went off to HAPPY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wow wow wow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sexy sexy boogie boogie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;handsome handsome cutie dudes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I had so much fun lookin at them!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Simply staring lo.. ice cream to my eyes!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;After tat, we went to coffee shop for tiger!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1 bottle 5bucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cheap cheap cheap!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eventually, i do have a fun time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Smiles and start yr 2006 in a happy note!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;New year resolution: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1) Find a good job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2) Pass my exams with flyin colours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3) Find a nice guy to take care of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hehe.. not too diff rite? hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="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/10823524-113609400833912398?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/113609400833912398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=113609400833912398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/113609400833912398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/113609400833912398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2006/01/back-home-at-5am-stupid-cabs-no-cabs.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-113600512705234601</id><published>2005-12-31T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T12:58:47.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yesterday (30.12.05) i had a wonderful steamboat dinner and a wonderful walk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;wahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It been a long time since we met and chill out this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sittin by the bay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Gentle breeze &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Talkin our hearts out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Juz simply talking.. insignificant tok? sensible tok? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;hehe.. but i do enjoy myself alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The "ice-bergs" and " light which look like northern lights" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;looks so beautifull.. veri veri nice.. pretty sight somehow n somehow not too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;We were thinkin, when we reached 28, will we still be this way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Will we have our significant partner who can accompany till our hair grows white?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Will we have kids to bring with us to whenever we met?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Wat will we be like? Will we become those typical aunties?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It juz so scary how time flies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I had a wonderful and harmful thot-less nite..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;oh oh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;We walked!!!! My babies indulge me in my own secret ambition.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;That is to walk expressway back home!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;wahaha.. we din manage to walk on the expressway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But we manage to walk from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Esplanade--&gt;Suntec--&gt;Bugis--&gt;little india--&gt;lavender--&gt;alll the way near to boon keng!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And today, all 3 of us were sayin.. leg pain, body ache.. how old had we grown?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Love Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;XXX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-113600512705234601?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/113600512705234601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=113600512705234601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/113600512705234601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/113600512705234601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2005/12/yesterday-30.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-113581687597605460</id><published>2005-12-29T08:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T08:50:22.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Back from Phuture last nite..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Great music! Great accompany! Terrible hangover!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The 1st time eve got so damn drunk... haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Might be somehow due to my fault... cos she acc me drink LONG ISLAND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I always love the feeling of high.. No harmful thots.. Juz full of smiles.. It somehow generates the happiness in me.. making me feel wonderful.. PLainly smiling.. and kinda of sociable too.. Seldom sees me in such a good mood to talk with strangers.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A briefly memories walk thru ytd nite:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Happily high and dancing.. Oh, think i somehow got "molested" by a girl and a boy.. damn! The young girl tried to kiss me and the young boy keep touchin me! damn.. but when im drunk i dun seems to be able to resist or fight or ... haiz.. not good gettin too high too when thinkin back.. young kids nowadays are realli gettin out of hand.. nxt time if my kid wana club.. im gonna tag along! dun care!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Meow:&lt;/span&gt; She din drunk.. think she plainly came down juz to show her face and acc us.. hehe.. love her for tat.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Eve:&lt;/span&gt; Woah woah woah.. highlight of the nite.. she vomit and vomit and vomit.. got such a hard time carryin her out.. totalli no image at all lo.. all her demure n femine traits gone.. hahha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;She got kinda high when we were dancin but once i went to fetch the others in.. she is gone.. squatin underneath the table and puke.. yeeeekss.. sorry babe.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Lene,Ot and Nette:&lt;/span&gt; Poor lil 3 girls.. juz came in for some fast baileys n volkas.. not even dancin for 2-3min.. they got to help and get our drunkard eve out.. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Another highlight of the day is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We met 2 irritatin and wu-liao guys.. not clubbin.. juz simply drove down sit there n ppl watch.. bloody hell.. n keep luffin at us.. stupid guys! real dumb.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;HEhe.. babies.. so when nxt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;During Yes, After No..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;agree with it.. cos my telepathy lene had somehow see a train of thots in me when we were waitin outside of our dear eve to wake up.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;that's when evil starts to eats me up alive..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;that's when i starts to indulge myself in self pity again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;that's when i knew i got to move on and start anew..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;why is it everytime my fone rang, i hope to see his number..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;why is it so?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;damn!&lt;br /&gt;Im such a flirty asshole bitch... :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-113581687597605460?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/113581687597605460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=113581687597605460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/113581687597605460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/113581687597605460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2005/12/back-from-phuture-last-nite.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-113548419831149968</id><published>2005-12-25T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T12:28:37.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Christmas celebration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Maybe the older we get, clubbin no longer become a must during a festive season&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Whereas we prefer to share this special day with all the special dearest ones :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Thus, i had spent it with 2 of my FAV grps..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Despite it the festive season, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;but none of us seems to have the xmas mood when i met up with nette they all in noon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Jasmine was in a pretty bad shape n condition due to her bgr problem.. but life still goes on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And, I always am one who love BBQ, cos i love BBQ food.. simply delicious.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;sometimes, it juz so wonderful how we have grown close n know more frens.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The high moment of the nite is when we played "indian poker" and mixin bailey w volka w orange juice w milk w tea w water etc.... yeeewwwwkkkk... sucky sucky sucky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;After 2 cups, n the kick kicks in.. hohoho... strangely surprising i tear last nite.. hahaha.. emo me.. but somehow due to xin words.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;giving it up... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;is so easily said.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;but doin it juz somehow seems so impossible.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;the way i felt for tat person is something i got no control of.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;but im managin it pretty well this time.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;it juz an incident tat i felt for him.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;somehow whenever i thot of him, i cud feel this tuggin pain in my heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;why is tat so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Alrite, shall sstop digressing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;After i reached home, my poly mates arrived..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;They bought prezzie for my parents.. n my parents were smiling like they strike gold..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;child-like.. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;im pretty red when i reached home.. went into room n catch a quick nap n rest.. till mum open the door...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;but all i can say is tat im a pretty good drinker lately.. no pukin.. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;it been a long time since we all get together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;everyone of us make it to this small gathering.. except niki... mb she went back to rural again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;we had too much food.. too much.. way too much.. each of us brought stuffs down.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;took alot of pics.. not pretty pics but veri natural n real life, n i do look like shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;and the 6 of us tryin to squeeze in my bed.. wow wow wow... hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It feels pretty good to see all my frens gettin on with life well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;OT- happily in love with her gf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Jeanette- Happily in love with OT.. the showin of affection is juz so sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Lene- happily attached.. yeah.. bf will fetch her n her gfs.. such bf where to find.. haha but got a sucky job which i hate it so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Eve- still crappy and learning to be happi.. we r all smiling from our hearts last nite.. n we r happy.. so the way to happiness is juz infront!! :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Meow- not too happy with job.. but tat the real world.. but everything will be good in yr 2006! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The smiles n laughter and the bitchin actualli cause me to have a slight sore throat now.. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Merry christmas to all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;LOVE ALWAYS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;XXX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-113548419831149968?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/113548419831149968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=113548419831149968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/113548419831149968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/113548419831149968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-celebration-maybe-older-we.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-113526755648355503</id><published>2005-12-22T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T21:16:20.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;转身离开分手说不出来&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;海鸟跟鱼相爱只是一场意外&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;我们的爱差异一直存在 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;风中尘埃竟累积成伤害&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Went to buy ciggies today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The auntie actualli ask for my NRIC!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HAha.. tat's a big joy for a girl who is 22 going 23.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It really makes my day.. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Xmas here.. festive seasons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lets all Hope "WORLD PEACE"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Superb Bimbo bitch me.. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Alrite, let's wish for the bestest things will all happen to my dearest in the coming year 2006!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Those who are single will find their love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Those who are broke will win 4d, toto, mj, etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Those who have been busy will have more time to R&amp;amp;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Those who have lead a complicated life, will soon find simplicity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;N Last but not least, Let's all be HAPPY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Living is all about HAPPY!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Im in a good festive mood.. lets see how long it will last..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hmmm.. 1 day, 1 wk, 1mth or mb 1hr..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;haha.. im complicated n changing consistently.. wat is tat lizard name call?? tat will change colour 1.. i think i change my mood more den it changes its colour.. haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-113526755648355503?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/113526755648355503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=113526755648355503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/113526755648355503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/113526755648355503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2005/12/went-to-buy-ciggies-today-auntie.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-113488723700038375</id><published>2005-12-18T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T21:16:39.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Went to MOS ytd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Got lost findin it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Gettin real bad with directions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;MOS is pretty.. real pretty.. but music sux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;thus moi still love my phuture!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Din realli get drunk or high.. mb i set a too high expectation on it.. thus makin ytd nite a tad too bored.. boring..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;but had some stupid jokes over the table at TCC..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and year 2005 makes the year of payin bills with coins or not money to pay at all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;hahha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Great place, great company but sucky music makes the nite still great..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and yeah, got my first xmas present.. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;oh, he sms me last nite..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;he got drunk..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i sms him not to know any girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;he say he is too drunk to know girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;but this noon, he sms say he saw his old fren.. slimmer prettier...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;hmmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;did i got jealous? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;anyway, i hate him.. to prevent myself from fallin for him.. i juz got to hate him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;simply simple logic.. juz hate him and stop sms him.. period!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-113488723700038375?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' 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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-10823524.post-113488671507487805</id><published>2005-12-18T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T21:14:03.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;hmmm... thou shall write bout "I'm the Girl who..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Im the girl who is now 22 going 23...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm the Girl who used to be very small in size.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm the Girl who is a teacher's pet in nursery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm the Girl who perform dances everything during school function.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm the Girl who got stab with a pencil by a naughty boy in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm the Girl who is very quiet in class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm the Girl who english sucks to the core.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm the Girl who can't simply answer or pronouced simple english words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm the Girl who play football and baseball with boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm the Girl who got the outlook of a small lil girl but with a lil boy heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm the Girl who hurt her hand while playing monkey bar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm the Girl who got the first crush on a boy and followed him to play ping pong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm the Girl who thot hanging out with those "popular" people will make her more acceptable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm the Girl who got attached in sec 2. or sec 1.. cant really remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm the Girl who got detached with frens and thot only HIM is the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm the Girl who sacrifice too much for the word love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm the Girl who became a loner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm the Girl who always get backstab by fren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm the Girl who everyone hates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm the Girl who nobody likes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm the Girl who everyone thinks im a bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm the Girl who is flirtatious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm the Girl who thinks of endin her life and leaving home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm the Girl who is realli glad that she have her 7frens, xin,nette,mad and fen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm the Girl who dun think that she needs alot of frens anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm the Girl who is complicated but loves to simplify things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm the Girl who loves gettin drunk and high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm the Girl who think sex is impt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm the Girl who always met the wrong guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm the Girl who believes in karma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm the Girl who always do things on impluse and regrettin it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm the Girl who cant seems to have any self control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm the Girl who loves shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm the Girl who loves chilling out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm the Girl who tries to be there for frens and frens r more impt except family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm the Girl who is learning to be happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm the Girl who is learning to become a numb nun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm the Girl who ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Shall continue if i can think of more.. hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-113488671507487805?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/113488671507487805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=113488671507487805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/113488671507487805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/113488671507487805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2005/12/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-113435795520315437</id><published>2005-12-12T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T21:14:20.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Im sick..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I almost thot im dyin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Cant even lie straight, cant even curl myself to slp.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The pain is so excrutiating that i realli thot im dying..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Been in and out of toliet for the whole damn nite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Vomit, diarrheao, Vomit, diarrheao,Vomit, diarrheao,Vomit, diarrheao.. till i lose count..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Wat comes out from below seems like wat comes out from the top..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I know it disgusting.. but it too sick for me to feel disgusting..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Wat most disgusting of all, the stuffs tat came out from my body is brownish black.. yeeks!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I realli thot im dying...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I manage to suffer till morn den inform the situation to my parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;They send me to see a doc..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So now, i have 7med to take daily..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I still feel giddy once in a while..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I still feel weak...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ytd, i was watchin the tv programmes, and complainin that the peops in there movin too fast cos it makin my giddy.. i get giddy watchin tv.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So my onli main of entertainment is music..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;But im gettin better now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Juz tat giddiness kick in once in a while...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Arh.. it juz felt so bad to be sick!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I need to take good care of my health!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-113233782671966034</id><published>2005-11-19T02:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T02:23:51.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IM SUCH A BITCH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;OH!! ARGH!! Y AM I STILL FEELING THE PAIN &amp; HATRED!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SHIT !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;im feelin so weird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;thot i had forgotten him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;it those memories tat i kept deeply in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;i was once so blindly in love with him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;till date i still treated him as a fren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;i wish him and his gf good..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;but.. y izit when i heard of news bout him n his gf..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;my heart will hurt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;love does hurt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;damn it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;freak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;ah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;i hate myself this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;i shud have let go long ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;but ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;my plain selfish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;stupid me!&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/10823524-113233782671966034?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/113233782671966034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=113233782671966034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/113233782671966034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/113233782671966034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-such-bitch-oh-argh-y-am-i-still.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-112774717031512992</id><published>2005-09-26T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T23:06:10.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F*%K !!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dun ask me why! Cos i juz feel so!!!&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/10823524-112774717031512992?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/112774717031512992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=112774717031512992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/112774717031512992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/112774717031512992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2005/09/fk-dun-ask-me-why-cos-i-juz-feel-so.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-112688710871260755</id><published>2005-09-16T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T00:11:48.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mood: Still moody..&lt;br /&gt;            Still Depressed..&lt;br /&gt;            Still Emo...&lt;br /&gt;            Still hating myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Been weeks.. times pass.. somethings resolved... somethings haven.. And im still the "me" but no longer bubbly.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Made a decision of not breaking the truth to my family yet.. It so wrong.. I know it is so wrong.. But it juz felt so right even though it's so wrong.. Maybe it not even right but juz tat the ascetic me feels so as im denyin all the facts n avoiding the outcome at all means...&lt;br /&gt;Friends been there for me.. im glad for tat.. im glad tat i have friends to accompany me thru this period.. Eventhough i have been avoiding n hidin.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Im facing the world now.. i need to go out of house almost everyday for skool.. it hurts to step into skool cos it keeps remindin me of the truth.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;One once ask me how long am i gonna stay n brood in this thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Forever n ever ba? me myself dun even noe.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;i thot i cud take it easy.. but it not easy at all.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;i thot i cud act as if nothing have happen till nxt yr.. but it not easy at all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-112688710871260755?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/112688710871260755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=112688710871260755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/112688710871260755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/112688710871260755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2005/09/mood-still-moody.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-112616032768474735</id><published>2005-09-08T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T14:23:25.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Seems like bad luck have been knockin on my door..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;"Knock knock"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Alot of things hit me at the same time.. Im really tryin to be strong.. Tryin to be jovial.. Trying to smile ... But im crumpling inside.. i hate the feelings of me feeling so weak! Everything is out of my control.. totally havin no control.. i cant see any future.. i cant see any outcome.. im freaking scared.. im shivering in cold sweat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Nobody understands .. it sux.. i noe u all r there for me but it sux when nobody understands.. but me myself dun understand wat i hope u all to understand.. im blabbering here.. shit! i need to control my emotions.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;i score badly in my exams n i haven been able to break the news out yet.. i tried... i realli did.. but i juz manage to told my mum tat i did badly.. i could see the disappointment in her eyes.. and it killing me... i nv want to be a burden to my family.. i nv want them to be disappointed in me.. maybe im brought up in the way tat i cant commit any mistakes.. i hate it.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;I lost someone in my family.. it better for him to be at the other place.. it more peaceful there.. rather den living in the corrupted full of nonsence family he is in... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;I cant stand the continuous blabberin arguements between my relatives.. pushing blame here and there.. and im suppose to stand strong beside my mum now cos my dad is too damn weak to be there for her becos of his stupid illness..!!! How i wish i can be like my bro.. " it adult matters doesnt concern him.. n juz keep on playin his stupid frozen throne!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;I had to be strong for my mum and my ah yee.. i can onli cry at nite on my bed.. i can onli cry when nobody is around.. i need my life back.. But im bloodly hell feeling weak..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Life been smooth for me in my past 22 years.. maybe i had been too pampered.. tats y im takin it all in so hard nw.. im sick of cryin.. i joke around.. i luff i smile but im hurting so deep inside .. how am i going to stand strong when both my parents  are cryin almost everyday... how am i? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-112616032768474735?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/112616032768474735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=112616032768474735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/112616032768474735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/112616032768474735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2005/09/seems-like-bad-luck-have-been-knockin.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-112559338799408849</id><published>2005-09-02T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T00:49:48.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feelin sad..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pretty disappointed with myself..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never have i thot i will feel this way..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate myself... I hate myself... I hate myself...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Im feelin so weak... so down... so sad... so depress... so disappointed...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate myself!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Juz let me die.. if i can.. i will..&lt;/em&gt;&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/10823524-112559338799408849?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/112559338799408849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=112559338799408849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/112559338799408849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/112559338799408849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2005/09/feelin-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-112469078449750860</id><published>2005-08-22T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T16:20:23.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;HELP... pls kindly dun read the below!!! Cos u all might think tat im insane...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I truely think that my family are all being capture by aliens in the middle of the nite.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;First of all, my mum is gettin more n more vain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Second of all, my dad is gettin more n more weak.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Third  of all, im gettin more n more inhuman but at the same time im gettin more n more lovingly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Firstly--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Today, my mum crept into my bedroom around 6.05am!! Why i knew that it 6.05am, it becos i manage to open my small lil eyes n crept a look into my mobile.. damn! All my frens shud noe tat i hate being disturb in the early morn as it can get me cranky n wacky.. but she's my mummy n i cant scream or curse at her.. hai! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Eventualli i manage to crawl out of my bed around 8am to put on some lip balm for my lips..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Lately i simply cant stand my lips cracking.. hurts n ugly.. but guess wat!!! My lip balm, lip gloss, mascara, concealer, blusher, moisturizer all GONE!!! i got such a shock.. thot wat the hell happen.. did the good buddy from the other dimension came n took it all away from me???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;In the end, after searching high n low for my stuffs, i found everything in my mum's bedroom.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Think the aliens have inputed in some vain hormones in my mum.. did i tell u tat she went to perm her hair and it doesnt turns out the way it shud look.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Okie, it does make her look old.. n she blame it on me.. say im happi to see her ugly!!!! wat is my mum thinking.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mr or Mrs alien, if u r seeing this.. Im &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ANGRY&lt;/span&gt; with wat u have done!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Secondly--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My dad is simply angry with me not searching out the medical pills pros n cons n asking the pharmancy for advice on his heart problem.. din i said it b4, i realli dun think it so serious! Oh boy, juz change ya lifestyle to a healthier way n stop bothering ya dotter.. everything will be fine! but he juz simply show me his droopy wetty saddy hurt cold eyes.. manz! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Think the aliens have capture my dad n add in alot of woman hormones to him.. it make him so girl!! i cant stand it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Oh boy, somebody pls tell me wat shud i do... i love him.. but it gettin on my nerves... argh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mr or Mrs alien, if u r seeing this.. Im &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Superb Duper ANGRY&lt;/span&gt; with wat u have done!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Thirdly--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I do think my dearies aliens have capture me too.. cos why? today i went out with my dee n dee's frens for lunch.. how sweetilicious lovely can i possible get.. it sometimes nice to hang out with young kids cos they r so youthful n full of crap.. hahaha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Peops out there, U all shud noe tat i HAte human beings.. therefore it being concluded tat im a princess from MARS.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;SO my dearies MArians out there.. pls go kill all the other aliens who had done such incorrigible acts to my family and i LOVE u all out there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hahaha.. seems like im a wacko here... but im not the jacko wacko.. im the joanko wacko.. hahaha.. plain lame.. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Alrite, im still &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;normal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. but gettin abit cranky now n then.. but i know u all still loves me as who i am.. hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On a more serious note:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;The sun will rise with each new day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I have more clarity on the thots i have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I will become stronger against all odds in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Life isnt always sweet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And i do love the bittersweet in it as nothing is ever perfect..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Im simply finding the "perfection equilibrium" in this imperfect realistic world!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;SMilez!!&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/10823524-112469078449750860?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/112469078449750860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=112469078449750860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/112469078449750860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/112469078449750860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2005/08/help.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-112419741188679715</id><published>2005-08-16T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T21:12:14.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;This is going to be a long post... think so.. cos alot of things going through my mind now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;Hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;Not much stuffs happened lately &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;Just simply the same old bullcrap.. like a jackass still sms me.. opps.. i called him jackass.. ha.. alrite, he is still a nice jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;But im stronger this time.. maybe it becos i think i have some other someone on my mind??&lt;br /&gt;Maybe? Yeah? or maybe im juz simply sick of the ways tat he treat me and all the self deniable excuses.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;Argh.. y cant i be more true n brave?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;Hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;My dad been sick.. im realli not sure if it is realli such a serious disease.. but for all i know is tat heart disease are not curable so all he can do now is to adjust his lifestyle to a better type.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;Drink more water.. healthier food.. exercise and stuffs.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;But he is acting so weak.. so weak... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;I felt bad for the way that i feel.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;Im an optimistic girl.. i mean i look things on the bright side n i live in my own self denial world.. Tats why im bubbly.. tats why.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;Everything happen for a reasons.. everyone will fall sick eventually.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;I just wan him to get well.. get better and become more cheerful again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;I missed gettin drunk.. think i got kinda high on alcohol tat day.. I missed the feeling.. light.. nothing on my mind.. keep smiling and laughing.. something tat i haven been doin lately..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;Hmmmm......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;Problems in my family, studies, relationships and friends... so why am i still alive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;It all becos i love living.. i love the unpredictable things tat happen.. the sense of ambiguous in life.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;I think im sick.. someone please save me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-112419741188679715?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/112419741188679715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=112419741188679715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/112419741188679715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/112419741188679715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2005/08/this-is-going-to-be-long-post.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-112330081196299333</id><published>2005-08-06T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T12:00:11.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;alien language : ti ti dui ti dui ti da toe ta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Hmmm.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Makes me feels better... hmmm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Alot of things going thru my mind... I never meet him or reply to his sms anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Friends i thot we will be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;But things turn out the other way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Maybe strangers will be a better way out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Easier for both u n me ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Okie! i have decided... Im going to move on n have a brand new start...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;No1 gonna make me hate myself again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N.O.B.OD.Y&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-112330081196299333?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/112330081196299333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=112330081196299333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/112330081196299333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/112330081196299333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2005/08/alien-language-ti-ti-dui-ti-dui-ti-da.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-112323940091232216</id><published>2005-08-05T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T18:56:40.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Something shudnt be affecting me anymore but it still have it way to make me feel angry, pissed and sad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ugly human beings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;How can people be so hypocrate and act as if nothing have happen??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;How can people be so fake?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;How can it be....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I hate myself for being so fake.. y cant i juz treat ... as air... not visible to my sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Shudnt even be angry over such stuffs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;But it still have a way to make me feel @#$#@%$#^$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Damn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-112323940091232216?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/112323940091232216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=112323940091232216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/112323940091232216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/112323940091232216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2005/08/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-112247282687259087</id><published>2005-07-27T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T22:00:26.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I flare up towards my fren... Wasnt like me... I juz lost it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Haiz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Things not lookin good lately towards all parts of my life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happiness slowly slipping away from me....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;But everything gonna be &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;fine... fine... fine....&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/10823524-112247282687259087?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/112247282687259087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=112247282687259087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/112247282687259087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/112247282687259087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-flare-up-towards-my-fren.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-112228012591532222</id><published>2005-07-25T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T16:28:45.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Im falling in Love with Hallmark..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hey Hey, i know it shows old movies, shows etc.. but im loving it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Been Addicted to it.. haha.. sweetilicious n it makes the world seems more peace n lovey~&lt;br /&gt;Love the show : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Magic Of Ordinary Days"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;It a old-fashioned beauty of love story touching on such topics as guilt and loneliness and unrequited love.. It shows the contrast of the City type of love and the Countryside of love.. more pure n true... W/o any accusations, doubting and stuffs... simply believing in the one you love and making him/her happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;How wonderful it will be if the world operates in this way.. den everyone will be happier.. cos oneself will be happi too if ya loved one is happi too.. this is how great love is but ... do i believe in it? Nope... ahaha.. nah nah, i do believe in it too but it juz wun happen in this realistic world! but once in a while watchin such shows make me feel like a human being.. not tat so cynical ... pretty good feelings! hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Life's been pretty &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;bored&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;predictable&lt;/span&gt;.. money going out and not in... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm feeling pretty happy.. and im not so sure of why.. results might be out soon.. if im not wrong.. late Aug.. but i think im starting to get worry.. but im still feeling happy.. smiles.. and it all becos of Hallmark!!! wahahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh, let me introduce my new name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Joanne Pauper Supertitious SimpleYetComplicated babe Kua "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmmm... let me end with a joke....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;1 guy was walkin down the cemetery &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;And he heard.. "tok tok tok tok " sound..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;He got pretty scare... and not far away he saw a human squating by the walkway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;He quickly walk over and ask the human he is doing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;The human reply: "they Crave my name wrongly" hehehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;hahahaha.. funny right!! hahahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-112228012591532222?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/112228012591532222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=112228012591532222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/112228012591532222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/112228012591532222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2005/07/hmmm_25.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-112192820856422891</id><published>2005-07-21T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T14:43:28.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;A veri bo liaoz entry... so read at ya own decision... if it realli so boring, might as well not read and why the heck am i exercising my fingers to type it down le..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Maybe juz to remind me back of something when i look back again ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;*Sudden blankness* *duno wat to type*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;How about let me tell a story again? haha :p Nah nah, im not a good story teller.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Alrite, realised something ytd nite.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm touch by the thought tat he been busy but still wanna make time to meet me.. (shud i believe it?? ) Even if i believe it, it wun make any difference.. even if i dun believe it, it wun make any difference too..  i juz dun hate him or angry with him... comes wat may and im still ME. A girl tryin to be simple in this complicated world... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I know wat i did wun give me any good endings.. n im afraid of karma too.. can i blame this on this stupid complicated world? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If i haven went to work at tat stupid place, i wun have met him.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If i din go zouk tat time, i wun be friends with him.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If i din have lunch with him, we wun have grown close... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If he dun fetch me  for supper n stuffs... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If he din tok to me the way he did... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I still wan to be friends but do i really need to totally cut myself out from his world to forget him as wat my fren had say b4.. forget him liaoz den can be friends back.. but wat if during the process, he n me will get used of not havin each other in each other world n eventually will not even be friends back?&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; ( thinking too much )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Asectic beliefs: im a simple girl im a simple girl im a simple girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I love my friends... they give me joy, laughter and fun... im able to be myself when im with them... It a great fortune of me to have them... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Friends tat share n be there ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Deep in my heart, i appreciate my 2 friends who had dinner with me ytd&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(yes it u 2.. popular n burpy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; haha.. duno how to say it to u all in face.. but if it not with the fact tat u 2 make me realise tat i shud have bbq n dinner with u 2.. n gives me so much fun n laughter ytd.. haha... relieve me from the stupid emo me.. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;but im emo back now again.. cos im listening to sad chinese songs now.. whahaah.. lamer me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Life's still goes on... i know wat wrong n wat right....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-112192820856422891?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/112192820856422891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=112192820856422891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/112192820856422891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/112192820856422891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2005/07/veri-bo-liaoz-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-112183518807569818</id><published>2005-07-20T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T12:53:08.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Supposed to meet someone today.. still considering.. another 2hrs to go.. hmmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;I mean, i can dun meet.. it all up to me.. juz make up an excuse rite.. easy n no harm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;but do i feel like meeting.. i duno &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;My head says 1 thing and my heart says another.. so who shall i follow.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Maybe the more i meet him, the more i will grown to dislike him becos as he is such an *^%*&amp;$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;giving myself lame excuses again.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Ytd, my fren called me a "3rd party" i din noe tat i will be so angry n pissed n somehow pain..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;i noe it wrong.. i realli noe.. but i nv ever will wan to have tat name tag to me.. cos im never ever one of those.. i know im not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;But wat my fren says was so true.. so damnable true.. even though i think im not but actually im already am one.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;But Im REALLY NOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Never never never......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Juz to blog this down so tat i will know how dumb i am when i wake up from this stupid thing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-112183518807569818?l=joconfessiontime.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-10823524.post-112036128431172848</id><published>2005-07-03T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T11:31:22.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Im so &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Last Nite..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Had my celebration with 7 darlings cum poly mates.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I had my 11 cakes with 2 candles each n it make up a big 22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;But nevertheless, i still feel young~ &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;like real&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/strong&gt; haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Juz wanna thanks everyone tat come down ytd n make my day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Love ya all lots..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;N i got a veri nice duper superb nice prezzie from them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Cant stop smiling ever since i woke up..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nice day! hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-112036128431172848?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/112036128431172848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=112036128431172848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/112036128431172848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/112036128431172848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-so-happy-last-nite.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-112023110802226293</id><published>2005-07-01T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T23:18:28.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Been working lately..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Real tired.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;It a Nice working place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;It has a Nice ambience.. with swimming pool and sofa and couches... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;It have Nice people over there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;I have my own table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;I have all the free space i wan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;I can take a nap or play "hai tai"  or gossips during my work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;N i got 1 Nice super duper goody colleague "MAD" hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Lucky we got each other to entertain one and other...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Imagine when she or me is doing our PS, we will still be chattin and entertaining ourself.. ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Gettin obsessed with online shopping and her BBK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But i still find myself dragging myself to work this morn.. n im realli not looking forward to the whole nxt week..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;But nevertheless, it gives good money and all the good pts stated above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, pls strive on! hee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-112023110802226293?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/112023110802226293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=112023110802226293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/112023110802226293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/112023110802226293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2005/07/been-working-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-111994576689837196</id><published>2005-06-28T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T16:02:46.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Juz wanna write about something tat have been on my mind lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let me tell a story: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;A and B were best friends.. things had gone bad nsour btw them b4 but they still are best friends thru poly years...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Aint we suppose to be best fren?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Aint we suppose to be there for one other?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;But in the end, they ended up like strangers... A dun even have B number.. B change the number again w/o informing A... it kinda of hurt A.. and somehow A still felt the pain ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Strange .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Why is it that best friends can turn into totally strangers becos of such small things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;A wonder if whether is she so selfish to be angry over B over such a small lie.. A been telling herself tat it juz a lie.. but why is there a need for lie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Why is it that things turn out this way. Been thru making up the mind of not ever meetin B. but sometimes, A still wonder how she is. Maybe B too.. maybe it juz something somehow tat A n B are nv meant to be friends.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Looking back at the memories, A realise that ever since they work in the same company, things have gone strange.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;There are times where B doesnt even smile at A when in workplace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;There are times where B doesnt even talk at A when in workplace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;There are times where A n B juz walk pass each other w/o eye contact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;So where does the problem lies on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Is it ever since b4 the lie, both of them have already drifted apart or there are already some non-visible problem between them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;I duno.. cos it a story.. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lame me..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-111994576689837196?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/111994576689837196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=111994576689837196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/111994576689837196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/111994576689837196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2005/06/hmmm_28.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-111962571119729488</id><published>2005-06-24T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T23:11:32.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Time: 1102pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Today: Im supposed to be going out with my eve n meow for shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;But: I ended up at my auntie house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Today: Suppose to slp till noon time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;But: I ended up wakin up around 9 to do some callings for my dad n to go down to MANGO to do something to my SHORT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I shud be more&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;observant nxt time.. payin more attention to small details...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes i feel that gods have a part in planing n making 1 life miserable or happy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We totally have no control of wat is going to happen in the next min ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We totally have no control of wat going to happen ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes some things as stupid as wat had happen to my shorts is an example.. real life example.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Today: Suppose to be happily having dinner n lunch cooked by my auntie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But: after a heavy real heavy lunch, i have diarrheo.. not realli diarreheo but my tummy juz feel so bloated n pain.. hai.. n ends up not havin my dinner!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But i still have my dinner la.. around 7plus 8.. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How can i survive w/o dinner! hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Today: Suppose to have my nap on my aunt bed.. love tat bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But: i din, partly becos of bloated tummy n my cousins..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;woh, they love to talk.. talk .. talk.. talk... like houseflies around me.. bzzz... bezzz.. bzzz.. scary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha.. but as a good sis, definitely i will entertain them la.. hai.. poor thing me.. duno wat go over my head today tat im so nice to them.. actualli listen n tok to them.. kaoz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;End of a boring Day of my life~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ta-daa~&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Waiting for another boring day to approach me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-111962571119729488?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/111962571119729488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=111962571119729488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/111962571119729488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/111962571119729488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2005/06/time-1102pm-today-im-supposed-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-111949065205846435</id><published>2005-06-24T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T09:45:13.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Time:932am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;yawnz.. damn tired as i reached home real late last nite! argh.. why cant i slp more.. realli dun appreaciate ppl smsing me in the morning.. realli! but too bad, i got frens tat love to do that.. wat can i do~ they are my frens.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Another 1 week plus will be my birhtday, yet nobody ask me wat i wan.. hee.. so the hyper dyper sensitive me shall make my birthday wish here n hope my babies will all be able to see it~ hhaha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so here it goes:-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;1) A Mp3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;2) Adidas jacket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;3) Clarins bust firming gel (finishin mine soon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;4) Palmtop Organiser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) Digital Camera&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;6) Watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;7) The thing that i ask nette to buy for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8) Maybe a big fat angbao... haha..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Nette, if u see this, i realli wan tat.. hee lazy me la.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;hmmm.. for all the aboves bag wallet n watch, moi shall not disclose the brands.. haha.. cos i know no1 will buy.. :p Nahz, i oso wun wan my babies to spend so much as i know all of us are broke.. hmm.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Birthday coming soon.. ah.. scary double digits.. scary.. how i wish my back to 18 where there simply lesser troubles n problems n responsiblities to handle.. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fat hope!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-111949065205846435?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/111949065205846435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=111949065205846435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/111949065205846435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/111949065205846435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2005/06/time932am-yawnz.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-111885015922426004</id><published>2005-06-15T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T23:42:39.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Hmmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Have been using my new desktop rather den my laptop anymore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Somehow my laptop become obsolete... hmmm.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;My dee said that im a bad owner.. "xi xing yan jiu"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Am i ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-111885015922426004?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/111885015922426004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=111885015922426004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/111885015922426004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/111885015922426004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2005/06/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-111850700229724627</id><published>2005-06-12T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T00:23:22.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Think im having some &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;problems&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with my &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;tempers lately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Seems to get angry with the smallest possible things tat happen to me~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Shall not announce it here.. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Got to do something to stop it.. hmm.. wat can i do le?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Really duno how.. every small things can prick on my nerves n make me feel so irritated n frustrated.. i dun mean to have a long black face or sound unhappy.. juz tat at that particular pt of time, im realli not happi n im someone that shows all my feelings on my face.. U all shud noe i have alot of face expressions 1 rite..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hmmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Argh.. realli got to do something to control my temper.. feeling &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hyper sensitive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; lately.. damn it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Shall do some meditation?? Ommm.. Ommm.. Ommmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;No use.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Best solution is to Eat my Fav Ice Cream~ Macadamia Nutz.. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Thinkin of it brings a smile to my face.. wahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okie okie.. enuff of my nonsense..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-111850700229724627?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/111850700229724627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=111850700229724627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/111850700229724627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/111850700229724627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2005/06/think-im-having-some-problems-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-111840155999706409</id><published>2005-06-10T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T19:26:43.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Time:6:58pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mood: Nothing Much..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Went out early in the morning to swim with nette n xin.. tired.. hop into bed immediately when i reached home.. i eyes were already half way close when im on the way back home~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cant really swim much.. tired.. too long nv exercise n xin say god is punishing me for being late.. onli her think of such reasons.. haha.. bleahz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Xin&lt;/span&gt; cooked fantastic food! Yummy.. but think it fattening ba.. hee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nette&lt;/span&gt; bought rice dumplings.. yummy.. me prefer the black 1.. even though nette still duno wat the diff btw the 2 diff types.. i simply love the hmmm... brown 1?? hee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nxt time, i shall bring something too&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;~ thinking hard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Alrite, 1 stupid guy sms me back again.. n all i thot he is already happily back with his gf.. n he still dare to call me dear, still dare to say wanna accompany me.. damn him man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh boy, how dumb can i get!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;When you left I &lt;em&gt;lost a part of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;It’s still so hard to believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Dun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Come back baby please cause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;We &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;DUN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; belong together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Who else am I gonna lean on when times get rough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Who’s gonna talk to me on the phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Till the sun comes up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Who’s gonna take your place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;There ain’t nobody better ( .... )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oh baby baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;We &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DUN &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;belong together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Deep in me, i noe tat i still like him &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(merely as a fren)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; sometimes wonder if i juz enjoy the attention given.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but.. alot of buts..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;It hurting me.. when U love someone who already have that particular someone in his life.. his a J**k! But ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Been thru cryin myself to slp.. been thru denying all the stupid shit.. been thru getting stronger..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;How i wish he can really disappear.. but .. as i said, alot of buts.. i dun wanna lose a fren.. i love company even though i hate crowds n human beings... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Argh!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;stupid &amp;amp; weird me~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-111840155999706409?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/111840155999706409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=111840155999706409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/111840155999706409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/111840155999706409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2005/06/time658pm-mood-nothing-much.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-111803373037784311</id><published>2005-06-06T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T12:55:30.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;cried&lt;/span&gt; last nite..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHY?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;It all becos of&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; "Meet Joe Black"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I know it an old show, but the storyline still touches my heart.. &lt;strong&gt;bittersweet love~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;It hard to let go becos tat's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;LIFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;We can love someone so deeply even though we know its &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wrong&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;from the start, the wrong place at the wrong time with a wrong person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love is passion, obsession, someone you can't live without. If you don't start with that, what are you going to end up with? Fall head over heels. I say find someone you can love like crazy and who'll love you the same way back. And how do you find him? Forget your head and listen to your heart. I'm not hearing any heart. Run the risk, if you get hurt, you'll come back. Because, the truth is there is no sense living your life without this. To make the journey and not fall deeply in love - well, you haven't lived a life at all. You have to try. Because if you haven't tried, you haven't lived.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I wanna something like above.. but i know it impossible cos the rational me wun dare to take such risks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Joe Black:&lt;/span&gt; I don't care Bill. I love her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;William Parrish:&lt;/span&gt; How perfect for you - to take whatever you want because it pleases you. That's not love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Joe Black&lt;/span&gt;: Then what is it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;William Parrish:&lt;/span&gt; Some aimless infatuation which, for the moment, you feel like indulging - it's missing everything that matters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Joe Black:&lt;/span&gt; Which is what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;William Parrish:&lt;/span&gt; Trust, responsibility, taking the weight for your choices and feelings, and spending the rest of your life living up to them. And above all, not hurting the object of your love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Joe Black:&lt;/span&gt; So that's what love is according to William Parrish? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;William Parrish:&lt;/span&gt; Multiply it by infinity, and take it to the depth of forever, and you will still have barely a glimpse of what I'm talking about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sweetilicious~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-111803373037784311?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/111803373037784311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=111803373037784311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/111803373037784311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/111803373037784311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-cried-last-nite.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-111790836957132967</id><published>2005-06-05T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T02:14:32.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Time: 1.52am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mood: Slpy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;So Y aint i slping at this quiet hour of the nite, aint beauty slp a big big thing for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yeah, it still is.. but i need to dry my hair first.. and my hair take ages to get dry.. haiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Wat been happening lately?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Too many thing... Finished my last paper on the 1st of june, since then i've been slackin.. not realli using my brain.. haha.. something which i enjoy doing the most.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"not using my brain"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Okie, lately my fren loved to tease me regarding my &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"ear deaf"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; thingy.. dun realli find it funny, cos do think its logical.. translate it into chinese will be "er long" or in english will be "ear deaf"! haha.. so its logical for me to say it out this way :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;People dream dreams... Different people dream of different types of dream.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Like me, i onli dream of simple, real life stuffs.. maybe will have some surreal things in it like maybe im in another stage of my life... working life etc.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;But i do have frens that have "strange" dreams, like gotten in a maze tryin to get out of it.. Isnt it cool.. how i wish i have such dreams.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;something tat i wun get to experience it in real life, will wan to experience it in a dream..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; hee "strange me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Things have been going smoothly for me.. not much ups or downs.. simple and im loving it.. except for the recently stupid shit tat i had created and causes me to burn a big hole in my pocket! damn! Anything else but tat, im having a simply contented life right now.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;onli "right now" cos i now the "simply unsatisfied n constantly changing mind ME" is going to form, and create some stupid execuses in hating my life again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Just before those stupid excuses starts appearing in my mind, heart and brain, im going to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;continue to enjoy n love my life~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-111790836957132967?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/111790836957132967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=111790836957132967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/111790836957132967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/111790836957132967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2005/06/time-1.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-111675466220894245</id><published>2005-05-22T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T17:37:42.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Date: 22 May 05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mood: tired... shoulder pain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ytd, went with nette n kim to far east sq to sell off our 2nd hand clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;we have levis, mango, mphosis, g2000, topshop and alot others..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;But we manage to sell off none..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;We failed on our first entreprenuership.. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Throughout the whole day, meet alot of aunties.. naggy.. simply naggy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;They got so much so much things to complain, comment and nag.. woh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;We were all totalli turned off...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;The aunties keep on blabbber n blabber.. and the 3 of us still need to smile n smile..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;It not that i dun respect, but somehow, i simply cant take the nagginess of aunties.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Luckily at the end of the day, kim's bf came to fetch us.. luckily.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Or else i duno how am i goin to bring back all my clothes.. its damn heavy n thats y im shoulder hurts real bad now... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;The worst doesnt ends here.. cos im being drag out since early morn to acc my parents to pray.. cos today is the vesak day.. if im not wrong.. i dun mind goin to the squezzy crampy alot of human beings temples.. my friends shud noe i dun enjoy crowd.. so lets say that today is juz one of those days tat i dun look forward to.. but nevertheless, i dun mind it since it been a long time since i hang out with my parents..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Oh, saw my samsung collegues at compasspoint just now.. she is still with her bf.. sweetilicous.. haa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-111675466220894245?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/111675466220894245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=111675466220894245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/111675466220894245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10823524/posts/default/111675466220894245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/2005/05/date-22-may-05-mood-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>joConfession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107388474227586550</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-10823524.post-111669051122918649</id><published>2005-05-21T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T23:48:43.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;What have i done Today..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Wanna type wat i did todae.. but xin is toking to me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Keep tokin to me... so i cant type.. cant multitask lately..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;So continue nxt time.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rem to keep a lookout...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10823524-111669051122918649?l=joconfessiontime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joconfessiontime.blogspot.com/feeds/111669051122918649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10823524&amp;postID=111669051122918649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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