<?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-13817866</id><updated>2011-08-19T22:45:17.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>j-cozaic</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>322</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13817866.post-1977587247062750265</id><published>2010-01-10T02:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T00:28:50.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;bleah. sometimes i feel like i've such huge shoes to fill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if it isn't true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess sometimes it just isn't that simple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-1977587247062750265?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/1977587247062750265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=1977587247062750265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/1977587247062750265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/1977587247062750265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2010/01/bleah.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-6337108687159889156</id><published>2009-09-07T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T11:35:41.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Storybook endings, fairy tales coming true&lt;br /&gt;Deep down inside we wanna believe they still do&lt;br /&gt;In our secretest heart, it's our favourite part of the story&lt;br /&gt;Let's just admit we all want to make it to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever ever after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we just don't get it our own way&lt;br /&gt;Ever ever after&lt;br /&gt;It may only be a wish away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever Ever After - Carrie Underwood &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-6337108687159889156?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/6337108687159889156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=6337108687159889156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/6337108687159889156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/6337108687159889156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2009/09/storybook-endings-fairy-tales-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-6969426768267846690</id><published>2009-08-30T15:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T16:22:13.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;i wanted to do a nice update on my wonderful life and add in some inspiration-cum-emo stuff &lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt; i only have &lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt; thing to say now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i&lt;br /&gt;hate&lt;br /&gt;tutorial&lt;br /&gt;assignments.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-6969426768267846690?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/6969426768267846690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=6969426768267846690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/6969426768267846690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/6969426768267846690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-wanted-to-do-nice-update-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-729886050882524411</id><published>2009-08-08T23:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T23:30:11.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUS CHANCELLOR'S SHIELD IS OURS, AGAIN! :D :D :D &lt;br /&gt;BIZADers are simply the BOMB. (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rag&amp;Flag was &lt;strong&gt;awesome&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/strong&gt;the morning was pretty dreadful to go through. considering we didn't get any sleep the night before. i think i only slept for 10 mins or so. haha! everything went well! no mistakes in cheer stunts, no major errors. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHEEEEEEEEE.&lt;/em&gt; (: (: (: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hard to believe that rag's over. all the hard work put into it has definitely paid off! i'm going to miss all the dancers, &lt;strong&gt;our cam-whoring/gossip/HTHT/talk cock sessions&lt;/strong&gt;, scandalous moments, watching the boys at their best retarded moments.. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh..now that all the fun is over, school's gonna start soon. looking forward to it! hope i can get re-adjusted to school life again (though i've been going to school almost everyday for the past 1 month or so). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;meeting S201 peeps tmr! shall have lotsa fun. (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and HAPPY NATIONAL DAY! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-729886050882524411?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/729886050882524411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=729886050882524411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/729886050882524411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/729886050882524411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2009/08/nus-chancellors-shield-is-ours-again-d.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-3503617835881263892</id><published>2009-08-02T14:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T15:40:09.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't been blogging in a while. ragdance is keeping me super occupied. but i'm enjoying it! gossips games talking shit in between breaks, jacking people's facebooks, amusing ourselves with.. well, &lt;em&gt;ourselves&lt;/em&gt;. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we stayed out on friday after prac until like, 6am! played some drinking games, and those &lt;strong&gt;'HOW MANY MEHMEH JUMP OVER THE WALL' &lt;/strong&gt;kind of retarded mentally-torturous games. i've learnt so many new ones and i'm so gonna use them to irritate the hell out of ppl soon. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got home at like 7am ystd. zz. and met up with some KENSEI-ians in e aftnn. &lt;strong&gt;settler's cafe&lt;/strong&gt; was crazy man. had a good time laughing! and our &lt;strong&gt;HTHT &lt;/strong&gt;session during dinner was really something. we shd have more of it. although it makes me feel a bit emo. hahaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. RAG Day is next saturdayyyy! omg. this week's gonna be extra hard on us. PLUS there's bidding to do tmr. haven't really decided on which module to take, but hopefully i'll get the one i want. :l &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just go with the flow, girl. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-3503617835881263892?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/3503617835881263892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=3503617835881263892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/3503617835881263892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/3503617835881263892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2009/08/havent-been-blogging-in-while.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-4615943426274209587</id><published>2009-07-17T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T23:46:42.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have new found respect for dancers. regardless of the genre. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; takes it out of you mannnn. and pracs are gna be up-ped to 4 times a week, and then EVERYDAY. gna hv to camp in audi soon alr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm. good exercise before term starts. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-4615943426274209587?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/4615943426274209587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=4615943426274209587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/4615943426274209587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/4615943426274209587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-new-found-respect-for-dancers.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-290510821430344011</id><published>2009-07-09T00:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T00:35:08.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M BACK FROM TRIUNI BIZIOACCTIV3! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm dead tired. my legs are so wobbly now!&lt;br /&gt;plus, the sac peeps are coming over to sweeeem tmr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND&lt;/strong&gt; i've ragdance prac on friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmeegawd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wheeeee. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-290510821430344011?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/290510821430344011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=290510821430344011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/290510821430344011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/290510821430344011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-back-from-triuni-bizioacctiv3-d-im.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-9162839429580796423</id><published>2009-07-03T01:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T01:28:29.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;past three days were spent on rather enjoyable stuffs. gambling&amp;movie with the OG, guitar hero-ing with sacians, and RAG Dancing at NUS today. and guess what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had my very first taste of &lt;strong&gt;cheerleading&lt;/strong&gt; today!&lt;br /&gt;so scary la! to be up so high. but yet! it's fun. hahaha. :D funky stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played some silly murderer games with the OG at keith's place (again) earlier. his dog is &lt;strong&gt;SO FRIGGIN CUTE!&lt;/strong&gt; gosh. hahaha. i rly like this bunch of ppl. so fun-loving and &lt;strong&gt;ON&lt;/strong&gt; about anything and &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt;. so infectious. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ice age with lim laterrrrr. (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;just stay positive, babe. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-9162839429580796423?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/9162839429580796423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=9162839429580796423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/9162839429580796423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/9162839429580796423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-had-my-very-first-taste-of.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-4507068275659823079</id><published>2009-06-28T22:02:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T22:14:04.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many nice movies coming up! &lt;br /&gt;there's &lt;strong&gt;ICE AGE 3&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;there's &lt;strong&gt;HAUNTING IN CONNECTICUT&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;there's &lt;strong&gt;HARRY POTTER&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;there's &lt;strong&gt;ORPHAN&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;there's &lt;strong&gt;UP&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wanna watch ALL of them!&lt;br /&gt;ohhmygoooooodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;Young girl, get outta my mind&lt;br /&gt;My love for you is way out of line&lt;br /&gt;Better run girl&lt;br /&gt;You're much too young, girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young Girl - Gary Puckett&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-4507068275659823079?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/4507068275659823079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=4507068275659823079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/4507068275659823079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/4507068275659823079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2009/06/man.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-832053981766898206</id><published>2009-06-25T15:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T19:50:09.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;NUS BUSINESS CAMP '09 WAS A &lt;u&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;BLAST!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many things to say. so lazy to elaborate. HAHA. let's do it in point form, shall we? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;AWESOME AWESOME OG: TAKEZO KENSEI!&lt;/strong&gt; lovely peeps.&lt;br /&gt;2. our &lt;strong&gt;FRIENDLY OGLs!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. silly, dirty games around campus on &lt;strong&gt;Day 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;em&gt;hot, sunny, fun-filled day + night at &lt;strong&gt;SENTOSA&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;on Day 2. so bloody &lt;b&gt;FUN&lt;/b&gt;. omg.&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;FAKE FRESHIES &lt;/strong&gt;in each group! their method of revelation was amazing man. haha.&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;BLIND DATES &lt;/strong&gt;with our &lt;strong&gt;'Special Partner' &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(hahaha)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. games in the &lt;strong&gt;pool&lt;/strong&gt; on &lt;strong&gt;Day 3&lt;/strong&gt;. which included &lt;em&gt;broken telephone-cum-charades (our grp scored an amazing &lt;strong&gt;ZERO POINTS &lt;/strong&gt;for the entire game! HAHA!)&lt;/em&gt;, captain's ball with the girls sitting on the guys, and some others. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;8. revelation of our SPs, which was SO INTERESTING. im not being sarcastic. :D&lt;br /&gt;9. dinner at SANTA FE, Riverboat. with our SPs. which was. hahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;10. PHOTO-TAKING with.. basically the whole world. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i probably left out some, but these are the highlights. it's pretty sad that the camp had to end a day earlier due to H1N1. but anyhoo! made some pretty good friends, &lt;strong&gt;JOANNA and ANNABELLE&lt;/strong&gt;. (: joanna's my whistling-harmonising partner. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICS UP ON FACEBOOK. lazy to upload it here la. heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for more details, pls date me and i'll dedicate my &lt;strong&gt;ENTIRE DAY &lt;/strong&gt;to you. i swear, i won't tire of it. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to think i actually thought of NOT going for the camp!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-832053981766898206?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/832053981766898206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=832053981766898206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/832053981766898206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/832053981766898206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2009/06/nus-business-camp-09-was-blast-so-many.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-7580812817319245175</id><published>2009-06-17T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T01:07:05.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somewhere far along this road&lt;br /&gt;He lost his soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a woman so heartless..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-7580812817319245175?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/7580812817319245175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=7580812817319245175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/7580812817319245175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/7580812817319245175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2009/06/somewhere-far-along-this-road-he-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-4957558689148876048</id><published>2009-06-14T12:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T12:34:30.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent the &lt;strong&gt;ENTIRE &lt;/strong&gt;day at Katong ystd. with theLORRS. haha. walked around Parkway, hoping to buy some stuff. sadly it wasn't meant to be. boring la. go there too often alr. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we walked over to Katong. got my eyebrows done! lorrs was too much of a scaredy cat, so she didnt. hee. and guess what! there was a &lt;strong&gt;flea market &lt;/strong&gt;outside the Hong Kong Tea House! the stalls were all like, blogshops. selling their stuffs. really, really cooool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lorrs managed to find her &lt;strong&gt;clutch bag&lt;/strong&gt;! for &lt;strong&gt;3BUCKS&lt;/strong&gt;! and it looked pretty decent too. i bought a pretty dress for 15bucks, and a necklace for 8. (: 23buckaroos. if i'd bought retail, 23bucks would probably only give me a.. basic tee. or sth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN we went to church. :D lorrs and i have very very different.. &lt;em&gt;perceptions&lt;/em&gt; of.. eyecandy. she's so weird. kept blowing my cover. nehneh. anyhoos, &lt;em&gt;IT'S OKAY LORRS. you can have the one with the &lt;b&gt;dramatic&lt;/b&gt; middle name! :D &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flea markets are friggin' cool yo. it's still on-going today! go check it out if you're free. :D i'm itching to go down again. mwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://flea-lovers.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;http://flea-lovers.livejournal.com/&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-4957558689148876048?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/4957558689148876048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=4957558689148876048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/4957558689148876048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/4957558689148876048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-4227319677745849554</id><published>2009-06-10T23:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:01:15.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when life seems to turn a darker shade of grey,&lt;br /&gt;take a deep breath, take a step back.&lt;br /&gt;remind yourself of happier days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you'll see the colours creeping back home.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/Si_Yguv_fkI/AAAAAAAAAeI/dWc-rhJ3Qes/s1600-h/balloons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 319px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/Si_Yguv_fkI/AAAAAAAAAeI/dWc-rhJ3Qes/s320/balloons.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345729339528805954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-4227319677745849554?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/4227319677745849554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=4227319677745849554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/4227319677745849554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/4227319677745849554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-life-seems-to-turn-darker-shade-of.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/Si_Yguv_fkI/AAAAAAAAAeI/dWc-rhJ3Qes/s72-c/balloons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13817866.post-1594198927963105294</id><published>2009-06-09T01:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T01:23:54.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;one day, i might just write you a song. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-1594198927963105294?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/1594198927963105294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=1594198927963105294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/1594198927963105294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/1594198927963105294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-day-i-might-just-write-you-song.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-8861868325210233977</id><published>2009-06-08T00:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T00:40:43.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MINT Museum of Toys&lt;/strong&gt; with &lt;strong&gt;JO and RACH &lt;/strong&gt;ystd. (: kinda interesting. though it was smaller than we expected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the toys were really cool! some really brought back memories. haha. took many many photos! all on facebook. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few snippets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/Sivq_7ChJwI/AAAAAAAAAdI/wnztkCFEspE/s1600-h/07062009115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/Sivq_7ChJwI/AAAAAAAAAdI/wnztkCFEspE/s320/07062009115.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344623766706136834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SivrAC5EMKI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/dnhrOSJfbyQ/s1600-h/07062009165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SivrAC5EMKI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/dnhrOSJfbyQ/s320/07062009165.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344623768813973666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks like a promotional poster for some horror movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SivrAv6dX6I/AAAAAAAAAdo/gUdFXj4md7Q/s1600-h/07062009086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SivrAv6dX6I/AAAAAAAAAdo/gUdFXj4md7Q/s320/07062009086.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344623780899413922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anything familiar? (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SivrAjl3GAI/AAAAAAAAAdg/iJDE0jswMJo/s1600-h/07062009089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SivrAjl3GAI/AAAAAAAAAdg/iJDE0jswMJo/s320/07062009089.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344623777591793666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little boy's heaven. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SivrAd9raMI/AAAAAAAAAdY/fKlQovO4sQs/s1600-h/07062009079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SivrAd9raMI/AAAAAAAAAdY/fKlQovO4sQs/s320/07062009079.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344623776081078466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glass floor. it took a lot of courage to step on it and take THIS SHOT okayyyy. ask rachel! haha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SivsXImp9AI/AAAAAAAAAeA/ZrNLXg7LYdg/s1600-h/07062009069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SivsXImp9AI/AAAAAAAAAeA/ZrNLXg7LYdg/s320/07062009069.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344625264995988482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SivsXPZWBDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/kpBzFznV7YA/s1600-h/07062009096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SivsXPZWBDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/kpBzFznV7YA/s320/07062009096.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344625266819204146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BEATLES COLLECTIBLES! a ton of them on display.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SivsW7Y1RKI/AAAAAAAAAdw/wtDye85EN9U/s1600-h/07062009076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SivsW7Y1RKI/AAAAAAAAAdw/wtDye85EN9U/s320/07062009076.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344625261448348834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Snow White figurine here was, sadly, &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; the 'fairest of them all'. (as rachel put it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fun day. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-8861868325210233977?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/8861868325210233977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=8861868325210233977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/8861868325210233977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/8861868325210233977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2009/06/mint-museum-of-toys-with-jo-and-rach.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/Sivq_7ChJwI/AAAAAAAAAdI/wnztkCFEspE/s72-c/07062009115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13817866.post-2457507507297837541</id><published>2009-06-04T21:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T21:15:07.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;imma feeling light-headed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;literally!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-2457507507297837541?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/2457507507297837541/comments/default' title='Post 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type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the truth about being &lt;font color="white"&gt;un&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-important. ever considered? hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's no surprise I won't be here tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that I stayed till today&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing here in this heart left to borrow&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing here in this soul left to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be surprised when we hate this tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;God knows we tried to find an easier way&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you and I will be a tough act to follow&lt;br /&gt;But I know in time we'll find this was NO SURPRISE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could see the future and how this plays out&lt;br /&gt;I bet it's better than where we are now&lt;br /&gt;But after going through this,&lt;br /&gt;It's easier to see the reason why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Surprise - Daughtry&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-13817866.post-2913661851778700830</id><published>2009-05-31T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T22:28:19.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nobahdee nobahdee ba-choo! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-2913661851778700830?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/2913661851778700830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=2913661851778700830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/2913661851778700830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/2913661851778700830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2009/05/nobahdee-nobahdee-ba-choo.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-2173903164672594559</id><published>2009-05-27T21:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T21:50:55.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;i think i enjoy making myself suffer. seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; the things i could do to help me sleeeeep, of &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; the things i could read, i had to read that.. that horrid.. autobiography. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stooooopid puny bird brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I've been hiding all my hopes and dreams away &lt;br /&gt;Just in case I ever need 'em again someday &lt;br /&gt;I've been setting aside time &lt;br /&gt;To clear a little space in the corners of my mind..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-2173903164672594559?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/2173903164672594559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=2173903164672594559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/2173903164672594559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/2173903164672594559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-think-i-enjoy-making-myself-suffer.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-190747802901634504</id><published>2009-05-24T22:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T22:29:57.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NUS BizConnect with &lt;strong&gt;Jo Rach and Sherman &lt;/strong&gt;was kinda interesting. tea session was quite funny. and the campus tour was rather enjoyable! although there was a lot of stairs-climbing involved. the student ambassadors were really friendly! or at least, &lt;em&gt;ours&lt;/em&gt; were. :l anyhoo, the school has a pretty nice environment. it's 'school-ly'. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a good experience there. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLUS i got to watch Night At The Museum 2, &lt;strong&gt;again&lt;/strong&gt;! how awesome is thaaaat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what. &lt;strong&gt;Jo was convinced! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel, Jo! we can sleep on the trains together alr! hahahaha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-190747802901634504?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/190747802901634504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=190747802901634504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/190747802901634504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/190747802901634504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2009/05/nus-bizconnect-with-jo-rach-and-sherman.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-6608447854274600114</id><published>2009-05-21T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T22:18:49.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just a really really good laugh! together with limting. sort of. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found out lorrs is really easy to trick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you believe your friend if she told you that &lt;br /&gt;1. her &lt;strong&gt;biggest hugest most ginormous EYECANDY &lt;/strong&gt;appeared at her doorstep, &lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;professed his love &lt;/strong&gt;to her and &lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;instantly &lt;/strong&gt;became a couple? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you would you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO RIGHT?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lorrs the goon&lt;/strong&gt; did! hahaha! at one point i even thought she was playing along too but apparently NOT. she immediately called me and literally &lt;strong&gt;screamed&lt;/strong&gt; into my ear, asking for the &lt;strong&gt;JUICY DETAILS&lt;/strong&gt;. HAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i almost fainted from all that laughing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-6608447854274600114?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/6608447854274600114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=6608447854274600114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/6608447854274600114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/6608447854274600114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-just-really-really-good-laugh.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-6791754524089642201</id><published>2009-05-15T20:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T21:00:11.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's funny, how two pairs of people can be in the same situation (sort of), and yet the pairs handle it so differently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one's calm and mature. the other, bitter and.. well, &lt;i&gt;im&lt;/i&gt;mature. &lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt;, immature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been so freaking long and pondering over this really is stupid. but it just happens sometimes, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well. perhaps some people are just luckier in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or at least, luckier than me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-6791754524089642201?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/6791754524089642201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=6791754524089642201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/6791754524089642201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/6791754524089642201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-funny-how-two-pairs-of-people-can.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-659035179852369959</id><published>2009-05-08T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T23:22:23.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pfft. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish i could fast-forward to the future, to see if all this is worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it takes no time to fall in love. &lt;br /&gt;But it takes you years to know what love is.&lt;br /&gt;And it takes some fears to make you trust,&lt;br /&gt;It takes those tears to make it rust, &lt;br /&gt;It takes the dust to have it polished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Is Wonderful - Jason Mraz&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-659035179852369959?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/659035179852369959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=659035179852369959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/659035179852369959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/659035179852369959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2009/05/pfft.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-345032347609635260</id><published>2009-05-03T22:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T22:56:19.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>past.. three days were kinda fun. waraku &amp; cafe iguana with &lt;strong&gt;shuyun and cheryl &lt;/strong&gt;on thurs night. food was good, company was even better. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vivo with &lt;strong&gt;pehpeh&lt;/strong&gt; on friday. wolverine + shopping + timbre! (: movie was awesome man! bloody exciting. i spent a bomb. haven't spent that much in a single day in a loooong time. haha. timbre was nice too, band was pretty good. and the waiter was kinda funny. weird funny. heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jo and rach &lt;/strong&gt;came to church ystd. jo had many many questions, as usual. haha. oh and i pointed out Mr. Eyecandy to them. :D swensen's at parkway afterward, then crashed at my place. we watched.. FIVE movies in total! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lakehouse, Waterboys (which was hilarious), some Arnold Swazzzznegger movie (dunnnno how to spell la), Bridge to Terabithia and Meet the Robinsons.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hmm, but i think only two of them were watching the Arnold Swazzzzznegger one. i fell asleep. haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good weekend. best i've had since i started working, i think. &lt;br /&gt;hurr.. i can't wait for work to end. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like this song. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey Stephen, I could give you fifty reasons&lt;br /&gt;Why I should be the one you choose&lt;br /&gt;All those other girls, well, they're beautiful&lt;br /&gt;But would they write a song for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help it if you look like an angel&lt;br /&gt;Can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain so&lt;br /&gt;Come feel this magic I've been feeling since I met you&lt;br /&gt;Can't help it if there's no one else&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, I can't help myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Stephen - Taylor Swift&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-345032347609635260?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/345032347609635260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=345032347609635260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/345032347609635260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/345032347609635260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2009/05/past.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-1090008235145919869</id><published>2009-04-28T21:01:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T22:07:55.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;LAST SATURDAY! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday celebration with&lt;strong&gt; Shilin, Jo &amp; Sherman at Rachel's&lt;/strong&gt;. (: &lt;br /&gt;They made me wait at the door, and pretended not to hear the doorbell. Which was pressed 3 times. Naughty people. Hahaha. Apparently the cake wasn't ready and etc etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, dinner was pizza, curry, baguettes and beehoon. Haha, super &lt;em&gt;Racial Harmony Day&lt;/em&gt;. Sherman's appetite shrank ever since he became a jungleman luh. Very soon he's gonna be as skinny as ME! Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mahjonged + Bloghopping + Gossipping + Facebook Gaming + A HELL LOT OF LAUGHING! &lt;/strong&gt;Although I can't really remember what we were hysterical over. I beat my Tetris timing again! I realise Rachel's computer is very conducive for improving my timing. Twice already. Hahaha. Good fengshui. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SfcJUj8qOTI/AAAAAAAAAcY/xb1KVVFmymA/s1600-h/25042009006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SfcJUj8qOTI/AAAAAAAAAcY/xb1KVVFmymA/s320/25042009006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329738932867971378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mango cheesecake which.. did not really taste like a cheesecake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SfcJUxy2wUI/AAAAAAAAAcg/U3zr3BLve5w/s1600-h/25042009007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SfcJUxy2wUI/AAAAAAAAAcg/U3zr3BLve5w/s320/25042009007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329738936584945986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOJOPOH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SfcMJ13cQZI/AAAAAAAAAdA/6Mit4mFLvk4/s1600-h/25042009005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SfcMJ13cQZI/AAAAAAAAAdA/6Mit4mFLvk4/s320/25042009005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329742047234245010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our JUNGLEMAN! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SfcJVPon7fI/AAAAAAAAAco/KGT0i4l91yw/s1600-h/25042009004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SfcJVPon7fI/AAAAAAAAAco/KGT0i4l91yw/s320/25042009004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329738944595095026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hostess posing. And Shilin is hard at work on the semi-functional exercise bike. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SfcJVDSsvlI/AAAAAAAAAcw/04DSxF7oYhk/s1600-h/25042009001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SfcJVDSsvlI/AAAAAAAAAcw/04DSxF7oYhk/s320/25042009001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329738941281910354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figuring out how to use the camera function on my phone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SfcJVIIVzdI/AAAAAAAAAc4/ONxMX-I2nC0/s1600-h/25042009002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SfcJVIIVzdI/AAAAAAAAAc4/ONxMX-I2nC0/s320/25042009002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329738942580641234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TADA. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was a nice get-together. &lt;strong&gt;THANKS FRONTROWERS!&lt;/strong&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;Sleepover on Sat at my place! :D :D :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;I had a very good belated birthday dinner yesterdayyyy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18Chefs with &lt;strong&gt;Sha Hani and Gv.&lt;/strong&gt; they told the waiter it was my birthday, and he got the &lt;strong&gt;ENTIRE RESTAURANT &lt;/strong&gt;to sing me a birthday song. So embarrasing luhhhh. Hahahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was sweet, nonetheless! (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we had the fudgey cake (which, I just realised, we did not take a picture of), and after that, they presented my gift to me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A PURPLE BOOKLET FILLED WITH HORRID PICTURES&lt;/strong&gt;. Of myself and the rest. I swear I cringed when I saw some of my pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme show you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SfcCcCq5KcI/AAAAAAAAAbI/jT_waT6IUt0/s1600-h/28042009016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SfcCcCq5KcI/AAAAAAAAAbI/jT_waT6IUt0/s320/28042009016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329731364792641986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SfcCcSO4f3I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/0nV4GasENRM/s1600-h/28042009017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SfcCcSO4f3I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/0nV4GasENRM/s320/28042009017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329731368970125170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cringe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SfcCcv4gbtI/AAAAAAAAAbY/09M_oaEbFRM/s1600-h/28042009018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SfcCcv4gbtI/AAAAAAAAAbY/09M_oaEbFRM/s320/28042009018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329731376929337042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cringecringe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SfcCc7Y8dQI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Jch18LiBnG0/s1600-h/28042009019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SfcCc7Y8dQI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Jch18LiBnG0/s320/28042009019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329731380018181378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SfcCc2Hrh7I/AAAAAAAAAbo/vHG_XYrtaPg/s1600-h/28042009020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SfcCc2Hrh7I/AAAAAAAAAbo/vHG_XYrtaPg/s320/28042009020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329731378603591602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SfcDUxzoMaI/AAAAAAAAAbw/gA5dJL8eS4w/s1600-h/28042009021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SfcDUxzoMaI/AAAAAAAAAbw/gA5dJL8eS4w/s320/28042009021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329732339518419362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SfcDVK5x1ZI/AAAAAAAAAb4/lsjnXArKkig/s1600-h/28042009022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SfcDVK5x1ZI/AAAAAAAAAb4/lsjnXArKkig/s320/28042009022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329732346255103378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SfcDVWIWejI/AAAAAAAAAcA/u7Hkw9A6LTs/s1600-h/28042009023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SfcDVWIWejI/AAAAAAAAAcA/u7Hkw9A6LTs/s320/28042009023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329732349269015090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SfcDVhnVwyI/AAAAAAAAAcI/GtP4Tb8sjcI/s1600-h/28042009025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SfcDVhnVwyI/AAAAAAAAAcI/GtP4Tb8sjcI/s320/28042009025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329732352351781666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faints. HAHA. Do you see a ghost in the background? Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SfcDVngOYyI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/VnBWD0azw2Q/s1600-h/28042009026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SfcDVngOYyI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/VnBWD0azw2Q/s320/28042009026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329732353932550946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt; &lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU CLICK. (: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-1090008235145919869?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/1090008235145919869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=1090008235145919869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/1090008235145919869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/1090008235145919869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-had-very-good-belated-birthday-dinner.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SfcJUj8qOTI/AAAAAAAAAcY/xb1KVVFmymA/s72-c/25042009006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13817866.post-1584371512283411361</id><published>2009-04-25T13:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T13:32:29.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to revert back to happy mode. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;steamboat + mahjong + FRONTROWERS = &lt;u&gt;FUN LAUGHTER JOY MADNESS!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight (:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-1584371512283411361?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/1584371512283411361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=1584371512283411361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/1584371512283411361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/1584371512283411361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2009/04/time-to-revert-back-to-happy-mode.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-6689256912037390889</id><published>2009-04-24T18:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T18:34:41.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Someone freakin' stole my handphone today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT &lt;strong&gt;WORK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know where I'm working at, you'd understand my frustration. &lt;br /&gt;Good gosh. What kind of dishonest &lt;s&gt;person&lt;/s&gt; &lt;strong&gt;retard &lt;/strong&gt;is that la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the wonderful birthday surprise man. Stoooopid nehneh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't bother texting me. Unless you enjoy sending messages without getting a reply. Hopefully I'll get my number back by tmr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HURRRRRR. so sad. &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/13817866-6689256912037390889?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/6689256912037390889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=6689256912037390889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/6689256912037390889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/6689256912037390889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2009/04/someone-freakin-stole-my-handphone.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-3822395163455452102</id><published>2009-04-22T21:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T21:24:54.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahchooahchoo. hurr.&lt;br /&gt;what could be worse than falling sick on the eve of your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;answer: being sick &lt;strong&gt;ON&lt;/strong&gt; your birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you tell i'm trying my best to stay &lt;strong&gt;positive&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;it's been my motto for the past 2 weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it shall remain that way for the next 4 weeks. &lt;br /&gt;or, hopefully, my entire life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-3822395163455452102?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/3822395163455452102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=3822395163455452102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/3822395163455452102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/3822395163455452102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2009/04/ahchooahchoo.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-7863135709828981642</id><published>2009-04-18T23:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T23:52:45.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imma feeling rather sucky today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though i received a rather good piece of news on thursday, and even though i saw easter bunny today. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pfft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-7863135709828981642?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/7863135709828981642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=7863135709828981642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/7863135709828981642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/7863135709828981642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2009/04/imma-feeling-rather-sucky-today.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-4612930484155375758</id><published>2009-04-12T14:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T14:38:04.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love Easter Masses/services. &lt;br /&gt;so fun, so vibrant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although, 30% of the enjoyment stems from.. some&lt;em&gt;thing&lt;/em&gt; else, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE EASTER. (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"At this table of love,&lt;br /&gt;by faith we are all made one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- We Are One&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-4612930484155375758?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/4612930484155375758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=4612930484155375758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/4612930484155375758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/4612930484155375758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-easter-massesservices.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-4089597776679500928</id><published>2009-04-05T13:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T13:10:40.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if you like to play tetris on facebook, go watch &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G0LtUX_6IXY&amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;b&gt; THIS! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda weird, but interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-4089597776679500928?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/4089597776679500928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=4089597776679500928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/4089597776679500928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/4089597776679500928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2009/04/funky.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-7811638892615715198</id><published>2009-04-03T23:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T00:01:14.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sakae &amp; shopping with &lt;strong&gt;shuyun&lt;/strong&gt; after work today. (: chat, gossipped, updates on scandals etc. haha. managed to get two tops! BUT i failed my main mission. which was to get a new bag. ahwell. shuyun didn't manage to get anything. sad stuff. haha. she kept making me look at branded goods. makes me feel so poor! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work's been.. kinda hectic. i'm really &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; worried for the upcoming major 'event'. how'm i gna complete my heavy workload within &lt;strong&gt;6 days &lt;/strong&gt;luh. sighh. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the bright side, &lt;strong&gt;my little niece &lt;/strong&gt;is coming over tmr morn to swim! so cute. heh.&lt;br /&gt;and steamboat with the &lt;strong&gt;frontrowers&lt;/strong&gt; tmr! can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-7811638892615715198?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/7811638892615715198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=7811638892615715198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/7811638892615715198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/7811638892615715198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2009/04/sakae-hopping-with-shuyun-after-work.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-92612935009522433</id><published>2009-03-24T22:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T23:12:19.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how can it be that it's so much easier to confide in someone without a face (not literally of course. that would be like The Ultimate FearFactor), &lt;br /&gt;than in some of your close friends? people you meet on a regular basis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and actually &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;feel better &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;after doing so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-92612935009522433?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/92612935009522433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=92612935009522433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/92612935009522433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/92612935009522433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-can-it-be-that-its-so-much-easier.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-1611564004248826402</id><published>2009-03-21T23:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T23:42:05.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>waaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhlaoooooooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so bloody irritating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i better complain and whine all i can today and tmr because after that i won't get to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERGHHH. craapppppppp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-1611564004248826402?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/1611564004248826402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=1611564004248826402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/1611564004248826402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/1611564004248826402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2009/03/waaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhlaoooooooooooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-1841397529761268830</id><published>2009-03-13T23:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T23:22:30.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ever get the feeling something's missing? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's such a weird feeling. &lt;br /&gt;can it even be called a &lt;em&gt;feeling&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;prepare to be oozed out b.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-1841397529761268830?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/1841397529761268830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=1841397529761268830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/1841397529761268830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/1841397529761268830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2009/03/prepare-to-be-oozed-out.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-3536985694408528069</id><published>2009-03-10T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T23:01:56.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And history repeats itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's probably just a fact that some people will &lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt; overshadow others. High time to face up to it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-3536985694408528069?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/3536985694408528069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=3536985694408528069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/3536985694408528069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/3536985694408528069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-history-repeats-itself.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-4568188341190040896</id><published>2009-03-05T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T22:21:30.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Happy 19th Chap! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*bites fingernails..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-4568188341190040896?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/4568188341190040896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=4568188341190040896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/4568188341190040896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/4568188341190040896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-19th-chap-bites-fingernails.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-7387900047373228785</id><published>2009-03-01T20:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T20:14:24.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's 1 MARCH! third month of 2009. so quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caughty &lt;strong&gt;Marley &amp; Me &lt;/strong&gt;on friday! all the way at &lt;strong&gt;Jurong Point&lt;/strong&gt;. haha! anyway it was a good show. could hear people sniffling toward the end of it. heh. explored the gigantic mall afterward. it's really gigantic man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh lim &amp; i bought new shoes! i got the white, she got the black. 27% discount. good buy good buy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caught &lt;strong&gt;He's Just Not That Into You&lt;/strong&gt; at &lt;strong&gt;Tiong Bahru Plaza &lt;/strong&gt;ystd. a lot of travelling the past two days. haha. the show was kinda dull man. for all the hype about its A-Listers, i expected sth more. cheh. anyway i got myself a nice purple top. (: happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;results rumoured to be out this coming friday. gosh. so not mentally prepared. yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If it's meant to be, it's meant to be. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-7387900047373228785?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/7387900047373228785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=7387900047373228785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/7387900047373228785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/7387900047373228785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-1-march-third-month-of-2009.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-3661219897991203332</id><published>2009-02-22T13:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T13:40:51.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's finally raining! a sight to behold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week was pretty okay. other than the &lt;strong&gt;stupid&lt;/strong&gt; problem with my Piano Diploma exam ystd, i would say it was just fine and dandy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;birthday surprise for both &lt;strong&gt;Rachel and Josephine &lt;/strong&gt;last night! lotsa fun. sherman and i kept shuttling from &lt;em&gt;TM to Cent Sq to TM to Cent Sq &lt;/em&gt;when trying to get the stuffs. hah. pizza and mahjong at Rach's place. and i introduced &lt;strong&gt;Tetris Friends&lt;/strong&gt; to them! hahaha. madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, some people can be &lt;strong&gt;suchhhhhh&lt;/strong&gt; hypocrites. BUT i shan't waste my energy typing about it. shouldn't glorify them! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can't be friends with &lt;em&gt;everyone&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And you can't possibly get along with &lt;em&gt;everyone&lt;/em&gt; either.&lt;br /&gt;Fact of life. Accept it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-3661219897991203332?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/3661219897991203332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=3661219897991203332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/3661219897991203332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/3661219897991203332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-finally-raining-sight-to-behold.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-2299140332529708429</id><published>2009-02-13T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T22:50:25.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been a good week! little tired, but still good. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;benjamin button-ed with lim &amp; peh earlier. great show! you should go catch it too. so interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out with them tmr again. threesome party. :D probably gonna meet the class too. yeap yeap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a quote from the movie: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can be as mad as a mad dog at the way things went. &lt;br /&gt;You could swear, curse the fates. &lt;br /&gt;But when it comes to the end, you have to let go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holds a lot of meaning in it, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Valentine's Day! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-2299140332529708429?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/2299140332529708429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=2299140332529708429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/2299140332529708429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/2299140332529708429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-been-good-week-little-tired-but.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-5611140770272896180</id><published>2009-02-05T17:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T18:07:08.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i was playing mahjong on viwawa. (because i am so bloody bored) although my days of boredom will come to a halt very very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. i entered this room, and this.. really ANNOYING couple was in there. i'm assuming they're a &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; couple. &lt;strong&gt;throughout&lt;/strong&gt; the game they were exchanging sweet-nothings in the most ahlian &amp; ahbeng-ish kind of language you could POSSIBLY imagine. i was &lt;strong&gt;soo&lt;/strong&gt; irritated man. if it weren't for the penalty thingy i would've left immediately. jidangao. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. so. that's all. &lt;br /&gt;back to SAC tmr. qianwen's going back next week too! coolios. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wake up everyone. &lt;br /&gt;How can you sleep at a time like this?&lt;br /&gt;Unless the dreamer is the real you. &lt;br /&gt;Listen to your voice. &lt;br /&gt;The one that tells you to taste past the tip of your tongue. &lt;br /&gt;Leap and the net will appear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna wake before &lt;br /&gt;The dream is over. &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna make it mine. &lt;br /&gt;Yes I, I know it. &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna make it mine. &lt;br /&gt;Yes I'll make it all mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make It Mine - Jason Mraz &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-5611140770272896180?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/5611140770272896180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=5611140770272896180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/5611140770272896180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/5611140770272896180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-i-was-playing-mahjong-on-viwawa.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-1016375704662442860</id><published>2009-02-02T16:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T16:56:32.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its been a crazy weekend yar. lets start with saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Canossians United SK Quah Run for FUNd.&lt;/strong&gt; the 3 hours of running was soo tiring. i was not mentally prepared for that kind of intensity man. hahaha. but it was really fun at the same time. met our teachers, seniors, and.. olderrr seniors. heh heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SYayiIrp9KI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/RnrkTe63_yo/s1600-h/n1041668652_312046_4803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SYayiIrp9KI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/RnrkTe63_yo/s320/n1041668652_312046_4803.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298118311163851938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our team! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SYayiBE7UOI/AAAAAAAAAaI/jN3-vCQa-Nc/s1600-h/DSC00273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SYayiBE7UOI/AAAAAAAAAaI/jN3-vCQa-Nc/s320/DSC00273.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298118309122363618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Poh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SYayiKrbTbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/yaJEPngOba4/s1600-h/n590306421_2420305_8700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SYayiKrbTbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/yaJEPngOba4/s320/n590306421_2420305_8700.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298118311699762610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SYayh4Wf3NI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/GMrGU5GVz_E/s1600-h/DSC00268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SYayh4Wf3NI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/GMrGU5GVz_E/s320/DSC00268.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298118306780142802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SYayh2wuHSI/AAAAAAAAAZw/rdBHbKD2OmA/s1600-h/n685089131_1392092_906.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SYayh2wuHSI/AAAAAAAAAZw/rdBHbKD2OmA/s320/n685089131_1392092_906.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298118306353257762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was kinda interesting. met up with &lt;strong&gt;shuyun!&lt;/strong&gt; had lunch at &lt;em&gt;Royal Copenhagen &lt;/em&gt;at Taka. she's been wanting to bring me there since like, two years ago. haha! my pasta was NOT nice. way too salty man. oh, they put strawberries in the water jars! so cool, the water had the &lt;em&gt;strawberry fragrance&lt;/em&gt;. yum. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;down to HAJI LANE. was kinda disappointing though, cos most of the shops were closed. met nadia there! she was working at one of the shops. haha, coincidence. afterward, slacked at TCC and talked, thinking of places to go next. then we bus-ed down to KATONG! had our eyebrows threaded. HAHAHA. boredom. visited &lt;strong&gt;jane&lt;/strong&gt; at katongmall. slacked again, for quite a while actually. before finally deciding on going back to shuyun's place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GUITAR SESSION! :D &lt;/strong&gt;fun fun fun! and we laughed at ppl over fb and friendster. HAHAHA. sounds evil huh, but it was freaking hilarious man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORE PICTURES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SYa0XEs0MpI/AAAAAAAAAag/XbCHLPYt66U/s1600-h/n668837809_1337974_4912.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SYa0XEs0MpI/AAAAAAAAAag/XbCHLPYt66U/s320/n668837809_1337974_4912.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298120320139670162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SYa0W8atWuI/AAAAAAAAAaY/fxSqKOFzntk/s1600-h/n668837809_1337971_3952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SYa0W8atWuI/AAAAAAAAAaY/fxSqKOFzntk/s320/n668837809_1337971_3952.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298120317916240610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SYa0XJoI7YI/AAAAAAAAAao/Wrj6ClWV-kU/s1600-h/n668837809_1337983_8419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SYa0XJoI7YI/AAAAAAAAAao/Wrj6ClWV-kU/s320/n668837809_1337983_8419.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298120321462234498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;olden-day phone at one of the shops at Haji Lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SYa0XKeH73I/AAAAAAAAAaw/6fmeuloj1Ac/s1600-h/n668837809_1337984_8746.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SYa0XKeH73I/AAAAAAAAAaw/6fmeuloj1Ac/s320/n668837809_1337984_8746.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298120321688661874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SYa0XWESuwI/AAAAAAAAAa4/xgkYwtaCxL8/s1600-h/n668837809_1337986_9389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SYa0XWESuwI/AAAAAAAAAa4/xgkYwtaCxL8/s320/n668837809_1337986_9389.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298120324801542914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SYa03AmvNRI/AAAAAAAAAbA/P58FZhbnGSk/s1600-h/n668837809_1337987_9708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 204px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SYa03AmvNRI/AAAAAAAAAbA/P58FZhbnGSk/s320/n668837809_1337987_9708.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298120868796249362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER AT ASTON'S WITH CLASSMATES LATERRRR. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-1016375704662442860?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/1016375704662442860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=1016375704662442860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/1016375704662442860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/1016375704662442860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-been-crazy-weekend-yar.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SYayiIrp9KI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/RnrkTe63_yo/s72-c/n1041668652_312046_4803.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13817866.post-2309597683206016887</id><published>2009-01-29T01:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T02:16:56.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so..Chinese New Year celebrations are over. kinda. this year's was kinda..boring. the mood just dwindles year by year. family politics on the other hand, never fail to 'entertain'. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo. &lt;strong&gt;jo shilin sherman jas miaoying and i &lt;/strong&gt;went over to rachel's on the second night! asher came by for just a bit. jojo looked so different! so dainty. haha! anw, played mahjong with jo sherman and rachel. that mr wee ate up all our money! he has really good luck with mahjong man. pei fu pei fu. had dinner, some more mahjong. ltr on was blackjack and inbetween. which turned out to be quite an interesting game, despite my losses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SYCc-MHofdI/AAAAAAAAAZI/iYDW75GOTeU/s1600-h/n727020073_5726294_559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SYCc-MHofdI/AAAAAAAAAZI/iYDW75GOTeU/s320/n727020073_5726294_559.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296405754006765010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this picture's damn funny. jas set the cam on timer, and she ran over to miao and said "ehhh taking alr taking alr". then the 4 at the table turned, smiled, then resumed our conversation like there wasn't any interruption at all. which explains mine and jo's semi-forced expressions. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SYCd1SgeF5I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/5TAwpYLNkrw/s1600-h/n727020073_5726296_886.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SYCd1SgeF5I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/5TAwpYLNkrw/s320/n727020073_5726296_886.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296406700614358930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SYCc9VLTyDI/AAAAAAAAAYo/Ib3Ll8_dAZ0/s1600-h/n727020073_5726279_5157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SYCc9VLTyDI/AAAAAAAAAYo/Ib3Ll8_dAZ0/s320/n727020073_5726279_5157.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296405739258234930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stress stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SYCc9kX0v5I/AAAAAAAAAZA/FGmH2XGMOm0/s1600-h/n727020073_5726290_9173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SYCc9kX0v5I/AAAAAAAAAZA/FGmH2XGMOm0/s320/n727020073_5726290_9173.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296405743337258898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SYCc9oEFiYI/AAAAAAAAAY4/byqnEHwpdxw/s1600-h/n727020073_5726287_8180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SYCc9oEFiYI/AAAAAAAAAY4/byqnEHwpdxw/s320/n727020073_5726287_8180.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296405744328214914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SYCc9aYUdMI/AAAAAAAAAYw/KKzOYELsugg/s1600-h/n727020073_5726285_7073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SYCc9aYUdMI/AAAAAAAAAYw/KKzOYELsugg/s320/n727020073_5726285_7073.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296405740654982338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SYCd1-Y8ANI/AAAAAAAAAZo/UVKWQEos3fE/s1600-h/n727020073_5726301_2726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SYCd1-Y8ANI/AAAAAAAAAZo/UVKWQEos3fE/s320/n727020073_5726301_2726.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296406712393924818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must be a very good tile man. even my eyes are glowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SYCd1kDWosI/AAAAAAAAAZY/wvl_97ject4/s1600-h/n727020073_5726306_4688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SYCd1kDWosI/AAAAAAAAAZY/wvl_97ject4/s320/n727020073_5726306_4688.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296406705324073666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miaoying was very bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SYCd14L9HOI/AAAAAAAAAZg/7vkrRsfY7Z0/s1600-h/n727020073_5726314_7616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SYCd14L9HOI/AAAAAAAAAZg/7vkrRsfY7Z0/s320/n727020073_5726314_7616.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296406710728858850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, cny was okay. thank god for our little gathering at rach's. otherwise i'd be super bummed out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY FRIENDS. :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and someone just called me a &lt;strong&gt;VERY GOOD LISTENER&lt;/strong&gt;! so happy. i think i'm a much better listener than i am an &lt;em&gt;'advice-giver'&lt;/em&gt;. maybe i should start a profession! like, a psychiatrist who doesn't talk. patients just come and talk about their problems, and i just sit there and.. listen. HAHA. okay i'm going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;anyway, things'll turn out fine bro. just don't lose sight of what's important to you, &amp; keep faith in the things you believe in. God will make a way. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JO! LETS WATCH BRIDE WARS. (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-2309597683206016887?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/2309597683206016887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=2309597683206016887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/2309597683206016887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/2309597683206016887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2009/01/so.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SYCc-MHofdI/AAAAAAAAAZI/iYDW75GOTeU/s72-c/n727020073_5726294_559.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13817866.post-8097024667601533410</id><published>2009-01-23T02:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T02:54:04.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday was &lt;strong&gt;SHERMAN'S big 19th&lt;/strong&gt;! old man alr. hahaha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dinner at&lt;strong&gt; MOF&lt;/strong&gt;! food's not bad. and the place was kinda cool too. or maybe it's just cos we were seated at the balcony area. heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although, their &lt;em&gt;dessert chef &lt;/em&gt;should really learn to have more guts when asking for a girl's number. instead of passing the job to the poor waitress who looked so scared like i was gonna eat her up. HAHAHA. funny shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed to &lt;strong&gt;clarke quay&lt;/strong&gt;! walked around, took some pics, then off to &lt;strong&gt;boat quay&lt;/strong&gt;! but still couldn't find a nice place to settle. ended up walking to &lt;strong&gt;TIMBRE&lt;/strong&gt;. :D had some drinks, talked, took more pics, listened to the mediocre band playing. mwaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICTURES! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SXi67X4ULFI/AAAAAAAAAWw/iJUuwbXxh5M/s1600-h/DSCF6637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SXi67X4ULFI/AAAAAAAAAWw/iJUuwbXxh5M/s320/DSCF6637.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294186891159284818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SXi67gMLzEI/AAAAAAAAAW4/uZVS8FNGco8/s1600-h/n1271943964_30124386_868.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SXi67gMLzEI/AAAAAAAAAW4/uZVS8FNGco8/s320/n1271943964_30124386_868.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294186893390105666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SXi68GC6OpI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Zr5BbW2oSys/s1600-h/n1271943964_30124390_2223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SXi8NPXPdCI/AAAAAAAAAXo/gx64wW3H1mE/s320/n1271943964_30124432_8211.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294188297622352930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-8097024667601533410?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/8097024667601533410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=8097024667601533410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/8097024667601533410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/8097024667601533410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2009/01/yesterday-was-shermans-big-19th-old-man.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SXi67X4ULFI/AAAAAAAAAWw/iJUuwbXxh5M/s72-c/DSCF6637.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13817866.post-6537685646128787761</id><published>2009-01-20T14:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T15:13:30.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>random comment. the girl from Paramore is kinda good. her live performance surprised me. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. the melody to this song's quite boring, but the lyrics are nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#FF0066&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Saw you from a distance.&lt;br /&gt;Saw you from the stage.&lt;br /&gt;Something about the look in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Something about your beautiful face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a sea of people,&lt;br /&gt;There is only you.&lt;br /&gt;I never knew what the song was about,&lt;br /&gt;But suddenly now I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to reach out to you, touch my hand.&lt;br /&gt;Reach out as far as you can.&lt;br /&gt;Only me, only you, and the band.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to reach out to you, touch my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't let the music stop.&lt;br /&gt;Can't let this feeling end.&lt;br /&gt;Cause if I do it'll all be over,&lt;br /&gt;I'll never see you again.&lt;br /&gt;Can't let the music stop.&lt;br /&gt;Until I touch your hand.&lt;br /&gt;Cause if I do it'll all be over, &lt;br /&gt;I'll never get the chance again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch My Hand - David Archuleta&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-6537685646128787761?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/6537685646128787761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=6537685646128787761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/6537685646128787761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/6537685646128787761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2009/01/random-comment.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-5976076695840232163</id><published>2009-01-15T00:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T16:53:34.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just read through ALL my posts. which date back all the way to &lt;strong&gt;7th December 2005&lt;/strong&gt;. that's &lt;strong&gt;FOUR&lt;/strong&gt; years ago! my first post was after i came back from Prague with the Choir. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excerpts : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"i miss prague! i miss the weather; i miss the food (although it's expensive); i miss singing at the top of our lungs evry night as we all walked back to our hotel; i miss hanging out with my darling choir members, crapping, gossipping; i miss screaming with the rest when our GOLD award was announced, even though it lasted for just that moment..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To SAC Choir, Thank you for playing such a vital role in spicing up my life in SAC, for all the tears, laughter and fun we shared together..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not forgetting, our most beloved Mr Toh. For making the trip much more livelier with his humour; for teaching us so many meaningful life lessons amidst the scoldings; for helping us understand the meaning of&lt;strong&gt; working for something you really want&lt;/strong&gt;; for inspiring us with his passion; for being so patient with us; and for his unending love and care for us. Love to all who's a part of SAC CHOIR. We did it."&lt;/i&gt; &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;U&gt;LAST DAY OF SCHOOL IN SAC&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"his last line was &lt;strong&gt;"Thank you girls, for the last time". SO SAD RIGHT&lt;/strong&gt;. yeah. it didnt really hit me that it was the last day of school until he said what he said. ): sob sob. i'll miss mr chan. AND his cerebral phrases. &lt;em&gt;(operation merlion! HAHA)..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"bio tutorial was sooo haywire! lol. everyone's minds were like floating... floating.. jeanette &amp; i were obssessed with ghosts coming through the door. HAHAHA... " &lt;b&gt;(i can't remember what that was about. can you, birdie??)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"jeanette lorraine jane yiling janice &amp; i went to the hall to play.. Captain's Ball. except we each had &lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt; goals. and no fixed goalie. haha. SOOOOOPER FUN, I TELL YOU. so &lt;strong&gt;intense, &lt;/strong&gt;so &lt;strong&gt;exciting, &lt;/strong&gt;so &lt;strong&gt;EXHAUSTING&lt;/strong&gt;. we all just collapsed on the floor after it all. haha, and jeanette and i suffered a lack of communication. DAMN SUPER FUNNY. hahahahah. :D :D :D"&lt;/I&gt; &lt;b&gt;(and again, memory lapse)&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and reading this one was so damn hilarious. &lt;a href="http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2006/04/eyecandy.html"&gt;DO TAKE A LOOK HERE!&lt;/a&gt; hahaha omg. i think maybe only some would understand why this is &lt;b&gt;so&lt;/b&gt; hilarious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYHOO. after all that reading, i realise most of my &lt;strong&gt;HAP-HAP-HAPPY-PY-PY &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(jo, cool not? haha)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; memories were created while in SAC. i can &lt;em&gt;honestly &lt;/em&gt;say, that i had the time of my life there. &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/13817866-5976076695840232163?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/5976076695840232163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=5976076695840232163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/5976076695840232163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/5976076695840232163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-just-read-through-all-my-posts.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-3154162294019571619</id><published>2009-01-14T00:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T00:44:12.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hurr. the only reason i'm blogging at 1224HRS is cos i am so very boreddd. poo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT ON A LIGHTER NOTE. I HAD A GREAT DAY TODAY. or rather, yesterday. YESTERDAY. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;badminton with &lt;strong&gt;jo sherman yingzhen shuli zhiguan huacai&lt;/strong&gt; was fun! fun fun. should do it more often. hahaha. headed home, showered, and out again to meet &lt;strong&gt;birdie &amp; lorraine&lt;/strong&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met &lt;strong&gt;jielin&lt;/strong&gt; at the openhouse! haven't seen that woman for soo long man. explored the school a little, with lorraine's superb tour-guiding skills. MJ is seriously puny man. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo! we found what we were there to find! or rather, &lt;em&gt;they&lt;/em&gt; found it for me. and i had a very good view. in lorraine's words, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"first class view". &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;HAHA. funny shit. yes yes. so i was happy. :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went shopping with birdie afterward! got myself a blouse, a tee, and a dress, for cny. so now my pa can stop nagging at me to buy clothes for cny. hahaha. i think other dads would be telling their girls to &lt;em&gt;stop&lt;/em&gt; buying clothes ah. ohwell, this year dont really have the mood to buy clothes for cny. mwaha. but i finally did. so yup. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy-py-py.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-3154162294019571619?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/3154162294019571619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=3154162294019571619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/3154162294019571619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/3154162294019571619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2009/01/hurr.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-4089769556476516420</id><published>2009-01-12T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T23:17:16.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>met &lt;strong&gt;jo&lt;/strong&gt; in the morning for breakfast! washed the photos, booked the court. the stupid library didn't have the book! some nehneh borrowed it already. chickenface. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos! went back to sac today! the guard was quite annoying. hmph. but i dont care. congratulations to &lt;strong&gt;ms loopeiyi&lt;/strong&gt;! and &lt;strong&gt;janna &lt;/strong&gt;too! silly girl crying for dunno what. hahaha. good job good job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BADMINTON WITH THE CLASS TMR! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after that..... HEEHEEHEEEEEE. hopefully i will be happiER tmr. :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ohmygawdthisishilarious.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-4089769556476516420?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/4089769556476516420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=4089769556476516420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/4089769556476516420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/4089769556476516420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2009/01/met-jo-in-morning-for-breakfast-washed.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-6949797359342566405</id><published>2009-01-11T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T17:41:34.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg BIRDIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eyecandy is from your school! how amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;i feel like such a stalker. this is what happens when you have way too much time on your hands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-6949797359342566405?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/6949797359342566405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=6949797359342566405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/6949797359342566405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/6949797359342566405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2009/01/omg-birdie.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-3733643627572107083</id><published>2009-01-10T00:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T00:54:10.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lala. did a BIT of spring cleaning today. rearranged my files, cleaned my desk, threw out some stuff. looks neater now. hurrr sometimes i can't stand the small-ness of my room! but ohwell. it's cosy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mass today was.. really long. haha! cos they had the Investiture for the new altar servers. so freaking many? probably close to 80 la. gosh. but quite cool. &lt;br /&gt;the smaller boys are so cute! there was this little one, fat fat, wear specs, trudging up to the altar. hahaha. felt like pinching his cheeks. OH and there was this young boy who resembled the actor who played the Jap guy in Little Nyonya! i've been seeing him almost every week for like the past.. 5 or 6 years, only today i saw the resemblance. haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went shopping at parkway afterward. bought 2 pairs of pants after trying on so many. i'm so sick of people telling me i'm skinny. YES i know it myself helloo i'm not blind. and it's not like i'm eating very little. i just finished a whole pack of potato chips just now while watching SCREAM2. not scary la pls. hmm, maybe i should go see a doctor. put me on a 'weight-&lt;em&gt;gain&lt;/em&gt;' diet. or see if there're worms in my intestines or stomach. HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanno, i haven't had 'eyecandy' for quite a looong while. and now i realise, eyecandies can be &lt;em&gt;realllly &lt;/em&gt;distracting sometimes. HOHO.&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/13817866-3733643627572107083?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/3733643627572107083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=3733643627572107083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/3733643627572107083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/3733643627572107083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2009/01/lala.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-1139711236021233167</id><published>2009-01-09T23:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T23:51:08.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is a good day. hee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;birdie came over today for a while. slept like a pig.  tsk tsk. then met lorrlorr for dinner. they bought their stuffs, walked around, sat at mac's and talked a lot. good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna join birdie &amp; lorrlorr in february! :D until then i have some stuffs i need to get done: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i need to get new clothes. &lt;br /&gt;2. i need to start exercising. &lt;br /&gt;3. i need to start reading! &lt;br /&gt;4. i need to do up my Program Notes &amp; practice my pieces before i get too busy with work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think at one point or another, everyone can relate to this song. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel like a candle in a hurricane&lt;br /&gt;Just like a picture with a broken frame&lt;br /&gt;Alone and helpless&lt;br /&gt;Like you've lost your fight&lt;br /&gt;But you'll be alright, you'll be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause when push comes to shove&lt;br /&gt;You taste what you're made of&lt;br /&gt;You might bend, till you break&lt;br /&gt;Cause its all you can take&lt;br /&gt;On your knees You look up&lt;br /&gt;Decide you've had enough&lt;br /&gt;You get mad You get strong&lt;br /&gt;Wipe your hands Shake it off&lt;br /&gt;Then you Stand, Then you Stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand - Rascal Flatts &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-1139711236021233167?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/1139711236021233167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=1139711236021233167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/1139711236021233167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/1139711236021233167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-is-good-day.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-7983887610237720064</id><published>2009-01-06T17:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T18:06:58.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*breathes in deeply*&lt;br /&gt;okay. i'm done with all that. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;party last night was great! &lt;strong&gt;gv sha hani &lt;/strong&gt;and i managed to start a fire! with the help of a random stranger walking a dog. hahaha. &lt;strong&gt;ryan&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; &lt;strong&gt;sean&lt;/strong&gt; came. then &lt;strong&gt;anil&lt;/strong&gt;. then &lt;strong&gt;calvin.&lt;/strong&gt; food was good, company was &lt;em&gt;amazing&lt;/em&gt;. need i say more? (: i hope calvin and anil enjoyed their send-off party. lala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my friends. they're the dearest things i have. thank God for them all. &lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thank God for the new opening. (: (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-7983887610237720064?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/7983887610237720064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=7983887610237720064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/7983887610237720064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/7983887610237720064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2009/01/breathes-in-deeply-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-1642172468881894674</id><published>2009-01-04T01:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T02:12:24.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've TRIED my &lt;strong&gt;best&lt;/strong&gt; to be nice,&lt;br /&gt;to be &lt;em&gt;"THE BIGGER PERSON". &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really, really have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't &lt;strong&gt;need &lt;/strong&gt;to, but i did it for &lt;em&gt;your &lt;/em&gt;sake, and for my friends'. &lt;br /&gt;i did it so i could have peace, so &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; could hopefully have peace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now you're trying to turn it into something else? &lt;br /&gt;thank you for showing me your true colours. &lt;br /&gt;now i know i didn't make a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, you just took things to a &lt;em&gt;whole new level&lt;/em&gt;, my friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.&lt;br /&gt;once you're whisked away to the greens, i sincerely wish you all the best, in the &lt;em&gt;worst&lt;/em&gt; situations you can ever dream of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-1642172468881894674?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/1642172468881894674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=1642172468881894674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/1642172468881894674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/1642172468881894674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-know-what.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-5711288654710134804</id><published>2009-01-02T22:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T22:44:02.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have many things to say.&lt;br /&gt;i have many comments to make.&lt;br /&gt;i have many opinions which may not sit well with some.&lt;br /&gt;i have many thoughts that are not very.. delightful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i decided, why bother? not everyone knows basic courtesy sometimes. and though things may end up being under-appreciated, i will do what i think is right, polite, and what makes me (and my friends) feel good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the new year. &lt;br /&gt;shan't stain it with ugliness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-5711288654710134804?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/5711288654710134804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=5711288654710134804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/5711288654710134804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/5711288654710134804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-have-many-things-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-2903129817354391814</id><published>2009-01-01T17:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T17:39:38.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY NOO YEAR EVERYBODAE! ((:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a colddddd. baa. what a way to usher in the newyear. haiyer. ohwells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fireworks were pretty cool. the people around us were not. that's all i'm saying. aha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner at BillyBomber's later with papa's friend's family. and we're gonna take the TRAIN to tamp cos parking's quite a torture at tm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO MORE STUDENT RATES!&lt;br /&gt;NO MORE *BEEP&lt;em&gt;BEEP&lt;/em&gt;*, IT'S JUST GONNA BE &lt;strong&gt;*BEEP*. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna miss you, &lt;strong&gt;BEEP no. 2.&lt;/strong&gt; see you in the next life okay. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to start work. wheeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-2903129817354391814?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/2903129817354391814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=2903129817354391814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/2903129817354391814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/2903129817354391814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-noo-year-everybodae-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-8120547040011279461</id><published>2008-12-29T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T23:10:27.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>new addition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid.&lt;br /&gt;I've taken my beating.&lt;br /&gt;I've shared what I made. &lt;br /&gt;I'm strong on the surface,&lt;br /&gt;Not all the way through. &lt;br /&gt;I've never been perfect,&lt;br /&gt;But neither have you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're asking me, I want you to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my time comes, &lt;br /&gt;Forget the wrong that I've done. &lt;br /&gt;Help me leave behind some reasons to be missed. &lt;br /&gt;Don't resent me, &lt;br /&gt;And when you're feeling empty.&lt;br /&gt;Keep me in your memory, &lt;br /&gt;Leave out all the rest. &lt;br /&gt;Leave out all the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave Out All The Rest - Linkin Park&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-8120547040011279461?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/8120547040011279461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=8120547040011279461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/8120547040011279461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/8120547040011279461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-addition.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-7995014627623835595</id><published>2008-12-28T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T21:48:06.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today started out pretty lame. my sandal strap gave way while i was halfway through my walk to eastpoint. so i had to walk alllll the way home to change. irritating. then our job hunt ended in like 3mins. again, &lt;em&gt;slightly &lt;/em&gt;irritating. then during brunch this stupid woman kicked my chair. &lt;strong&gt;TWICE.&lt;/strong&gt; without even turning her head the &lt;em&gt;slightest bit &lt;/em&gt;to acknowledge that she interrupted someone's meal. she just WALKED ON, and made a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'ssss'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; sound. really, it's the &lt;strong&gt;first&lt;/strong&gt; time i've seen such a reaction. i think a normal person would've at least turned around and like maybe give me a look like &lt;em&gt;"push in your stupid chair" &lt;/em&gt;or sth. i dont even know to be mad or to be... madly confused. but it was &lt;strong&gt;very &lt;/strong&gt;irritating. and shuyun had a pretty funny expression on her face. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i realised her daughter is a junior from sac. the world is seriously shrinking. either that or i'm just getting increasingly suay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo. went home, slacked a bit, went off to meet sean ryan calvin again. Mind Cafe @ Tamp Safra. i think the other outlets are slightly better la, although this one's newer. taboo is VERY FUN. i wouldn't mind buying the game la. but i dont have huge grps of ppl over my house very often so no point buying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took a &lt;em&gt;VERY&lt;/em&gt; long walk to calvin's house afterward. went to &lt;em&gt;three&lt;/em&gt; supermarkets to look for some cream ryan needed for carbonara. couldn't find la, so ended up having normal pasta. not bad not bad. too much spaghetti in the end, but calvin ate up my leftovers so not bad not bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND WE FOUND OUT A CERTAIN SOMEONE DOES NOT KNOW HOW TO PLAY SOLITAIRE ON THE COMP. "WHAT'S THE FOUR SPACES THERE FOR AH?" HAHAHAHHAHA. I KEPT LAUGHING AND LAUGHING AND LAUGHING MAN. sorry ah buddy, not to be mean, but its really very hilarious! i have never met someone who does not know how to play solitaire. hahahaa.&lt;/strong&gt; gosh. i'll keep your identity a secret, don't worry. i'm the best.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched a few funny vids on youtube. hard gay is soo funny. like, annoyingly funny. haha. and watched Russell Peters too! omg laughed like &lt;strong&gt;crap! &lt;/strong&gt;ryan even had tears flowing la. hahaha. craziest comedian man. gawd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movie with classmates tmr. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i am going to be a florist. mwaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-7995014627623835595?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/7995014627623835595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=7995014627623835595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/7995014627623835595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/7995014627623835595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2008/12/today-started-out-pretty-lame.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-5659136059493198846</id><published>2008-12-25T23:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T00:09:26.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner at aunt's ystd was nice. food was good. had a bit of carolling.. yeah that's all really. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midnight Mass at Sacred Heart was pretty cool. Father actually prepared a giant birthday cake, and had us sing&lt;em&gt; Happy Birthday &lt;/em&gt;to Jesus! and everyone got a slice of the cake too. it was a very nice surprise. haha. but i didn't like the cake. fruitcake. not my thing. aha. came home, opened presents, sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dinner with &lt;strong&gt;ryan calvin &amp; sean &lt;/strong&gt;earlier on, at &lt;strong&gt;timbre&lt;/strong&gt;. pretty place. had some pizzas and a few drinks. and we played number games to keep ourselves entertained. haha. sean got too excited and knocked over his beer ONTO the pizza. tsktsktsk. luckily we ordered two ah. but i'm still hungry though. wasn't very filling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waited really long for the band to start. so the boys decided that we should go. then after 10mins we heard the band playing. so we walked back. haha. they're pretty good. it made me a little bit emo afterward though. &lt;em&gt;pfft.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna have a party. or attend a party. whichever. &lt;br /&gt;i need some fun. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SVOwG0tK1uI/AAAAAAAAAWI/dA4k5QKXBxQ/s1600-h/DSC00264_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SVOwG0tK1uI/AAAAAAAAAWI/dA4k5QKXBxQ/s320/DSC00264_1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283760419109525218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-5659136059493198846?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/5659136059493198846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=5659136059493198846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/5659136059493198846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/5659136059493198846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-dinner-at-aunts-ystd.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SVOwG0tK1uI/AAAAAAAAAWI/dA4k5QKXBxQ/s72-c/DSC00264_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13817866.post-5292724452391063040</id><published>2008-12-23T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T02:28:59.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lalala. met jeanette in the aftnn for lunchie. and she couldn't buy her shorts, sad day for her. mwaha. did some last minute christmas shopping. mmhmm, and the world shrank today. again! exciting stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos! i just got back from Christmas Buffet Dinner at Conrad Hotel with &lt;strong&gt;Shuyun Jane &amp; Cheryl! &lt;/strong&gt;:D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the variety wasn't a lot, but food was not too bad! i had turkey, chicken, prawn, fish, potato which i thought was freaking &lt;strong&gt;YUMMY&lt;/strong&gt;, duck, fried rice, prawn noodles, ice cream waffle, chocs, biscuits, gummies, kueh lapis, fruits! probably left out some more stuff la. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were some really weird tasting food though. like the chinese mushroom jelly. tastes and looks like &lt;em&gt;glue&lt;/em&gt; la. oh and the prawn noodle soup was really salty. for me, at least. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and our &lt;strong&gt;TEA&lt;/strong&gt;. hahaha. joke. i think we each drank at least 5 or 6 cups of tea. kept asking the waiters to refill our pots. then at the last round of refill, the lady decided to bring us &lt;em&gt;TWO &lt;/em&gt;pots of tea. filled to the brim. and guess what! we didn't even drink a sip of the two last pots. cos we were alr done with our food. hahaha. wasted all the tea. OHWELL. anyway we wasted a lot of gummies &amp; biscuits too la, so. heeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we exchanged gifts too! except for janeseahhuiling. who didn't get us anyth. HMPH. hahaha, nah. it's alright im just kiddin. (: after that we cam-whored a little. okay la, quite a lot. :D waiting for Shuyun to upload them so we can kope kope kope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO HAPPY. ((: basking in LOVE. from my darlings. whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some pics. just some. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SVEs5jAXvhI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/plPOWsTABJY/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SVEs5jAXvhI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/plPOWsTABJY/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283053205043265042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SVEs5vXGgaI/AAAAAAAAAVI/CaKQARpTGRo/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SVEs5vXGgaI/AAAAAAAAAVI/CaKQARpTGRo/s320/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283053208359829922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SVEs565p0HI/AAAAAAAAAVY/ZlN7ihXk7to/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SVEtjaPZWsI/AAAAAAAAAWA/AtVmbam4Q1I/s320/39.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283053924244871874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SVEtjGTHR2I/AAAAAAAAAV4/nuC1lBM1utU/s1600-h/36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SVEtjGTHR2I/AAAAAAAAAV4/nuC1lBM1utU/s320/36.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283053918891755362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giant christmas tree of teddy bears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SVEtjKWb9NI/AAAAAAAAAVw/qhqWqnN7-k8/s1600-h/34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SVEtjKWb9NI/AAAAAAAAAVw/qhqWqnN7-k8/s320/34.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283053919979435218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-5292724452391063040?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/5292724452391063040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=5292724452391063040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/5292724452391063040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/5292724452391063040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2008/12/lalala.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SVEs5jAXvhI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/plPOWsTABJY/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13817866.post-5553035975415355131</id><published>2008-12-19T22:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T23:51:56.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this week has been...... &lt;strong&gt;AWESOME!&lt;/strong&gt; i've been having fun every single day. think i probably broke my own personal record. mwaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets start with &lt;strong&gt;wednesday!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;SENTOSA with gv, sha, hani, ryan, calvin &amp; sean!&lt;/strong&gt; volleyball started out a bit of a disaster but it got much much better. and much much more fun too! hahaha. ryan &amp; sean were afraid to get their precious hair wet. vainpotssssss. anyway, i kept re-applying sunblock on my shoulders cos they were alr pretty black from the previous sentosa outing. but no use la. IT'S SO BLACK NOW. skin peeling a little too. ohwells. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a bit of reminiscing while we were there. those were the days... aha i sound old. anyway, after dinner sean cal &amp; i went over to ryan's place to MAHJONG. i was forced to play with REAL money. and it was a blessing in disguise because &lt;strong&gt;I WON! &lt;/strong&gt;hahahahaha. i won a few rounds, and won &lt;i&gt;big&lt;/i&gt; at one game too. so exciting. cal says it's beginner's luck. i think he's seasoned enough for me to believe him la. mwaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my best game ever :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SUu5Q0AxuHI/AAAAAAAAAVA/XGcj01YQ0Ss/s1600-h/DSC00263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SUu5Q0AxuHI/AAAAAAAAAVA/XGcj01YQ0Ss/s320/DSC00263.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281518686512986226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THURSDAY.&lt;/strong&gt; was supposed to meet &lt;strong&gt;shuyun&lt;/strong&gt; for a manicure but didn't in the end. (did it today) so she came over, &amp; we tried a DIY session. quite a failure la. haha. had a mini music session. seems like both of us still need a lot of practice with our guitars man. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met &lt;strong&gt;jo, sherman, rachel, yuheng &amp; miaoying &lt;/strong&gt;afterward for twilight. i thought the show was just okay, nth spectacular really. :l aston's for early dinner, &amp; secret recipe cakes for supper! we were like passing the plates around so everyone could have a taste of each cake. quite funny, yuheng said it was like some game show. haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i found out that my luck in mahjong can actually be efficiently passed on to ryanpang. via sms. how amazing is that? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TODAY. &lt;/strong&gt; met &lt;strong&gt;shuyun&lt;/strong&gt; again! had our nails done in the morning. now they're PURPLE! to match my christmas shoes. hahaha. quite an experience. headed to Plaza Sing to catch shuyun's Mr Nathan Hartono in action BUT he wasn't there. poor little shuyoon. haha. went on to do my christmas shopping, quite a success i must say. and shuyun got her shoes too! goodjobgoodjob. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movie marathon at &lt;strong&gt;rachel's&lt;/strong&gt; tmr! yayyy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PICTURES OF SENTOSA! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SUu4B3AUoJI/AAAAAAAAAUg/dTBRoaeB16s/s1600-h/DSC00256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SUu4B3AUoJI/AAAAAAAAAUg/dTBRoaeB16s/s320/DSC00256.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281517330106720402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SUu4CRl49BI/AAAAAAAAAUo/u4flz8oxKXI/s1600-h/DSC00257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SUu4CRl49BI/AAAAAAAAAUo/u4flz8oxKXI/s320/DSC00257.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281517337243612178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SUu4CokmRBI/AAAAAAAAAUw/JXsmOAZP3FY/s1600-h/DSC00260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SUu4CokmRBI/AAAAAAAAAUw/JXsmOAZP3FY/s320/DSC00260.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281517343412208658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SUu4DMbUt4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/2Ds63W_E8ew/s1600-h/DSC00262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SUu4DMbUt4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/2Ds63W_E8ew/s320/DSC00262.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281517353036986242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this picture's on my phone's wallpaper. and i smile everytime i see it. cos this is like &lt;strong&gt;the ONE AND ONLY PICTURE with EVERYONE of us in it! ((:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-5553035975415355131?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/5553035975415355131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=5553035975415355131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/5553035975415355131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/5553035975415355131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-week-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SUu5Q0AxuHI/AAAAAAAAAVA/XGcj01YQ0Ss/s72-c/DSC00263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13817866.post-1262479044100853106</id><published>2008-12-16T21:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T21:38:46.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;I LOVE MY GUITAR. (:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;practiced much today, while waiting for my cookies to bake. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I LOVE MY GUITAR! (:&lt;/B&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-1262479044100853106?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/1262479044100853106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=1262479044100853106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/1262479044100853106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/1262479044100853106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-love-my-guitar.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-6629784635129543886</id><published>2008-12-15T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T22:36:56.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woots. today was a very fruitful day indeed. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeanettelim came over to play HOTEL626! omg. hahaha. i think there was more laughing than screaming? damn funny. the only stage we couldn't get past was the one with the stupid baby. and we spent so much time on this stage and the one with the madman, that after a while we weren't that scared of the graphics anymore! hahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder who was the fella who invented the game. a litttttle bit sadistic ah. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went shopping! a very good harvest. hahaha. got myself a nice blouse &amp; a belt to go with, and a new pair of shoes! :D ahlim had a very good harvest too! 'cept maybe for the shoes. anyhoo, &lt;strong&gt;kudos to us!&lt;/strong&gt; hee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND i get to pocket 200buckaroos from moe! not until next january la. sian. patience, patience.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just tried on my new blouse with a random pair of warmers. looks pretty nice! woots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT'S A GOOD DAY TODAY. (: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may there be many more good days to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-6629784635129543886?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/6629784635129543886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=6629784635129543886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/6629784635129543886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/6629784635129543886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2008/12/woots.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-6837716740955375251</id><published>2008-12-12T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:50:37.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sand-tor-sah&lt;/em&gt; today was a blast! although some people pangseh-ed, &lt;strong&gt;jeanette lorraine agnes &amp; i &lt;/strong&gt;still had fun! yay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were quite suaku ah. didn't know Siloso Beach was un-usable for today. went back &amp; forth, &amp; finally ended up at a nice spot at PALAWAN BEACH! (: started with some volleyball. i'm getting the hang of it. soo fun. there was this bunch of soccer girls frm queensway sec beside us, playing with this.. big &amp; light UFO thingy. and they were screaming and screaming. hahaha, quite a sight to watch. people were like looking at them &amp; laughing. including me. and jeanette. and lorraine and agnes. aiya all FOUR of us la. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then they asked to join us for volleyball! and that was pretty hilarious too. this particular girl was damn blardy funny. kept laughing at her funniness man. very sporting ppl, they gladly did their forfeit after losing to us! haha. after a while, we asked to play with the giant UFO thingy. HAHA! so it was our turn to be laughed at. but it was really &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; fun man. you throw the thing &amp; it &lt;em&gt;floats and floats and floats &lt;/em&gt;in the air. so all of us would be running under it, trying to catch it, obviously looking like a bunch of idiots. but who cares. it's &lt;strong&gt;sentosa!&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's actually quite tiring leh. i think cos of the screaming la. lol. then they taught some of us how to play soccer for a bit. aft that the girls even asked for our emails. haha. so friendly. (: anyhoo, lorraine &amp; agnes took off early for their oh-so-enjoyable-work. haha. limlim and i stayed around for a while. and gossipped! no la. we were &lt;em&gt;discussing&lt;/em&gt; about other people's lives. (: people-watching can be pretty interesting too you know. kaypoh kaypoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a pretty dark tanline now. and i'm gonna visit sentosa again next wed? hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEEEEEE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-6837716740955375251?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/6837716740955375251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=6837716740955375251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/6837716740955375251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/6837716740955375251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2008/12/wheeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-4954603276699035369</id><published>2008-12-10T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:31:46.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO. im in a better mood todayyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;changing your email is so hilarious. you 're-unite' with ppl whom you would OTHERWISE never talk to at all. and it turns out to be a great way to kill time, and talk crap. mwaahaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo. HONGKONG was quite fun. didnt get to shop as much as i wanted to, cos the clothes were mostly cold wear. but i still managed to get some pretty nice stuff. and a nice bag too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we went to the wax museum. which was really cool! i took pictures with Jackie Chan, Johnny Depp, Michael Jackson &amp; LEE KUAN YEW. i think his was one of the most real. but im too lazy to upload the pictures. maybe on friendster. or facebook. when i'm in the mood. or you can come to my house, i show you the developed pictures. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was looking out the plane on the flight there, and the clouds were all fluffy and white. if only i could stay there.. so serene, so peaceful. bounce around on the fluffs. HAHA. what a dreamer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with Shuyun today. got my heels! its &lt;strong&gt;PURPLE.&lt;/strong&gt; (: walked all over town la. haha. and got approached by irritating 'job-creation' or 'modelling-recruiting' people. hurr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid jeanette made me play this scary game. &amp; i got freaked out by the stupid ugly woman ghost! naughty jeanette. santa won't get you any presents this christmas! hahahah. kidding la. once you play with me santa will forgive you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;painting tmr at sherman's. hahaha. i hope i dont over-exert because there's SENTOSA on fridayyyyy. YAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-4954603276699035369?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/4954603276699035369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=4954603276699035369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/4954603276699035369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/4954603276699035369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-3803130721938781482</id><published>2008-12-09T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:44:34.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>inferiority is a form of evil. &lt;br /&gt;it eats at you, so slowly, you'd rather die,&lt;br /&gt;an instant painless death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently international borders aren't that helpful after all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;That I'm not a princess.&lt;br /&gt;This ain't a fairytale.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one you sweep off her feet,&lt;br /&gt;lead her up the stairwell.&lt;br /&gt;This ain't Hollywood, this is a small town.&lt;br /&gt;I was a dreamer before you went and let me down.&lt;br /&gt;Now its too late for you and your white horse to come around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White Horse - Taylor Swift&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-3803130721938781482?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/3803130721938781482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=3803130721938781482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/3803130721938781482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/3803130721938781482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2008/12/inferiority-is-form-of-evil.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-6776644950591580733</id><published>2008-12-03T15:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T19:57:27.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bahh. taking a break from packing. i'm borrreddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind Cafe with jo sherman &amp; shilin ystd was hilarious. Jo gets really funny panic attacks when playing Taboo! and we were quite annoyed with this worker at the Cafe. his explanations of the games are like lullabies to my ear. and he had a really weird accent which made it even worse. haha, and each time he left after explaining, 4 of us would be like: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*stare at the game*&lt;/em&gt; "ehh dont play la, lets go find another one." HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;oh &amp; we met some familiar faces there too. small world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was blog surfing earlier, and i heard this acoustic version of Chris Brown's Forever on so-and-so's blog. it's by this band called Boyce Avenue. i've never heard of them though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go listen &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pfsgXe24cqk"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt; you'll love it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't like the original cos of the beat. but now i'm hooked on this acoustic one! haha, looks like i'm back to my ballad-y self. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to my trip tmr. i don't know why i'm so anxious to leave this time round. maybe cos of all the happenings recently. :l i shall leave &lt;em&gt;allll &lt;/em&gt;the sadness &amp; anger &amp; frustrations at the entrance of the plane. no way are they following me to Hong Kong. nehneh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you think the lyrics are pretty? i do. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's you and me,&lt;br /&gt;Moving at the speed of light into eternity.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is the night,&lt;br /&gt;To join me in the middle of ecstasy.&lt;br /&gt;Feel the melody in the rhythm &lt;br /&gt;Of the music around you, around you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna take you there,&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna take you there.&lt;br /&gt;So don't be scared,&lt;br /&gt;I'm right here baby.&lt;br /&gt;We can go anywhere, go anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;But first it's your chance,&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's like I've waited my whole life,&lt;br /&gt;For this one night.&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be me you and the dance floor.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we've only got one night.&lt;br /&gt;Double your pleasure,&lt;br /&gt;Double your fun,&lt;br /&gt;And dance&lt;br /&gt;Forever..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever - Boyce Avenue (Cover)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PHOTOS FROM CHALET! (from sherman's blog)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/STZzBSysOpI/AAAAAAAAAUA/fDQ_eZ3YmTw/s1600-h/chalet3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/STZzBSysOpI/AAAAAAAAAUA/fDQ_eZ3YmTw/s320/chalet3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275530479572630162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/STZzBRkVvtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/owV4FYQplFI/s1600-h/chalet4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/STZzBRkVvtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/owV4FYQplFI/s320/chalet4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275530479244000978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAHJONG! see the booze? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/STZzBq8jOmI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/2hGzm8629C0/s1600-h/chalet.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/STZzBq8jOmI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/2hGzm8629C0/s320/chalet.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275530486056434274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/STZzBkDulTI/AAAAAAAAAUY/cyUQMoLBgbE/s1600-h/chalet2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/STZzBkDulTI/AAAAAAAAAUY/cyUQMoLBgbE/s320/chalet2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275530484207490354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sherman.. waddahell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-6776644950591580733?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/6776644950591580733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=6776644950591580733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/6776644950591580733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/6776644950591580733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2008/12/bahh.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/STZzBSysOpI/AAAAAAAAAUA/fDQ_eZ3YmTw/s72-c/chalet3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13817866.post-5847021451084841790</id><published>2008-12-02T00:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T00:26:15.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dumdeedum. nth much has been goin on lately. &lt;br /&gt;but! i finally booked us a table for Christmas Dinner at Conrad's. (: i shall skip breakfast &amp; lunch so i can eat more during the buffet dinner. hee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been playing Mahjong on viwawa. haha! but its get tiring after a while. staring at the comp. kinda fun though. heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know the romance between Ju Xiang &amp; that Jap guy on The Little Nyonya? i think it's so sweet. and i rarely ever think any kind of romance on Channel 8 is &lt;em&gt;sweet&lt;/em&gt; cos they're always so typical &amp; predictable. even this one la, actually. but it's really touching. up until the part where he leaves yar. ohwell. it's just a show. such things don't happen in real life. MOVING ON...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! anyone watches the show &lt;strong&gt;Reaper&lt;/strong&gt;? the more i watch, the more i think the lead actor's kinda cute man. &lt;em&gt;Bret Harrison.&lt;/em&gt; his name's quite cool too. BRET. i think if a s'porean boy had the name Bret, everyone would probably make fun of him. like, BREAD. aha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this week is everyone's Prom Week. i don't get why people are so shocked when i tell them i'm not going for Prom. even the hairstylist i went to today went "ah?? wei she me mei you qu Prom Night?!" so funny. i mean, sure.. it'd be nice to go, but it's not a big loss not to go righht. tsk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i'll be in &lt;strong&gt;HONGKONG&lt;/strong&gt; anywayy. shop my ass off. shall do my christmas shopping there too. maybe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mind cafe with the three tmr. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-5847021451084841790?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/5847021451084841790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=5847021451084841790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/5847021451084841790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/5847021451084841790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2008/12/dumdeedum.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-1510302469544156794</id><published>2008-11-26T23:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T23:41:37.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gosh. i can't believe i was actually at the airport today, waiting for that Raymond Lam guy to touchdown. my cousin's crazzzzzzzeeeeee over him, so she asked my mum to accompany her. and my mum asked me to accompany her. waited so long la. aiyo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;papa confirmed our HK trip today. 4th-8th Dec. (: i'm gonna shop shop shop! the last time i went to hongkong was more than a decade ago. exciting stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA PLAY MAHJONGGGGGGGGGGGG! now that i've learnt the proper game i must practice so i won't forget. who wants to play with me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh and i've got a job alr! (: (: (: i just hope it won't be too tough. heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-1510302469544156794?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/1510302469544156794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=1510302469544156794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/1510302469544156794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/1510302469544156794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2008/11/gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-1939513629946538277</id><published>2008-11-25T15:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T15:48:06.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just watched CINDERELLA on Youtube. hahaha. reliving my childhood. the mice are so funny. hee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's good for renewing one's belief in fairy tales.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-1939513629946538277?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/1939513629946538277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=1939513629946538277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/1939513629946538277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/1939513629946538277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-just-watched-cinderella-on-youtube.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-2871153646601720702</id><published>2008-11-25T13:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T14:15:54.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>chalet the past 2 days was kinda fun. (: blackjack with moneychips was madness, especially with jo around! she gets really scary when gambling, and its FAKE gambling. imagine if she's at the casino, she'll just get kicked out! hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jo sherman shilin and i choped the bed for the night. although i think we were only asleep for like 4 hours. cos we were fully aware of everyone's movement from 2AM to 7AM. mwaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I LEARNT HOW TO PLAY MAHJONG! like, &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; learn. all the 'tai' and blablabla. YAY. nyahaha. bbq was quite funny. we ate a few hotdogs, then the fire went out and alvin had to get it going again, with Mr. Max's help. haha. my eyepower wasn't helping so decided to go play MAHJONG. shermanwee had like 4 straight wins? tsk tsk tsk. good thing there was no money involved. and the fire grew bigger while we were playing. evidence that EYEPOWER = NO POWER. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, and i had my &lt;strong&gt;first&lt;/strong&gt; taste of alcohol! Bacardi Breezer. didn't drink a lot though. 4% alcohol and i mixed some of it with water. HAHA. but it was pretty nice. sherman grew super duper red can! so funny la. cracked everyone up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had 10hours of sleep last night. the longest since the holidays started. sounds retarded right. hahaha. been going out so much. this week is rest week. after tonight of course, dinner with the sacians. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="white"&gt;teach me to pretend. teach me how not to care. teach me to let go.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could,&lt;br /&gt;I would tell her&lt;br /&gt;Not to be afraid.&lt;br /&gt;The pain that she's feeling,&lt;br /&gt;The sense of loneliness will fade.&lt;br /&gt;So dry your tears and rest assured,&lt;br /&gt;Love will find you like before.&lt;br /&gt;When she's looking back at me,&lt;br /&gt;I know nothing really works,&lt;br /&gt;that easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl In The Mirror - Britney Spears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-2871153646601720702?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/2871153646601720702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=2871153646601720702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/2871153646601720702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/2871153646601720702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2008/11/chalet-past-2-days-was-kinda-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-8637720247338463421</id><published>2008-11-22T23:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T00:03:38.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aojhdoaiwqpujaoiwu319823738rhoae9r80w4r@($&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretend you didn't see that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hanging out at jane's house was pretty cool. taught cheryl how to play Bridge. the silly girl actually called HERSELF for her partner. made jane shuyun &amp; i so confused. haha. played a modified version of UGLYDOLL, and Jenga. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surfed the net for locations for our Christmas Dinner. (: looking forward to it. oh and we had a mini choir session while in the room. haha! brought back many memories. oh man i miss those days, so freaking much! i'd give ANYTHING to go back in time. seriously. ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rushed down to church, and i was probably like 5 seconds late cos when i entered they were only singing the first verse. phew! anyhoos, went shopping at Parkway after mass. got a pretty white dress, which made me quite happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, you &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; should be careful what you wish for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and people &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; shouldn't say things they f-ing don't mean, or &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ask&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for things they &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;don't&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; really want, so they don't waste &lt;em&gt;other's&lt;/em&gt; efforts or dupe them of a friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then insinuate that the &lt;em&gt;others&lt;/em&gt; are the bad guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-8637720247338463421?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/8637720247338463421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=8637720247338463421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/8637720247338463421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/8637720247338463421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2008/11/aojhdoaiwqpujaoiwu319823738rhoae9r80w4r.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-9198390659175606164</id><published>2008-11-21T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T00:04:23.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had fun today. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with &lt;strong&gt;shuyun jane &amp; cheryl&lt;/strong&gt;! had a great time shopping, sakae-ing &amp; gaming! heh. talked quite a lot over sakae, updates on each other's lives. and i think all our appetites grew smaller, compared to back in sec school. didn't really eat thaaat much, considering it's a buffet. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheryl had to leave halfway though. so the 3 of us headed to suntec, cos shuyun wanted to check out her prom dress, which she didn't buy in the end. so then we got bored. and decided to go to Mind Cafe! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took such a looong time to find that place la. we took the mrt from City Hall to Clarke Quay, only to realise that the Cafe was nearer to Raffles City! OKAY ANYWAY. so after a long walk we finally found the place at Boat Quay. played a few games, SLAMWICH, CODA, some wheel balancing game, another monkey balancing game, UNO STACKO, TICKET TO RIDE, UGLY DOLL! ticket to ride was cool, so was slamwich. but i tell youuuuu, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UGLY DOLL WAS THE CRAZIEST MAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! we were like yelling and yelling &lt;strong&gt;UGLY UGLY UGLY &lt;/strong&gt;until everyone around was staring at us. hahaha, but it was so blardy funny! hahaha, maybe i should buy the game. can play at parties &amp; gatherings! and get complaints from the neighbours. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so aft that we went to chill at starbucks, over at Raffles City. did a lot of walking today ah. haha. we continued our laughing marathon beside the touchy-feely couple. taking stupid videos, grilling JANE about.. something. (: heehee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr will be another mad day. over at Jane's place. &lt;strong&gt;ASTON'S&lt;/strong&gt; for brunch! &lt;em&gt;yay yay yay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i don't run out of energy for my Hong Kong trip man. i still have a chalet on sunday, monday, and gathering on tuesday. omigosh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-9198390659175606164?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/9198390659175606164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=9198390659175606164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/9198390659175606164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/9198390659175606164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-had-fun-today.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-1451024285524396462</id><published>2008-11-19T21:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T21:54:48.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so... A Levels are over. hmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know how you look forward to something, but when it finally arrives, it doesn't seem like that big a deal? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleah. maybe it's cause we all alr slackened a little before our final paper la huh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was pretty boring. but i packed up my room! now it's nice and neat and CLEAN. tossed out some stuff, rearranged my files. and my white board has some new pictures on it! so i'm happy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and my papa said we're going to HONGKONG for holiday! yayyyy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYHOOS. after paper ystd, met up with ryan genevieve sha calvin sean for a bit! turns out they're all going on holiday one after another. literally. so we hadta push our gathering to Christmas. baaha. reminisced a little over mac's breakfast. the stupid times we had together. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later in the day, sherman jo and i went to surprise SHILIN at her house! hahaha, quite funny. like, standing outside her door wondering if it's the right one. i think we probably looked like thieves on the security camera. thieves who were afraid of a MOTH. hahaha. so we watched her fix the puzzle, sherman played around with Mango, and off to town we went! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we bought Starbucks, cos we were sleeeeeepy. a little. and they were rather kind, cos they gave Jo some discount voucher thingy for missing her order. twice. haha. AND &lt;strong&gt;Madagascar 2&lt;/strong&gt; was pretty hilarious. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;baby alex is SO CUTE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! like just wanna hug him and squish him! :D dinner-ed at ThaiExpress. food's pretty good there. yumyum. (: &lt;br /&gt;walked, and talked and walked and talked. OH and we discovered this interesting book in Kinokuniya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did yiu know that MUSCLES DO &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; turn into FATS?&lt;br /&gt;did you know that yawning &lt;strong&gt;IS&lt;/strong&gt; in fact contagious? &lt;br /&gt;did you know that &lt;em&gt;menstrual cramps &lt;/em&gt;are caused by contractions of the uterus? &lt;br /&gt;did you know that the largest &lt;em&gt;testicle&lt;/em&gt; is &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;60CM IN DIAMETER?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAR. that's like, 3 TIMES my size! how does he even have... you know. ew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then we had nothinggg to do. and we didn't want to go home cos it was like.. not even 10pm. so we went to CLARKE QUAY! admired the ridiculously bright lights on the bridge, while telling shilin what &lt;em&gt;grinding&lt;/em&gt; is. among other stuff of course. (: oh and we saw the CLINIC. it was really really weird, seeing those people drink from the.. drip thingys. Jo even asked "huh so they must inject to drink ah?" hahaha. i dont understand why ppl would pay to simulate being in a HOSPITAL. it's like the most dreaded place to be, unless you're working there? oh the irony. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got tired of walking after a while. and all that cigarette smoke was making my eyes water. smokers should &lt;s&gt;die&lt;/s&gt; REALLY stop smoking. so we headed home! &lt;br /&gt;and on the MRT, this stupid couple came &amp; sat beside me after shilin left. thanks to sherman's friend, i was left sitting alone. and the &lt;strong&gt;stupid couple &lt;/strong&gt;was like &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;canoodling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; beside me &lt;em&gt;i swear i felt like pulling them apart and &lt;strong&gt;slaughter&lt;/strong&gt; them there and then.&lt;/em&gt; they dont even look 16! bish. go get a room la. nehneh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness my stop was next. so i didn't have to endure the two hornybirds any longer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT ASIDE i think i had a pretty gooooood day. with my gooooood friends! I LOVE YOU! if sherman is reading this i'm sure he'd go EWWW. HAHAHA. nvm, &lt;strong&gt;I LOVE SHILIN AND JOJO. :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meeting up with &lt;strong&gt;shuyun jane and cheryl &lt;/strong&gt;on friday for some shopping and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAKAE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (: like the good'ol days. &lt;br /&gt;and chalet on sunday. can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-1451024285524396462?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/1451024285524396462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=1451024285524396462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/1451024285524396462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/1451024285524396462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2008/11/so.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-7664168769224932871</id><published>2008-11-15T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T00:31:58.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;talking to jeanette, yiling &amp; shuyun online about relationships was quite productive. and fun too! hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah baby. i'm on my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is the most dangerous craving of all. &lt;br /&gt;It turns us into people we aren't. &lt;br /&gt;It makes us feel like hell, &amp; makes us walk on water. &lt;br /&gt;It ruins us for anything else."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanishing Acts - Jodi Picoult&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONE MORE MCQ TO GO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-7664168769224932871?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/7664168769224932871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=7664168769224932871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/7664168769224932871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/7664168769224932871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2008/11/talking-to-jeanette-yiling-shuyun.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-7554533549088893940</id><published>2008-11-02T21:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T21:42:25.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;GOOD LUCK, ALL YOU FELLOW A-LEVELLERS!&lt;br /&gt;MAY WE LIVE THROUGH THE NEXT 2 JITTERY WEEKS. &lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-7554533549088893940?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/7554533549088893940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=7554533549088893940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/7554533549088893940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/7554533549088893940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2008/11/good-luck-all-you-fellow-levellers-may.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-831647330271437537</id><published>2008-10-29T00:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T00:48:17.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#FFCCCC"&gt;don't know if you'll read this. probably won't. &lt;br /&gt;but whatever the case, all the best. i hope you're happy. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="white"&gt;cos i'm not. &amp; i hate myself for that.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i bump into one more of these at dinners.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SQdB7ouFLPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/a4itzn1nD8c/s1600-h/DSC00241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SQdB7ouFLPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/a4itzn1nD8c/s320/DSC00241.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262247182404496626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. i've got nothing to say. seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-831647330271437537?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/831647330271437537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=831647330271437537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/831647330271437537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/831647330271437537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2008/10/dont-know-if-youll-read-this.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SQdB7ouFLPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/a4itzn1nD8c/s72-c/DSC00241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13817866.post-388182290252000198</id><published>2008-10-24T09:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T10:31:31.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;U&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 THINGS ON MY MIND NOW: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. it's TEN glorious days to the mighty A's! freaking scary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. it's gonna be over soon in &lt;strong&gt;22 &lt;/strong&gt;DAYS. soon soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. dinner/movie with jo shilin &amp; sherman tonight. i miss cafe cartel! wheeeeee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you're just a boy.&lt;br /&gt;You don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;How it feels to love a girl.&lt;br /&gt;Someday you wish you were a better man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't listen to her.&lt;br /&gt;You don't care how it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Until you lose the one you wanted,&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're taking her for granted,&lt;br /&gt;And everything you had got destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I Were A Boy - Beyonce&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-388182290252000198?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/388182290252000198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=388182290252000198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/388182290252000198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/388182290252000198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2008/10/3-things-on-my-mind-now-1.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-1342320689420245945</id><published>2008-10-16T21:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T21:21:18.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gosh. &lt;br /&gt;i can't believe how childish some people can get. &lt;em&gt;18yearolds&lt;/em&gt;, about to become &lt;em&gt;undergraduates&lt;/em&gt;, behaving like they're still in secondary school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't get it. seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-1342320689420245945?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/1342320689420245945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=1342320689420245945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/1342320689420245945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/1342320689420245945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2008/10/gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-4836617531326277407</id><published>2008-10-10T23:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T23:11:47.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy 21st Anniversary, Papa Mama. (:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had our farewell assembly today! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so officially, i am an ex-MJC student. although it doesn't really make sense to me, since i haven't even sat for my A's yet. anyhoo.. today was pretty cool. Mr. Tee was freaking hilarious man. Ooh and Mrs Lim gave us this pretty test-tube thingy with nice stuff in it, and a message. hand-made! so sweeeet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baaaa. i'm so tired. physically mentally emotionally and whatever -ly u can come up with. got a long day with shuyun tmr. so i'm gonna sleep now because my eyelids are so bloody heavy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;one step at a time.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-4836617531326277407?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/4836617531326277407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=4836617531326277407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/4836617531326277407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/4836617531326277407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-21st-anniversary-papa-mama.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-2505696912733139760</id><published>2008-10-05T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T00:01:37.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HATE CRAMPS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY DO WOMEN HAVE TO HAVE CRAMPS?!&lt;br /&gt;WHY DO THE MEN HAVE IT EASY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE CRAMPS. &lt;br /&gt;I HATE THAT MEN DON'T EVER GET TO SUFFER CRAMPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE MEN!&lt;br /&gt;no la. i'm kidding. men are sooo adorable. how can i hate men?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-2505696912733139760?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/2505696912733139760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=2505696912733139760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/2505696912733139760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/2505696912733139760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-hate-cramps.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-1592230612925234862</id><published>2008-10-03T22:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T23:29:40.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello. i kept seeing the number &lt;strong&gt;23 &lt;/strong&gt;today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SOY5JPovZwI/AAAAAAAAANw/y2-X-BWyjtg/s1600-h/DSC00230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SOY5JPovZwI/AAAAAAAAANw/y2-X-BWyjtg/s320/DSC00230.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252948846353278722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the desk beside mine. ah, jo's desk la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SOY5JNbJ3HI/AAAAAAAAAN4/0-KgM02Llpc/s1600-h/DSC00231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SOY5JNbJ3HI/AAAAAAAAAN4/0-KgM02Llpc/s320/DSC00231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252948845759421554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;table number at 18Chefs just now, with jeanettelimsuting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. guess what! &lt;strong&gt;I PASSED ECONS!&lt;/strong&gt; which means i passed my prelims!(: although not with flying colours, but i think i should at least be happy about clearing it. yupyup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this past week has been filled with activities. or rather, activitY. &lt;b&gt;MUGGING&lt;/B&gt; of course! the most exciting activity of all the activities in the worrrrld. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tues was tamp mac's with jo. wednesday was airport with jeanette. thursday was sch with jo, then tamp mac's with birthday girl, &lt;strong&gt;shuyun&lt;/strong&gt;. i gave her a mini birthday treat! &lt;em&gt;mochaholic frappucino&lt;/em&gt;. haha. &amp; a birthday card too of course. (: and today was eastpoint BK with jeanette again! &amp; met shuyun too! so scary. and we saw many other ppl there today too. yinghua la, olivia la, and a whole lot of tpjc ppl were there. we were wondering why everyone was congregating at the most boring mall the world has ever seen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus, i had a mini shock today, while studying. shuyun gave me the mini shock. actually, it wasn't mini. quite big la. cos i even shock dio jeanette! haha. the world really shrank by a million times today man. &lt;em&gt;everyone&lt;/em&gt; was there. but thankfully, my quite-big-shock didn't turn into an even bigger one. i sound ridiculous eh. nvm. YOU WON'T UNDERSTAND. baa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid ipod hang &lt;b&gt;again&lt;/b&gt;. so sick of its repeated malfunctioning. who wants to buy me the NEW IPOD NANO? :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*silence*     i thought so. (heehee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like this song. meaningful lyrics, don't you think? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everybody's looking for that something.&lt;br /&gt;One thing that makes it all complete.&lt;br /&gt;You'll find it in the strangest places.&lt;br /&gt;Places you never knew it could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some find it in the face of their children.&lt;br /&gt;Some find it in their lover's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Who can deny the joy it brings?&lt;br /&gt;When you've found that special thing,&lt;br /&gt;You're flying without wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some find it sharing every morning.&lt;br /&gt;Some in their solitary lives.&lt;br /&gt;You'll find it in the words of others.&lt;br /&gt;A simple line can make you laugh or cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll find it in the deepest friendship.&lt;br /&gt;The kind you cherish all your life.&lt;br /&gt;And when you know how much that means,&lt;br /&gt;You've found that special thing.&lt;br /&gt;You're flying without wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flying Without Wings - Westlife &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;study dates next week, anyone? (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="white"&gt;just when you're trying so damn hard to forget, everything just goes against your wishes. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-1592230612925234862?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/1592230612925234862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=1592230612925234862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/1592230612925234862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/1592230612925234862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SOY5JPovZwI/AAAAAAAAANw/y2-X-BWyjtg/s72-c/DSC00230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13817866.post-3540287445864211021</id><published>2008-09-28T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T23:44:18.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>final two weeks in MJC. i can&lt;em&gt; never&lt;/em&gt; get over how fast time passes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was trying to picture myself like maybe.. 5 years later. uni days are still imaginable. but i find it hard to visualise myself working. i'm not saying i don't want to, i just really really wonder what life has in store. do you ever? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slightly more than a month left to the big A's. pump it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We live and we learn to take&lt;br /&gt;One step at a time.&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to rush. &lt;br /&gt;It's like learning to fly.&lt;br /&gt;Or falling in love.&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna happen when it's,&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to happen that we&lt;br /&gt;Find the reasons why&lt;br /&gt;One step at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Step At A Time - Jordin Sparks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-3540287445864211021?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/3540287445864211021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=3540287445864211021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/3540287445864211021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/3540287445864211021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2008/09/final-two-weeks-in-mjc.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-5608901654694605925</id><published>2008-09-24T21:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T22:29:34.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the imeem icon is so ugly. shall banish it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met &lt;strong&gt;jeanette &amp; agnes &lt;/strong&gt;for badminton today! a whole lot of fun man. good workout. now my right arm is aching.. and there's still PE tmr. diee. anyways, some of the guys from e class was there too! its a small, small world. &amp; there was the 'unfortunate' incident with &lt;em&gt;a certain somebody.&lt;/em&gt; and btw girls, i wasn't being mean okayy. you must understand my.. &lt;em&gt;reservations&lt;/em&gt;. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinnered at tamp's Astons. the last time i ate at Aston's was.. quite some time ago. so, i miss it! yummy yummy food. &lt;strong&gt;classmates, we must go there one day okay! always say wanna go but in e end never go. must go!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got back GP and Physics so far. can't say i'm happy la. although i made a good improvement for physics, but comparatively, it's still a weebit disappointing. ohwell. gotta pull up my socks! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;real &lt;/em&gt;highhh&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i shld just start getting used to not being happy. and become numbed. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mother says I was a dancer before I could walk.&lt;br /&gt;She says I began to sing long before I could talk.&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve often wondered, how did it all start? &lt;br /&gt;Who found out that nothing can capture a heart,&lt;br /&gt;Like a melody can? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, whoever it was, I’m a fan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I say,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the music, the songs I’m singing.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the joy they’re bringing.&lt;br /&gt;Who can live without it, I ask in all honesty.&lt;br /&gt;What would life be? &lt;br /&gt;Without a song or a dance what are we? &lt;br /&gt;So I say thank you for the music,&lt;br /&gt;For giving it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You For The Music - ABBA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Love makes time pass; time makes love pass."  A French Proverb&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-5608901654694605925?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/5608901654694605925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=5608901654694605925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/5608901654694605925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/5608901654694605925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2008/09/met-jeanette-agnes-for-badminton-today.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-1711600509635531002</id><published>2008-09-20T15:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T16:48:15.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>towned with &lt;strong&gt;THEM&lt;/strong&gt; ystd. you know, going to town was nice. like, a good break. but it became a bit depressing as we walked along the roads. ohhwell. good thing i won't be going there again anytime soon, since i probably won't have the time. soooo, i shouldn't bother lamenting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... &lt;strong&gt;MAMMA MIA was great!&lt;/strong&gt; loved it. it made me happy. (: Meryl Streep's really talented man. her voice &amp; Amanda Seyfried's made my hair stand. sooo nice. the girl behind shilin &amp; i was like singing along to almost every single song. haha. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;came home, &amp; went online to search for the songs &amp; lyrics. sherman shilin &amp; i were doing the same. haha. and sherman told me about his.. unfortunate experience. fun stuff. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was chatting with &lt;strong&gt;ANIL&lt;/strong&gt; too! miss that joker. what he told me made quite a lot of sense. &amp; it made me feel slightly less pathetic now. anyway, &lt;em&gt;thank you Mr. Shergill.&lt;/em&gt; (: it's so much easier talking to someone who actually &lt;em&gt;knows&lt;/em&gt; what you're feeling. sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. jo sherman rachel &amp; i made a pact to upload our favourite lyrics on our blogs. but i think i'm gonna be e only one to do so la. nevermind. (: &lt;br /&gt;this scene was quite touching. but abit draggy la. lyrics are nice though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't wanna talk,&lt;br /&gt;about things we've gone through.&lt;br /&gt;Though it's hurting me,&lt;br /&gt;now it's history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've played all my cards,&lt;br /&gt;and that's what you've done too.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more to say.&lt;br /&gt;No more ace to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winner takes it all.&lt;br /&gt;The loser standing small.&lt;br /&gt;Beside the victory,&lt;br /&gt;that's her destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in your arms,&lt;br /&gt;thinking I belonged there.&lt;br /&gt;I figured it made sense,&lt;br /&gt;building me a fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Building me a home,&lt;br /&gt;thinking I'd be strong there.&lt;br /&gt;But I was a fool,&lt;br /&gt;playing by the rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gods may throw a dice.&lt;br /&gt;Their minds as cold as ice.&lt;br /&gt;And someone way down here,&lt;br /&gt;loses someone dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Winner Takes It All - Meryl Streep [MAMMA MIA! THE MOVIE]&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/13817866-1711600509635531002?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/1711600509635531002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=1711600509635531002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/1711600509635531002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/1711600509635531002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2008/09/towned-with-them-ystd.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-6241839692445501909</id><published>2008-09-18T22:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T22:38:06.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>prelims are overrrr. sadly i don't even feel &lt;em&gt;half&lt;/em&gt; the joy i usually feel when an exam has ended. ohwell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LJS breakfast with &lt;strong&gt;Shilin, Rachel &amp; Sherman.&lt;/strong&gt; and Alvin sat &amp; watched us as we ate. haha. it's so nice to just sit down &amp; talk. it's like, continuous talking. from one topic to another topic to another topic. gosh, we were creating a &lt;em&gt;verbal mindmap&lt;/em&gt;! how cool is that. imagine like speech bubbles linking to one another as we blabber on... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after we left, i was damn bored. walked ard eastpoint for a while which really is a waste of time and energy because there is virtually nothinggggg worth browsing. so i decided to go home &amp; go for a nice jog. let off some steam. a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of steam, really. &lt;br /&gt;&amp; then i found out my stamina sucked like a pig. gosh. but anyway, it started to drizzle, so i went under shelter for a while. then it stopped, so i came back out &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt; to walk. and then 2 mins later it drizzled,&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &amp; i got pissed so i went up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then the sun came out really nice and sunny! bloody weather. by then i was too lazy to run alr la, so i went down to absorb deadly UV rays, while smsing my dear &lt;strong&gt;shuyun&lt;/strong&gt;. the stupid swimmingpool-cleaning-uncle kept whistling everytime he walked past me. gross. somemore he was carrying this net of.. greyish-fur-looking-stuff. bleah. anw the sun got too hot after a while, &amp; another uncle was watering the plants behind me, which was quite annoying cos i couldn't hear my music playing. so i went up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent my day watching FRIENDS BLOOPERS on Youtube. so hilarious. i'm in love with the show man. i laughed until my throat was dry &amp; my jaw was like.. tired. you shld watch the show! it's good for emotional therapy. go watch okay, Starworld, weekdays 8-9pm. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they shld pay me for advertising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; guess WHAT.&lt;br /&gt;i am going out tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;i am going to &lt;em&gt;town&lt;/em&gt; tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;i am &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;watching a movie &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;tomorrow. with the same Breakfast ppl this morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am actually going &lt;em&gt;beyond &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pasir Ris/Tampines/Simei/TanahMerah-Airport &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;for the first time in... ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's how long it's been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, anyone knows what does FLIPSIDE mean? i keep wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a bruised up heart &lt;br /&gt;But I'm still hangin' out.&lt;br /&gt;I should take it easy but I'm still gonna get around.&lt;br /&gt;There's something growing on the outside&lt;br /&gt;Too much missing on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;Should I waste more time when everything is done and done and overdone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the day when I'm complete.&lt;br /&gt;Without you I'm doing what I can to let you be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making sure there's &lt;br /&gt;Nothing showing on the outside.&lt;br /&gt;Something's dying on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still broken but I'm free.&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you on the flipside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flipside - The Click Five&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-6241839692445501909?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/6241839692445501909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=6241839692445501909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/6241839692445501909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/6241839692445501909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2008/09/prelims-are-overrrr.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-5687462090735731808</id><published>2008-09-17T00:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T00:55:42.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i just saw something which really, really shocked me. &lt;br /&gt;technically, i shouldn't be offended or upset cos i had it coming.&lt;br /&gt;in a way, i deserve it. &lt;br /&gt;but still, my jaw just literally dropped &amp; i think i stared at the screen for at least 2 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;i expected this. but i didn't expect it to happen &lt;strong&gt;this&lt;/strong&gt; soon. certainly not 48hrs after i did what i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a pathetic excuse for someone who tries so hard to put up a front. &lt;br /&gt;&amp; all for what? &lt;br /&gt;to end up feeling stupid &amp; retarded &amp; lonely &amp; humiliated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucked things up. real bad. &amp; i can't blame anyone else but myself. i think i left all my brain cells at the O'levels. i was stupid enough to fool myself into thinking i'm &lt;strong&gt;fine.&lt;/strong&gt; i'll be &lt;strong&gt;okay.&lt;/strong&gt; i should've known better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i can believe in it anymore. promises were broken. &amp; after this episode, i realise that those beautiful words previously spoken were, obviously, just words of.. sweet talk. nothing more. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-5687462090735731808?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/5687462090735731808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=5687462090735731808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/5687462090735731808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/5687462090735731808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-just-saw-something-which-really.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-337343884314735516</id><published>2008-09-14T16:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T16:52:08.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright. update. i don't have much to say anyway. papers have been pretty not-so-good so far. but surprisingly i found physics relatively manageable this time round. which is a first for me, considering how disastrous my physics has always been since the beginning of time. hopefully my results can reflect it la. chem was a killer, so was maths paper 1. econs.. okay la. case study 1 was quite alright. but i think case study 2 will prolly pull me down. baa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this coming week's just math paper 2, chem&amp;phy paper 1. not so tiring alr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. went to clarke quay ystd with my parents &amp; my auntyuncle &amp; my little niece! she's sooooo cute. (: anw. there was a Mid Autumn Festival display there, &amp; they had the 12 giant Zodiac animals with those.. fortune-telling of prediction thingy. so i read Mr. Horsey's! and it said &lt;strong&gt;"Students will obtain good results this year". &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;initially i was quite happy to read that. but then i realised, the &lt;em&gt;whole bloody cohort all over the world &lt;/em&gt;will get good results. so i wasn't &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; happy anymore. i mean, happy la. but not as happy as before. aiya. talking rubbish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner at &lt;strong&gt;Manhattan's Fish Market&lt;/strong&gt; was really good. and apparently they're gonna open a new branch at White Sand's! but i think, by e time it's up &amp; running, i wouldn't be going to Pasir Ris that often anymore. so not much excitement la. anw, having dinner there brought back some nice memories of Floorball's Christmas dinner thingy.. &amp; some &lt;em&gt;other&lt;/em&gt; unmentionables. :l time flies. i hate time. nono, i hate how time flies. and i hate flies too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my insomnia is back again. past week i haven't been sleeping well. ystd was the worst, i think ispent like at least 2 &amp; half hours trying to get to sleep. ): which probably explains my crankiness now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just looking forward to end of prelims. probably gonna catch Mamma Mia with the gang. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The buttons on my phone are worn thin.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that I knew the chaos I was getting in.&lt;br /&gt;But I've broken all my promises to you.&lt;br /&gt;I've broken all my promises to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you do this to me?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you do this so easily?&lt;br /&gt;You make it hard to smile because,&lt;br /&gt;you make it hard to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;Why do you do this to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why - Secondhand Serenade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-337343884314735516?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/337343884314735516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=337343884314735516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/337343884314735516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/337343884314735516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2008/09/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-537550069399398681</id><published>2008-09-05T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T23:55:07.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was a good day. productive. airport with jeanettelim. although my nose was leaking nonnnnn-stop, i didn't let it get in the way of my mugging! mugging is my &lt;s&gt;mission&lt;/s&gt; &lt;strong&gt;LIFE&lt;/strong&gt;! mwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yilin saw me on my way home just now. i got a missed call from her when i was at my side gate. apparently, she was walking behind me. and shouted my name, and called my handphone, but i didn't respond! haha, sorry girl, i was emo-ing with music blasting in my ears. haha. (: &lt;br /&gt;anyway, got home &amp; watched World Trade Centre. some movie about 9-11. ohman, what a depressing show. i feel so sad now. i keep thinking, what if *touchwood* any of my loved ones meet with an accident/are dying in a hospital/are trapped underneath 20feet of rubble?! you never know, you know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siao alr. i'm going mad. someone slap me leftrightupsidedown please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another quote from Grey's Anatomy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Here's the truth about the truth: it hurts. &lt;br /&gt;So, we lie."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-537550069399398681?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/537550069399398681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=537550069399398681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/537550069399398681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/537550069399398681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2008/09/today-was-good-day.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-8447792035655512308</id><published>2008-09-03T22:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T22:42:03.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was watching some show the other day. grey's anatomy i think. and some guy said "nothing is perfect". &lt;br /&gt;so i thought, that's true. there's no &lt;em&gt;perfect&lt;/em&gt; person, or animal, or thing. everyone has their flaws right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if that's the case, why does the word &lt;strong&gt;"PERFECT" &lt;/strong&gt;even exist? so that people waste their time trying to attain perfection, knowing that life can never be perfect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or, on the brighter side, maybe it makes people want to strive to be better. to make things a little better than they are now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again, humans are greedy by nature. so they'll just continue their lives climbing that ladder, making themselves miserable in the process, telling themselves that the end-point is worth it. then maybe, they reach that end-point and feel that there's&lt;em&gt; even more&lt;/em&gt; to life, and set foot on that ladder again. i dont know about you, but it seems really futile to me. like, where are they heading to? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where am i heading to? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i'm side-tracking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pessimism. is my middle name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-8447792035655512308?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/8447792035655512308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=8447792035655512308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/8447792035655512308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/8447792035655512308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-was-watching-some-show-other-day.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-6958968938680619338</id><published>2008-08-31T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T00:16:31.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've found a way to keep myself happy happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;put a &lt;strong&gt;BIG SMILEY &lt;/strong&gt;on my handphone wallpaper and listen to &lt;strong&gt;happy happy &lt;/strong&gt;songs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like this one. (courtesy of jeanettelim)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't have to have money, &lt;br /&gt;To make it in this world.&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to be skinny baby, &lt;br /&gt;If you wanna be my girl.&lt;br /&gt;Oh you just gotta be happy, &lt;br /&gt;But sometimes that's hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember to smile smile smile&lt;br /&gt;And that's a good enough start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you ain't good looking, &lt;br /&gt;Don't you let it get you down.&lt;br /&gt;And if you're love life ain't cooking baby, &lt;br /&gt;There'll be more fish around&lt;br /&gt;Oh you just gotta stay happy, &lt;br /&gt;So put away that frown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just remember to smile smile smile, &lt;br /&gt;And turn the world around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just remember to smile smile smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smile smile smile!&lt;br /&gt;Smile smile smile!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon show us your teeth and&lt;br /&gt;what you got underneath&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And it will make things so much better, &lt;br /&gt;When you're feeling low&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile - Mcfly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-6958968938680619338?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/6958968938680619338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=6958968938680619338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/6958968938680619338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/6958968938680619338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2008/08/ive-found-way-to-keep-myself-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-2835981936624187935</id><published>2008-08-28T22:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T22:52:37.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>met jeanette lim su ting for studying todayy. at airport. not bad. it was quite fun to talk about old times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like how someone we knew talked to a tree. :D ah the good old days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teacher's day celebrations tmr. gonna head back to SAC. and MJ too. details are kinda fuzzy though. and i hate it when things aren't planned properly. so annoying. you ask one person &amp; the person doesn't reply. then you ask another, the person says he/she'll get back to you, but doesn't. i go nuts over such stuff. the irritation is so irritating! goodness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm a freak. i'm gonna end up old and unmarried and lonely and doing things that only spinsters do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what! only &lt;em&gt;now&lt;/em&gt; do i realise that &lt;strong&gt;IT &lt;/strong&gt;is &lt;em&gt;soooo&lt;/em&gt; much easier said than done. i'm beginning to wonder if it CAN be done at all. i should stop watching tv and listening to songs and reading about/looking at irritatingly &lt;strong&gt;happy people&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might as well lock myself in a room with all my lovely notes and papers and tys-es. and by the end of the year i'll have einstein's HAIR. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. stressss. and i have a &lt;strong&gt;huge&lt;/strong&gt; ulcer on my upper lip which is killing me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i thought i could convince the whole world that i'm okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want my beach vacation.. &lt;em&gt;so bad&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-2835981936624187935?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/2835981936624187935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=2835981936624187935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/2835981936624187935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/2835981936624187935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2008/08/met-jeanette-lim-su-ting-for-studying.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-8179522032999138850</id><published>2008-08-22T21:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T15:13:51.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school's out. and we're gonna turn up the 'mugging' knob! oh yeah baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. school was rather relaxing today. ms koh gave us doritos &amp; chips! physics was really funny too. mr ng &amp; his kitkat story. haha. had a good laugh. i think his drawing's pretty good. can become comic artist! hahaha. mr max was quite hilarious too. i suddenly can't remember what we were all laughing at, but it was really funny! hahaha. and mrs lim was just as cute as ever. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. during recess, everyone was glued to the tv, watching &lt;strong&gt;li jia wei vs zhang yining.&lt;/strong&gt; soo exciting la. its so much nicer to watch with many many ppl. hear collective cheers and boos. and shilin was so nervous like as if SHE HERSELF was the one playing. craaazy woman! hahaha. we were a bit late for GP. but we lost in the end la. duh. heh. still, feng tianwei is &lt;strong&gt;so cool&lt;/strong&gt;. if she were a guy, i might even idolise her! HAHA. im going nuts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, the mrt ride home was so retarded la! yingzhen was killing us with her story about her stuffed animals. their &lt;em&gt;names,&lt;/em&gt; their &lt;em&gt;ages&lt;/em&gt;, and even what language they spoke! HAHA. all 5 of us were laughing like spastic shits. yingzhen is sooo funny. she's funny even without trying. i'm always amazed by such ppl. almost in awe. hahah, no la. exaggerating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the gang&lt;/strong&gt; is coming over to my place on sunday! we decided to catch the closing ceremony together. wheee. can't wait. i know jo can't wait too! haha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. i'm just hoping today's meeting will close up the chapter. and clot any bad blood that may flow in future. or if there's any flowing now. :l all the best to ME. and you. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-8179522032999138850?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/8179522032999138850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=8179522032999138850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/8179522032999138850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/8179522032999138850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2008/08/schools-out.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-4481808179986944934</id><published>2008-08-17T23:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T23:40:26.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes i wonder why i even bother. &lt;br /&gt;or rather, why i'm &lt;em&gt;bothered&lt;/em&gt; by it. it's not my right to be upset. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's funny, how the tables are turned. i feel like such a horrible person now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby,&lt;br /&gt;Oh the secret's safe with me.&lt;br /&gt;There's nowhere else in the world that I could ever be.&lt;br /&gt;And baby, &lt;br /&gt;Don't it feel like I'm all alone.&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna be there after the last angel has flown?&lt;br /&gt;And I've lost my way back home.&lt;br /&gt;I think nobody knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody Knows - Pink&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-4481808179986944934?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/4481808179986944934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=4481808179986944934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/4481808179986944934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/4481808179986944934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2008/08/sometimes-i-wonder-why-i-even-bother.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-5319583210833897254</id><published>2008-08-15T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T23:28:29.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this week's been a reaaaally busy week, with all the make-up tutorials and lectures. today was like, non stop work. after official dismissal at 1205, there's extra chem for one period. &lt;em&gt;then&lt;/em&gt; extra econs for another period. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; we had to use the next period to chiong GP essay. &lt;strong&gt;THEN &lt;/strong&gt;we had to go for physics double period revision lect. cool huh. yeah i think so too. :l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met shuyun at the airport aft sch to study. haha, i did my math paper with what little energy i had left. the sofa at tcc was soo comfy! but was a bit difficult to do work cos the table was a bit too high. my back was quite tired aft a while. cos i'm short. &lt;br /&gt;anyway. we talked quite a lot about recent stuffs, shared about our very interesting lives. her sch mates are quite a funny bunch too. haha. i love catching up with friends. like, non-stop talking!&lt;em&gt; (aka GOSSIPPING! woohoo) &lt;/em&gt;hahah. oh &amp; the food there's quite nice. i even took a picture of our drinks. which i'll probably end up deleting lah. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recess &amp; lunch breaks at sch are now turning into watch-the-olympics period. everyone just crowds around the 4 suspended tvs. quite cool actually. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tired. my ipod shuffled to this song that day. couldn't come at a more appropriate time. maybe it shld be my theme song. hmm. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When things are only getting worse &lt;br /&gt;And you need someone to take the blame &lt;br /&gt;When your lover's gone, there’s no one to share the pain &lt;br /&gt;You’re sleeping with the tv on and you’re lying in an empty bed &lt;br /&gt;All the alcohol in the world would never help me to forget &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you’re down and lost &lt;br /&gt;And you need a helping hand &lt;br /&gt;When you’re down and lost along the way &lt;br /&gt;Just try a little harder &lt;br /&gt;Try your best to make it through the day &lt;br /&gt;Oh just tell yourself &lt;br /&gt;I'll be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll Be Okay - McFly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-5319583210833897254?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/5319583210833897254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=5319583210833897254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/5319583210833897254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/5319583210833897254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-weeks-been-reaaaally-busy-week.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-6727047425016058080</id><published>2008-08-09T15:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T16:49:12.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy National Day! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a blast ystd. met up for mac's breakfast with the class, then headed off to school for the movie screening, called &lt;strong&gt;Sepet&lt;/strong&gt;. quite a meaningful show la, but it gets a bit boring. the humour was damn funny though. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It's like a union of periods- a bloody epidemic"&lt;/em&gt; haha. wth man. so after the movie the teachers tried desperately to conduct a dialogue about the show. it ended up as a NationalEd lecture by one of the teachers. gosh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hung around for a while after that cos we had to &lt;em&gt;wait&lt;/em&gt; for ppl to finish their essays, then went to white sands to get food, &lt;em&gt;waited for the guys &lt;/em&gt;to finish their lunch, &lt;em&gt;waited for the guys &lt;/em&gt;to finish their 'shopping' at ntuc. after waiting and waiting, finally got on the train to Harbourfront, and to &lt;strong&gt;SENTOSA!&lt;/strong&gt; :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked quite some distance before finally settling down at a spot. volleyball was more of a laughing session la. play play until can become soccer! played captain's ball for quite a while. SO. FUN. omg. HAHAHA. so after that we had a BREAK. it's tiring to run on sand yanno. and &lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt;osephine, &lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt;asmine &amp; &lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt;ana (heehee) buried the volleyball. and then we decided to make a face out of the buried ball. and slowly it transformed into...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SJ1V-XQ-1WI/AAAAAAAAANQ/nYZ9g2dUaqA/s1600-h/DSC00225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SJ1V-XQ-1WI/AAAAAAAAANQ/nYZ9g2dUaqA/s320/DSC00225.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232432871959876962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its name is WILSON. our classmate wilson's alter ego. bwahaha. CUTE EH. hunky dory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh &amp; we semi-buried shuli!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SJ1V9ywMeII/AAAAAAAAANI/gsY9zesrojc/s1600-h/DSC00220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SJ1V9ywMeII/AAAAAAAAANI/gsY9zesrojc/s320/DSC00220.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232432862158682242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SJ1XRxFlpJI/AAAAAAAAANg/d1K1_KfKCek/s1600-h/DSC00223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SJ1XRxFlpJI/AAAAAAAAANg/d1K1_KfKCek/s320/DSC00223.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232434304820552850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA! he's not gonna see this so it's okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterward we hit the water! :D was really fun cos it was high tide (i think), and we kept getting swept back by the currents! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"wave come alr wave come alr!" *waits* then, "WHOAAAAAA..." &lt;/strong&gt;&amp; retarded laughter follows. hahahaha. so dumb. played a wheebit of frizbee which was really quite lame cos we couldn't really catch the frizbee. kept having to swim to get it back. hahaa! &amp; jason was reaaalllyyy put off by the saltiness of the water man. shld've gotten a pic of his face. hahah. oh, &amp; jo realised she lost her beloved hairband-thingy to the water. she uses that thing like everyday la. pooor little jojopoh. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while we were resting in the water, jo asked "eh where's the land ppl?" &amp; shuli said that made us sound like mermaids &amp; he &amp; jason started this retarded mermaid comedy. okay it doesn't sound funny here but it was hilarious to watch la. haha, stupid ppl.&lt;br /&gt;went back on land, some ppl played soccer, alvin jas &amp; i sun-tanned for a while, before Mr. Sun went to slp. okay it wasn't really successful la, we didn't appear any darker. ohwell. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN. at the toilet. while yingzhen jas jo &amp; i were queueing for the showers, jas &amp; i saw the most horrific scene ever. this &lt;strong&gt;very-not-slim &lt;/strong&gt;girl, who wore a bikini that had enough material to cover only &lt;strong&gt;half&lt;/strong&gt; of what it's supposed to cover, decided to bathe in the common showers. that was still okay la, just some spare tyres spilling out, still can tahan. then aft a while, i just &lt;em&gt;happened &lt;/em&gt; to turn my head, &amp; i saw her full BUTTOCK. i looked at jas &amp; we both started laughing. my goodness gracious, if it's some hot babe stripping i wldn't care la but this person is like.. alamak. im speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after the long &amp; traumatic wait, the girls cam-whored for a while, &amp; we were off for dinner, settled for Kopitiam. and THEN. while we were all browsing at Candy Empire, i saw this touchy-feely angmoh couple. again, i just &lt;em&gt;happened&lt;/em&gt; to look in their direction &amp; the guy suddenly lifted his shirt &amp; she carressed his body. for like god knows how long. i was like telling rachel &amp; jo that i kept seeing icky stuff. a miracle i didn't hv any nightmares ystd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was so tired by the time i got home. haha. but ystd was really &lt;strong&gt;FUN&lt;/strong&gt;. (: i think all of us enjoyed ourselves to the max. wheee. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supp to hv a National Day party over at my aunt's tonight. but my poor cousin got warded in CGH, so the party's at my place. so sucky for him, all e patients ard him are like.. old &amp; boring. hahaha. so mean. anyway, this means i have to do some cleaning up. my files are like.. strewn everywhere. SIAN. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY HOLIDAYS. (:&lt;/strong&gt; (i'm trying not to mind the whole pile of work i have to do) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORE PICTURES! (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SJ1XRligUEI/AAAAAAAAANY/3BWvOvXzG5k/s1600-h/DSC00221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SJ1XRligUEI/AAAAAAAAANY/3BWvOvXzG5k/s320/DSC00221.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232434301720612930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;jo. (: &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SJ1V9isaP2I/AAAAAAAAANA/0ao3oOFKqVI/s1600-h/DSC00219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SJ1V9isaP2I/AAAAAAAAANA/0ao3oOFKqVI/s320/DSC00219.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232432857847840610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;miao. (:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SJ1XSDMxyoI/AAAAAAAAANo/sU1pt655KLc/s1600-h/Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SJ1XSDMxyoI/AAAAAAAAANo/sU1pt655KLc/s320/Picture.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232434309682547330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;:D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-6727047425016058080?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/6727047425016058080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=6727047425016058080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/6727047425016058080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/6727047425016058080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-national-day-had-blast-ystd.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SJ1V-XQ-1WI/AAAAAAAAANQ/nYZ9g2dUaqA/s72-c/DSC00225.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13817866.post-8065218179884042310</id><published>2008-08-03T01:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T02:16:25.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday was a pretty good day. compre in the library was quite hiliarious. i didn't know dissecting a passage could be that funny. and sherman was telling us about this girl who called in to 987's Muttons. and jo couldn't stop laughing about the catchphrase. haha. crazy woman. and shilin revealed that she listens to &lt;strong&gt;97.2FM&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. what an ah ma. no la, she was kidding. anyway there's nothing wrong with listening to 97.2 what, right? :D heeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before phy revision we were sitting outside perkafe. just talking bout stuff. (&amp; silently cursing our common enemy sitting nearby) one of us shared some pretty surprising news. our reactions were so similar la. haha. gossipping is so fun! how can anyone live without it. HAHA. aiya but seriously, what he/she told us made me think a bit. i may not be the best friend a person can have, but this i can say: some ppl are shitty material for friends. i hope they step on a banana peel and fall back on a huge pile of puppypoop. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;testimonial match afterward. felt nice to be back again. made me realise how much i actually missed being with the girls. sure there were some awkward moments but i really enjoyed myself last night. camwhoring, playing games, screaming matches. haha. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. had a nice talk with cal during recess. told him what was going on &amp; all. what he said made a lot of sense, i can't drag it on. but i still dont really know how to deal with it. i made a promise to &lt;em&gt;myself,&lt;/em&gt; &amp; its not the only time i've broken it. sometimes i wish i could just bury all this somewhere far away, and never have to deal with it again. i'm not much of a fighter, that i admit. i dont like to face my fears. i dont like confrontations. i dont like &amp; dont wish to do anything that involves arguing/shouting/talking-in-a-louder-than-usual-voice with another person. right now i can still block it out &amp; truly enjoy myself at sch &amp; with my friends but i know i can't hold this up forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone once said this to me: &lt;em&gt;"it shouldn't be this hard."&lt;/em&gt; so what now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo. monday may be our school holiday but i have 3 tests coming up next week. (surprise surprise) mugging is on. woohoo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We used to have this figured out &lt;br /&gt;We used to breathe without a doubt &lt;br /&gt;When nights were clear,&lt;br /&gt;you were the first star that i'd see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used To - Daughtry &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-8065218179884042310?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/8065218179884042310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=8065218179884042310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/8065218179884042310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/8065218179884042310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2008/08/yesterday-was-pretty-good-day.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-7421904440843619079</id><published>2008-07-31T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T23:50:40.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woo. it's now.. 40mins to 1AUGUST. which otherwise means there's 32DAYS left to Prelims. oh how time flies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's been pretty enjoyable these days. not because of the revision lectures and tutorials of course, but cos my friends are crazy. esp jo sherman and shilin. been laughing about all kinds of stuff these days. pingpong, random songs blabla. and sometimes at the expense of others la but whooo cares. (: i think the only other time when i laughed like that was probably first 3 mths? lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was the &lt;em&gt;worst&lt;/em&gt;! we laughed about something in the discussion room, all the way back to class. i can't even remember what it was la. haha. AND on the mrt ride home, i &lt;em&gt;immediately&lt;/em&gt; started laughing when i sat down. there were these 3 REALLY WEIRD LOOKING people sitting opposite us, and the funniest thing is that they seem like total strangers. really really really weeeird. apparently only shilin and i noticed it, jo and sherman were blind. so we went and sat in the next carriage. cos if i stayed there i would be laughing through the whole ride man. die of excessive laughing how. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN we had even more laughs, cos more of our classmates came. and shilin professed her deep &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; for a &lt;em&gt;certain someone &lt;/em&gt;(who blew air at her neck during compass-HAHA). and jason said this &lt;em&gt;certain someone&lt;/em&gt; bloody played with my hair during lecture?! eeeee. trust me, if u knew who i'm talking about, you'd be equally grossed out. but i think shilin's case was worse la. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's friends like them and moments like these that makes me realise that it's not worth getting upset and mulling over one problematic situation. or person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;testimonial match tmr. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found this song in sherman's phone (while we were laughing in the discussion room). i like it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you see my girl &lt;br /&gt;Just tell her I miss her smile &lt;br /&gt;Tell her I’m counting the minutes &lt;br /&gt;Gonna see her in a little while &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know when she holds on to me &lt;br /&gt;She’s the one thing that I could never live without &lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh , oh whoa-oh &lt;br /&gt;Tell her I love her &lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, just tell her I love her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell Her - Jesse McCartney&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-7421904440843619079?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/7421904440843619079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=7421904440843619079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/7421904440843619079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/7421904440843619079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2008/07/woo.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-4505418861950317105</id><published>2008-07-05T15:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T16:27:31.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YOOOOHOOOOOO! :D i am a happy child. except for the fact that i have a bad flu with mucus that is as thick and viscuous as.. &lt;em&gt;caramel&lt;/em&gt;, and for which i have to thank Mr. Sherman Wee! ohwell. who cares. i'm not gonna let the germs destroy my post-exam celebrations. so far it hasn't! wheeee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;warning: its gonna be a long post, considering how long i have NOT updated. heh.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. midyears were horrendous. save for maybe Math paper 2, the rest were.. haha. anyways! after chem last tues, jojopoh sherman jas rachel yuheng &amp; i headed to eHub. for dinner. shilin was really late cos she forgot to press the bell upon seeing the very huge and colourful eHub building. what can i say? it's wongshilin. hahaha. so bad. we took a really long time to settle the bill. like.. close to half an hour. it was like math paper all over again, GCs replaced by handphones. haha. headed to the arcade afterward, and had quite a lot of fun on this rhythm music machine thingy which jo was really excited about. i swear, her enthusiasm about &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt; is very contagious. its quite scary sometimes. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made our way to the chalets. paid $1 each, entered the gantry, looked at the map to find block U, only to realise there IS no block U. madness! apparently the chalet was in Pasir Ris Park, and not Downtown East. so we had to walk realllly long to block U which is like the LAST BLOCK? nehneh. but it was fun la. like treasure hunt. haha. after some minutes of stoning and watching boring tv a grp of us started playing Heart Attack. it was the first time in months that i screamed so bloody much in less than an hour! shucks, i miss playing heart attack with my sacians! poo. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. headed home shortly after. spent the next day recuperating at home. wanted to join the class for the bbq but when i called jo at &lt;strong&gt;1915&lt;/strong&gt;, "there's only a few chicken wings and some bread left!" this is what happens when more than 10 17/18yr old boys are faced with food. a lot, of glorious food. HAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday came. SHOPPING WITH YILING! :D far east is kinda getting boring ah, we took less than 15mins to cover every floor, and all we bought was diced watermelon &amp; strawberries on a stick.  but the fruits were quite good, so that's a good thing. and we realised that both boys have sth in common. which was really hilarious. it involved staple bullets and wallets. hahaha. go figure, it's not that hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN at wisma, yiling mistook MANGO for MCDONALD'S. &lt;br /&gt;"eh eh lets go mcdonalds!" &lt;br /&gt;*looks at her* "HUH?!" &lt;br /&gt;"eh no, mango mango!" &lt;br /&gt;HAHA. that was pretty funny. managed to get basics from the sale. such a mess inside la. OH and when i went into the fitting room, i saw a familiar face stacking clothes. the invigilator for our econs paper! i took a second look to make sure and YES. it was her. there were quite a few jokes about her after the paper but i better not spill it. later ppl sue me. HAH. called shilin to tell her &amp; she was quite amused. hoho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;borders, got my books, yiling got her monster purse. both got denim shorts from Pull&amp;Bear. :D headed down to bugis street which was.. soo crowded. that traffic light is so.. unnerving. sometimes i think i might be semi-claustrophobic. ew. after some browsing we went back to Parco, Topman. back at heeren we wanted to get shirts for e guys, but no results. finally got sth decent, after much deliberation on her part btwn BLUE or GREEN. lol. in e end we both ended up with green. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;dinner-ed at &lt;strong&gt;the soup spoon&lt;/strong&gt;, after a lot of thinking on what to eat. even with sharing our food, we couldn't finish it. goodness. anyway we talked a lot during dinner. laughed quite a bit too. and at one point realised we both made the same blunder before! like almost exactly the same. that was the ultimate joke man. HAHA. ohmygosh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was quite a fun day. heehee. and GUESS WHAT. &lt;br /&gt;I'M MEEETING JEANETTE LORRAINE &amp; JIELIN TMR! :D :D :D soak up some sun. too bad jillian's not free. haha! i'm so excited. i haven't seen ms HOW since.. O'level results day! i think. HAHA. ohman. and then monday is &lt;strong&gt;7JULY&lt;/strong&gt;! (: i love this weekend. you should too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-4505418861950317105?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/4505418861950317105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=4505418861950317105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/4505418861950317105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/4505418861950317105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2008/07/yoooohoooooo-d-i-am-happy-child.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-2714937411270300802</id><published>2008-06-13T00:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T00:24:31.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO PEEPS.&lt;br /&gt;STUDY HARD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a cute song! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause the lights are on outside&lt;br /&gt;Wish there was somewhere to hide&lt;br /&gt;Cause I just don't want to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Cause you are my baby baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really matters&lt;br /&gt;I don't really care&lt;br /&gt;What nobody tell me&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be here&lt;br /&gt;It's a matter of extreme importance&lt;br /&gt;My first teenage love affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teenage Love Affair - Alicia Keys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-2714937411270300802?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/2714937411270300802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=2714937411270300802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/2714937411270300802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/2714937411270300802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2008/06/hello-peeps.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13817866.post-3633886291009699222</id><published>2008-05-26T14:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:58:49.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ystd's episode of Rouge would be a good educational video for guys. as bimbotic-and sometimes shallow- as it may seem, some points raised made sense. &amp; i think it'd definitely give guys a few useful pointers here and here. but the show's targeted mainly at girls anyway, so.. i'm wasting my time here talking rubbish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. last wednesday (yes, very belated update) was soo fun. the match was so exciting, even SHILIN got into the mood after a while! and jojopoh was going crazy cheering by herself. hahaha. so we won, YAY. headed to Marina Sq Carl's Jr. for dinner with shilin, jo, miao, rachel&amp;yuheng and re-mo. spent quite some time sitting there laughing and gossipping about teachers, students and other stuff. and yuheng's revelation of a certain someone was.. &lt;strong&gt;shocking&lt;/strong&gt;. i swear my eyes could've just popped out of its socket! haha. walked around the mall and goofed around a little. pretty enjoyable really. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOO, holidays are here. 4 weeks to MYEs. it's gonna be a tough 'holiday', for me at least. had a chance to chat with &lt;strong&gt;Jeanette&lt;/strong&gt; online on saturday. brief updates. and a reunion is coming up &lt;em&gt;soon&lt;/em&gt;, i hope. really miss those crazy ppl. (: and ngyiling! quick pick a shopping day, before you decide to fill up your holidays with your &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happytime!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; haha. i dont care i'm more impt. (: &amp; you're a really slow reader btw. hahaha. just kidding, take your time yeap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SDpa8BCuzqI/AAAAAAAAAM4/-JuDTM97bkE/s1600-h/Picture+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SDpa8BCuzqI/AAAAAAAAAM4/-JuDTM97bkE/s320/Picture+(1).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204572306498571938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;pretty little theo (: &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, i think little kids really have a way of healing people. just their innocence, their laughter; the way they walk &amp; babble alien language, lights up people's hearts and just puts a smile on faces. every week i go to my grandma's,  praying that little theo would be there, waddling around. playing with her just makes me forget all the upsetting stuff that's shrouding my vision. i always wonder, how is it that someone so small can pull off sth like this? and yet the person who's supposed to serve this purpose, is actually the source of your gloom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my little niece.&lt;br /&gt;i miss my girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;i miss the hangouts.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm so gonna make the reunion happen. JEANETTE LIM! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is like a bazaar;&lt;br /&gt;The admittance is free, &lt;br /&gt;but it costs you something before you get out. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13817866-3633886291009699222?l=j-cozaic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/feeds/3633886291009699222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13817866&amp;postID=3633886291009699222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/3633886291009699222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13817866/posts/default/3633886291009699222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-cozaic.blogspot.com/2008/05/ystds-episode-of-rouge-would-be-good.html' title=''/><author><name>j-cozaic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_keSznokqk88/SDpa8BCuzqI/AAAAAAAAAM4/-JuDTM97bkE/s72-c/Picture+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
