<?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-6313820</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:23:25.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>juzluv</title><subtitle type='html'>This world.. is a tumultous one..
Everyone's behind a mask.. a facade..
No one will ever know the truth.. Or rather, the pure and simple truth, without any tinge of lie in it..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>396</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-3344830139585156675</id><published>2007-05-09T15:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T15:49:43.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>celebrity look-alikes xD</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/3344830139585156675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/3344830139585156675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#3344830139585156675' title='celebrity look-alikes xD'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-5084077502644038082</id><published>2007-03-15T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T00:50:55.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its hurts...</title><summary type='text'>I've been thinking. Or rather, I was forced to think. Probably I should put an end to things soon? At least I know I would feel better. Pain would be evident for some time, but after a while, it would cease to hurt. Isn't that what we always say, that Time will heal everything?It would hurt. But am I willing to let go? I don't know.I realise I don't know anything about you now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/5084077502644038082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/5084077502644038082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#5084077502644038082' title='its hurts...'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-2592052242260901119</id><published>2007-03-14T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T21:17:45.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drifting apart...</title><summary type='text'>I feel like we're moving away from each other. I'm feeling more and more distant from you. Why is that so? Why do I have this feeling? Why do I feel like 'we' would no longer be 'we' anymore? So many questions overflowing in my head, but I've got no answers to them.I find you different from before. Or is it me that is changing?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/2592052242260901119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/2592052242260901119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#2592052242260901119' title='drifting apart...'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-4157121208771022263</id><published>2007-03-14T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T13:00:55.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored...</title><summary type='text'>Boyfriend's off to camp today. Yet another 2 days of camp. Hoooo.Anyway, we caught "Primeval" yesterday at Plaza Singapura's GV. Take my advice: do not watch it. Too many parts being censored that you could see the break in between. Not to mention that there are plenty of young punks around which makes the show even more unbearable. Damnit. Should have watched "I'm a Cyborg, But That's OK". It's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/4157121208771022263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/4157121208771022263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#4157121208771022263' title='bored...'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-1101010848842614704</id><published>2007-03-11T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T01:08:03.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busybody me..</title><summary type='text'>I should have known better not to be a busybody. The effort would not be appreciated anyway. To think I was feeling rather excited to be able to send the food over, even asking my fren for the favour to drive me over first before sending us home. But then... Never mind. I shall cease to be a busybody from now on.I'll wash my hands off you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/1101010848842614704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/1101010848842614704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#1101010848842614704' title='busybody me..'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-3856642004957558671</id><published>2007-02-28T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T13:08:18.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 years..</title><summary type='text'>It's the 28th of February, 2007. It's Daddy and Mummy's 25th wedding anniversary! 25 years of union. 25 years of ups and downs. 25 years of love. And definitely many many more years to come!!HAPPY 25th ANNIVERSARY!! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/3856642004957558671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/3856642004957558671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#3856642004957558671' title='25 years..'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-198789090114745319</id><published>2007-01-31T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T11:53:43.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>upcoming festivities...</title><summary type='text'>Today's the last day of January already. In a blink of an eye, a month of 2007 has already passed by us. Coming February, there's going to be so many occasions to celebrate. First up is our month-sary, next is the all important Valentine's Day and then Chinese New Year. I'm worrying a little because I'm too broke to afford my baby gifts. He even sponsers my Chinese New Year clothes. Something </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/198789090114745319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/198789090114745319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#198789090114745319' title='upcoming festivities...'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-1325851329244297782</id><published>2007-01-20T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T09:36:10.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weak.... yet safe...</title><summary type='text'>I feel so weak when I'm in your arms, but I feel protected. You make me feel vulnerable, yet safe. Your words make a lot of difference to me. Your actions mean so much to me. Just watching you sleep is a kind of happiness.There is a love-hate relationship and so much more.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/1325851329244297782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/1325851329244297782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#1325851329244297782' title='weak.... yet safe...'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-2179573989640019034</id><published>2007-01-16T05:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T17:11:47.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>doubts....</title><summary type='text'>One phone call. Details of things that have been going on. You say you're not affected by what's happening around us. Then why do I doubt your words? Why did I feel that you're hurting inside...? The more I ponder, the more doubts I have. Doubts about everything. We probably started off too soon.It hurts. Too much.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/2179573989640019034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/2179573989640019034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#2179573989640019034' title='doubts....'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-5897699552238603412</id><published>2007-01-08T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T23:45:07.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wonderful tonight...</title><summary type='text'>The night was great even though we didn't really do much. Boyfriend popped by in the afternoon after his day in school. He wanted to go catch a show but I rejected him because I was feeling lazy and also, a little moody. But it's alright. I finally got off my butt at around 4 plus and was ready by 5 plus. Hahaha.Dinner was at Kenny Roger's. Ordered a Lucille, which consisted of half a chicken, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/5897699552238603412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/5897699552238603412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#5897699552238603412' title='wonderful tonight...'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-8324793947967274595</id><published>2007-01-08T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T10:39:40.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 months on....</title><summary type='text'>It's been 6 months already. Wow! Been through quite a few ups and downs, many of my childish nonsenses and his overwhelming patience. Thanks for being there, most of the time. Thanks for tolerating my nonsenses, however horrible they were. Things were almost over but thankfully they aren't now. And most importantly, thanks for loving me.I LOVE YOU.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/8324793947967274595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/8324793947967274595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#8324793947967274595' title='6 months on....'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-3020734391282348664</id><published>2007-01-06T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T10:35:33.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when i go home...</title><summary type='text'>When I go home, all I want to do is to have a good rest and relax. Not listen to whatever nonsense your friends are capable of saying. If they've got so much to say about a person, ask them to go buy coffee and gossip outside. Not at the person's place.I know who I am. I know how I am. I don't need them to tell me. If they can't understand this fact, ask them to STFU. Thank you.Just a side note, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/3020734391282348664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/3020734391282348664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#3020734391282348664' title='when i go home...'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-6433712413703134281</id><published>2007-01-02T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T20:02:41.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2oo7 is here...</title><summary type='text'>Brand new year. Brand new start. Happy New Year to one and all, wishing that all of you guys have an eventful and adventurous 2007.Time just seems to fly past so quickly. One moment, we're celebrating X'mas at my place and the next, I'm watching fireworks and welcoming in the new year. Wow.I'm so freaking tired right now. Played mahjong at Boyfriend's friend's place from 11 plus last night till </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/6433712413703134281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/6433712413703134281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#6433712413703134281' title='2oo7 is here...'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-7521599374385505703</id><published>2006-12-29T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T12:39:03.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a little too late...</title><summary type='text'>It hurts inside, when something that you've known all along to happen happened. I didn't expect it to kill me so bad. I'm surprised you took it quite calmly. Everything is just a little too late now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/7521599374385505703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/7521599374385505703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#7521599374385505703' title='a little too late...'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-2505832101292312106</id><published>2006-12-26T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T17:54:22.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good news!!</title><summary type='text'>Check it out! I'm getting married and the groom ain't Alex. Hahaha. He's so going to kill me. Not. That's Clarence, one of my secondary school friends. The clique, plus or minus a few, came over for dinner cum gathering last night. It's good seeing them again after so long. This photo was taken when Clarence accidently stumbled on a pretty cool feature on Huishi's camera that she never knew of. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/2505832101292312106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/2505832101292312106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#2505832101292312106' title='good news!!'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_STOIlo1mgiY/RZDtHRz3_II/AAAAAAAAAAU/bwPpkiTIZKg/s72-c/S6003849.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-755892513936149752</id><published>2006-12-25T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T01:05:14.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas once again...</title><summary type='text'>It's that time of the year again. That time of the year that is supposed to be all jolly and fun, blah blah blah... But once again, I feel helpless. I feel a void hidden deep inside this shell of mine, resurfacing again. This time last year, I cried. I didn't fail to cry again this year.I'm so disappointed. I want to be devoid of all feelings, happy or sad. I want to have no expectations because </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/755892513936149752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/755892513936149752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#755892513936149752' title='christmas once again...'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-3877196214256119934</id><published>2006-12-20T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T23:17:07.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in seventh heaven...</title><summary type='text'>Whenever I'm with Boyfriend, I feel as if I'm in Seventh Heaven. I love teasing him. I love making him jealous because it just feels so good. I love it when he is so protective of me. I love it when he pampers me so. I love each and every moment when I'm with him. I may flare up once or twice, or droop into a bad mood but he never fails to be there for me. Although I'll still remember he raised </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/3877196214256119934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/3877196214256119934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#3877196214256119934' title='in seventh heaven...'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-8545419074177846823</id><published>2006-12-14T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T01:31:20.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mah sweet baby...</title><summary type='text'>Five months have passed by. Just like that. And it is as if we're still in our honeymoon period. I must be damn lucky to have found Boyfriend. He's probably the best I've ever had. But I don't seem to be treasuring him enough. Ok, will try to improve on that. Haha.We spent our 5th month at Hog's Breath Cafe. The ribs were not too bad, pretty big portion but somehow I didn't really enjoy it. What </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/8545419074177846823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/8545419074177846823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#8545419074177846823' title='mah sweet baby...'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-5651440040718588600</id><published>2006-12-04T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T23:59:28.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey shorty...</title><summary type='text'>Hey shorty, it's your birthday. We ain't gonna party like it's your birthday.Ok lah. Maybe buy you a cake or something. See how first. Wuahahaha...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/5651440040718588600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/5651440040718588600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#5651440040718588600' title='hey shorty...'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-2957097068239199</id><published>2006-12-04T09:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T09:14:57.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>revolving around someone..</title><summary type='text'>It seems like my life revolves around Boyfriend, Boyfriend, and BOYFRIEND. Hahaha. I love him so much! I see him practically everyday, but it's never enough. Time spent together seems to fly past so quickly.Oh, hopefully I'll get a job soon. At least that way, my life would be revolving around work, Boyfriend AND Boyfriend. Peace out.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/2957097068239199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/2957097068239199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#2957097068239199' title='revolving around someone..'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-6293093111380688628</id><published>2006-12-02T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T01:39:04.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we both teared..</title><summary type='text'>I asked you and you told me you cried too yesterday, that I made you sad when teardrops ran down the sides of my face. I asked you, because I saw the reflection of you even though I turned my back on you. I knew you weren't lying, for that's what I saw in that reflection - I've hurt you.I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean to.Thanks for putting up with my nonsense. Ti amo. :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/6293093111380688628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/6293093111380688628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#6293093111380688628' title='we both teared..'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-3207509341632795055</id><published>2006-12-01T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T00:18:37.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sadded...</title><summary type='text'>You once said you would never flare up at me, but you raised your voice at me for the very first time today. If there's the first time, then there would be the second and the third, so on and so forth.. Right?Anyway, it's over already. Let's just hope it won't happen. Again. =)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/3207509341632795055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/3207509341632795055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#3207509341632795055' title='sadded...'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-1725671080377169205</id><published>2006-11-27T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T15:54:21.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im at a loss too.. =)</title><summary type='text'>Little Ways to Say I Love YouWhen clichés won't cut it, it's time to break out the real deal.~ by A.K. BoyleThe world is rarely at a loss for words when it comes to love. It's hard to survive an afternoon without some actor or elevator speaker spouting eternal devotion, usually with complete disregard for taste or originality. But if we can agree that "You complete me" and "You light up my life" </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/1725671080377169205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/1725671080377169205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#1725671080377169205' title='im at a loss too.. =)'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-3835031980846665783</id><published>2006-11-23T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T00:13:01.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>loss...</title><summary type='text'>I had it for less than a month. It was a gift from my special someone. No matter how user-unfriendly it was, I still loved it a lot. How could I have been so careless. Curse and swear the person who took my phone. She better fail all her exams and get expelled this semester. Urgh!One more paper to go. Let's pray I'll pass it. =)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/3835031980846665783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/3835031980846665783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#3835031980846665783' title='loss...'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-7660668611925898604</id><published>2006-11-20T00:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T00:59:03.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy tonight...</title><summary type='text'>Family gatherings seem to be so much fun. Totally enjoyed today. Boyfriend was invited over as well. It seemed as if the quarrel a few days back didn't even happen. I suppose he is just much too tolerating of me. *Smiles.*And I found out today that my 13-year-old cousin is already taller than me. Guess how quick time flies. One moment, he's that pesky brat who irritates the hell out of you and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/7660668611925898604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/7660668611925898604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#7660668611925898604' title='happy tonight...'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-116299678821785260</id><published>2006-11-08T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:52.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy 4th monthsary...</title><summary type='text'>Yay! It's the 4th month already. 1/3 of a year down, 2/3 and more to go! Whee~I thought Boyfriend was going to go for his gym session in Orchard today, and we agreed on meeting in town. At first. But it turned out otherwise. He came down to Boon Lay to meet me instead. How sweet. =)Anyway, we went to Vivocity for the 2nd time. And we still have yet to finish exploring the whole place. Bought </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/116299678821785260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/116299678821785260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116299678821785260' title='happy 4th monthsary...'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-116248616714226551</id><published>2006-11-03T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:51.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cause i'll never be with you..</title><summary type='text'>Missingby: Evanescence(Can you stop the fire?Can you stand to fight herYou can't stop the fireYou won't say the words)Please, please forgive me,But I won't be home again.Maybe someday you'll look up,And, barely conscious, you'll say to no one:"Isn't something missing?"You won't cry for my absence, I know -You forgot me long ago.Am I that unimportant...?Am I so insignificant...?Isn't something </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/116248616714226551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/116248616714226551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116248616714226551' title='cause i&apos;ll never be with you..'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-116248346839813640</id><published>2006-11-02T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:51.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts..</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes, I wonder if it's really over between the both of you. Every now and then, I'll hear it coming out of your mouth, what was really supposed to be the past. What is going on now, is it just a substitute for you? I don't seem to have any answers.I've been told I'm somewhat like the memory that has just passed. Not to mention that all those negative comments are really hitting on where it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/116248346839813640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/116248346839813640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116248346839813640' title='random thoughts..'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-116235413896782284</id><published>2006-11-01T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:51.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lettre d'amour...</title><summary type='text'>Je ne peux pas vous dire ceci souvent, mais je suis vraiment reconnaissant que tu es dans ma vie. Merci pour est si tolérant avec moi, pour tolérer toute ma bêtise. Parfois je veux être juste fâché avec tu, parce qu'alors, tu essaies d'agir mignon et me fait heureux. A fait je tu dis cela, j'aime vos pitreries drôles ?Je reconnais que je suis une personne très têtue, parfois à l'étendue de faire </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/116235413896782284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/116235413896782284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116235413896782284' title='lettre d&apos;amour...'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-116220852373218352</id><published>2006-10-30T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:51.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dunno what to wear for halloween...?</title><summary type='text'>Come! Let the Princess enlighten you. Have fun reading...Costumes By SignAn astrological guide to what to wear this Halloweenby A.K. BoyleHaving trouble coming up with an idea this year? If you're looking for inspiration, check out these costume choices designed to suit your sign. With luck they'll help you with some ideas in time for the big, scary night.Aries in UniformThe Ram likes to be in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/116220852373218352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/116220852373218352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116220852373218352' title='dunno what to wear for halloween...?'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-116206102950583432</id><published>2006-10-29T02:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:50.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for my baby..</title><summary type='text'>사랑합니다 난 난 사랑합니다그대에게 배운 많고 많은 말들 중에이 말 하나 입버릇처럼 나중얼거립니다 혼자 바보처럼미안합니다 참 참 미안합니다뒤늦은 이 말까지 미안하지만염치없이 그댈 기다립니다행여 내일은 돌아올까이 마음끝내 그댄 몰라 올수 없어도그대가 변해 더는난 아니라도불러보고 다시 불러봅니다앵무새처럼 그대 이름그대 사랑만 이렇게</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/116206102950583432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/116206102950583432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116206102950583432' title='for my baby..'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-116186108276970287</id><published>2006-10-26T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:50.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how do you decide...</title><summary type='text'>To decide whether one lives or dies. Now that's a pretty tough choice, isn't it? I didn't expect much from "The Guardian" even though I've heard it's a must watch and all. One has to see for oneself to really judge. Yes?And boy, all I can say is that: this is the best film I've watched this month. Comparing it to "World Trade Center", this is way better. Uh-huh. Two thumbs up, especially since </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/116186108276970287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/116186108276970287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116186108276970287' title='how do you decide...'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-116156608352845529</id><published>2006-10-23T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:49.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goong</title><summary type='text'>Finally finished watching the Goong serial. I feel so satisfied and yay! I simply LOVE happy endings. 나는 "궁"이 좋아한다. I can't wait for season II!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/116156608352845529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/116156608352845529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116156608352845529' title='goong'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-116145480137500325</id><published>2006-10-22T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:49.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>triggered..</title><summary type='text'>It seemed like an earthquake, where one earthquake will trigger a series of earthquakes each triggered by the previous shifts on the fault lines.But thankfully, everything has calmed down already. Smile.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/116145480137500325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/116145480137500325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116145480137500325' title='triggered..'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-116131697043355602</id><published>2006-10-20T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:49.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fish.. or water..</title><summary type='text'>The fish said: "You can't see my tears because I'm in the water."The water said: "I can feel your tears because you are in my heart."~ Shel Silverstein, Book "The Missing Piece" &gt;&gt; 1..At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.[Your loved ones is/are among them.]&gt;&gt; 2..The only reason anyone would ever hate you is because they want to be just like you.[Someone must be jealous about your</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/116131697043355602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/116131697043355602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116131697043355602' title='fish.. or water..'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-116114196585130492</id><published>2006-10-18T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:48.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>screwed up people..</title><summary type='text'>This is a screwed up world, where fcuked up bitches get to roam. How dare you stupid Yalam people accuse me of cheating my boyfriend's money. I can earn my own keep, and definitely make much more than what you bitches earn from doing those few miserable freelance assignments. What makes you think that I would even stoop so low as to cheat his money. And even if I was going to cheat a guy of his </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/116114196585130492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/116114196585130492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116114196585130492' title='screwed up people..'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-116092223153244076</id><published>2006-10-15T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:48.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>is it good or is it good..?</title><summary type='text'>Yay! I got my new phone. LG KG800, better known as LG Chocolate. All thanks to the boyfriend. Loads of hearts and kisses going out to him. *Thanks baby.*I got the white instead of black, for 2 reasons: (1) it looks more feminine and sophisticated, according to Boyfriend; (2) the black one cost $268, while the white one is only $198. Why the price difference? Because Singtel is a cheapskate </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/116092223153244076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/116092223153244076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116092223153244076' title='is it good or is it good..?'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-116040519463680142</id><published>2006-10-09T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:48.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>get to know yourself better..</title><summary type='text'>Do the test over here. =)Your view on yourself:You are intelligent, honest and sweet. You are friendly to everybody and don't like conflict. Because you're so cheerful and fun people are naturally attracted to you and like to talk to you.The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/116040519463680142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/116040519463680142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116040519463680142' title='get to know yourself better..'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-115979969823425071</id><published>2006-10-02T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:47.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm happy again..</title><summary type='text'>He still came down quite early today, though not as early as he said he would. I practically ignored him the whole time while he was at my place. Even reluctantly opened the door for him when he called me to say that he was just outside my door. I knew he felt uneasy being all alone in my room while I went about doing my stuff, and ignoring him. But still.Anyway, all is well now. I even asked him</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115979969823425071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115979969823425071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#115979969823425071' title='i&apos;m happy again..'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-115975053434348178</id><published>2006-10-02T08:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:47.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks..</title><summary type='text'>Thanks a lot for making all those kind of empty talk. And for forsaking me for 3 days in a row. I really appreciate it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115975053434348178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115975053434348178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#115975053434348178' title='thanks..'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-115970531713689372</id><published>2006-10-01T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:47.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>enough is enough..</title><summary type='text'>We all know who the hell is the new Singapore Idol, so why do you need to keep repeating and repeating that particular telecast. Even though most of us know that the title should rightfully be under the other contestant, repeating it would not change the results. Can't you just broadcast other programmes?Pui.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115970531713689372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115970531713689372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#115970531713689372' title='enough is enough..'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-115968301290685317</id><published>2006-10-01T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:46.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lighting up one...</title><summary type='text'>Have a heart. Light a candle @ http://www.lightamillioncandles.com.I've done my part, and it's about time you did too. Peace.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115968301290685317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115968301290685317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#115968301290685317' title='lighting up one...'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-115960968530226443</id><published>2006-09-30T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:46.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 things...</title><summary type='text'>First things first, I got the part-time job as a Wisma Ambassador. Interview was horrendous. Why? Because it was a panel interview. One versus five. Imagine that. Like what the hell? It's just a part-time job, and you're not looking for supermodels or whatsoever. Ridiculous, I tell you. And there's definitely a very anal person among the management. Total bitch. And mind you, BITCH does not stand</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115960968530226443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115960968530226443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115960968530226443' title='3 things...'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-115933681456204361</id><published>2006-09-27T13:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:46.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>will it be over?</title><summary type='text'>Just read that an acquaintance just broke up. It came about as quite a surprise and it got me wondering, when would it be my turn again. It's probably best not to give it a 100% for when you fall, you fall hard. And it would hurt bad. Very bad.Sometimes, I think too much. But if I don't, I won't be prepared. And even if I'm prepared, things might not go my way. I might end up what I thought I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115933681456204361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115933681456204361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115933681456204361' title='will it be over?'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-115931947987914414</id><published>2006-09-27T09:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:45.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mid-week already...</title><summary type='text'>It's time to pull up the socks and start off with the tutorials. Oh, its just this part of school that sucks.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115931947987914414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115931947987914414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115931947987914414' title='mid-week already...'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-115906661417684868</id><published>2006-09-24T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:44.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hyper bowel movement</title><summary type='text'>Which has caused me a sick tummy and painful ass. Horrible diarrhoea made me visit the water closet nearly 5 times in the middle of the night. And it hasn't stopped yet. I'm just praying I won't have to go in the aseo any time soon.And apparently, the Boyfriend's also not feeling well. Seems to be down with a fever and a cold. But kind of contradicting, eh? Oh, nevermind.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115906661417684868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115906661417684868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115906661417684868' title='hyper bowel movement'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-115875765963135001</id><published>2006-09-20T20:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:44.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>revolting..</title><summary type='text'>That's the perfect description for my uncle's wife. It seems like she's desperately trying to rid her house of my granny. It's really disturbing to hear about this. Furthermore, she's a so-called Christian who's undergone baptism. So much for Christinanity teachings huh. My aunt is also a Christian but I've never seen her behave in such a dirty manner as you have. You've totally ruined my image </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115875765963135001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115875765963135001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115875765963135001' title='revolting..'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-115867963693154639</id><published>2006-09-19T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:43.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for the boyfriend...</title><summary type='text'>Damaged~ by: TLCI know I'm kinda strange, to you sometimesDon't always say, what's on my mindYou know that I've been hurt, by some guyBut I don't wanna mess up this timeI might look through your stuff, for what I don't wanna findOr I might just set you up, to see if you're all mineI'm a little paranoid, from what I've been throughDon't know what you got yourself intoAnd I really really really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115867963693154639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115867963693154639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115867963693154639' title='for the boyfriend...'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-115865379595921296</id><published>2006-09-19T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:42.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>imbeciles everywhere!</title><summary type='text'>Yes, I'm angry. Very angry, as a matter of fact. Why has the day been so unfortunate for me? Darn those arseholes. First thing this morning, an idiot spilled his cup of coffee over my purple Adidas bag while I was waiting to pay for my drink. In the first place, why the hell do you have to stand so close to me? And he was freaking ungentlemanly, only knowing how to say the word "sorry". Like if "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115865379595921296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115865379595921296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115865379595921296' title='imbeciles everywhere!'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-115816096656625855</id><published>2006-09-13T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:42.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spreeeeee..</title><summary type='text'>Popped by IKEA after school yesterday to meet momsie and the annoying siblings. And the Boyfriend aka Bangla-worker-for-the-day. Bought quite a few stuff, which includes a cheapo cupboard, wine glasses, batteries, some sort of cooking pot with lots and lots of holes and a plank. The cupboard was quite a hassle. Stupid salesperson. I asked him for the isle to locate the cupboard, not to ask to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115816096656625855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115816096656625855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115816096656625855' title='spreeeeee..'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-115790240342616337</id><published>2006-09-10T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:42.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>retired...</title><summary type='text'>The tongue piercing came off today, under the scrutiny of a rather annoyed Mumsie and a disgruntled and noisy sister who kept saying "WEIIIIII............" since last night. Rather irritating, I tell you. I shall not disclose the reason(s) as to why she kept doing that so that you guys can find her irritating too.Anyway, headed down to the Victoria Theatre for the Japanese Cultural Society's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115790240342616337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115790240342616337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115790240342616337' title='retired...'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-115733872314052663</id><published>2006-09-04T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:42.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back at one..</title><summary type='text'>It's undeniable that we should be togetherIt's unbelievable, how I used to say that I'd fall neverThe basis is need to knowIf you just don't know how I feelThen let me show you now that I'm for realIf all the things in time, time will revealYeahOne, you're like a dream come trueTwo, just wanna be with youThree, girl it's plain to seeThat you're the only one for me andFour, repeat steps one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115733872314052663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115733872314052663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115733872314052663' title='back at one..'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-115730756789686873</id><published>2006-09-04T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:41.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rsaf open house..</title><summary type='text'>Brought the little rascal out to the RSAF Open House 2006. And he sure proved himself to be trouble-maker-to-be. The first model he touched, he caused some metal part of it to 'clang' onto the floor. And thankfully, it was just a life-size model, not a real plane. I think I'd probably have to work there till I die to pay off the amount. But anyway, everything seemed to be in order with a perfect </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115730756789686873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115730756789686873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115730756789686873' title='rsaf open house..'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-115721740309802807</id><published>2006-09-03T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:41.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>watershock 2006..</title><summary type='text'>It really came as quite a shock to all of us. First thing one would expect would be lots of balloons, carnival-like, plenty of interesting things to buy and pamper oneself, food, loads of happy people, games, games and more games. But what we got was - "It's very boring." Like thanks. And it was really really boring. They even got the Nerds to perform rock music. Which is so totally off.I think </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115721740309802807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115721740309802807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115721740309802807' title='watershock 2006..'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-115681836513436798</id><published>2006-08-29T09:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:41.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eventful week..</title><summary type='text'>Headed over to Downtown East over the weekend for Marvin's birthday celebration. He had 2 free tickets into either Wild Wild Wet or Escape and after taking a breather from carrying all the barang-barangs into his secluded chalet, we headed down to the latter for some fun.It's been a long time since I've stepped into Escape and it definitely wasn't as fun as I had wanted but it'll have to do. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115681836513436798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115681836513436798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115681836513436798' title='eventful week..'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-115600005137034966</id><published>2006-08-19T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:40.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost and found..</title><summary type='text'>Lost my precious Sony MP3 to the drain while on my way to meet Boyfriend. What luck! It just slipped out of my hand while I was trying to tighten the earphones' cable around it. Poof, and goodbye. I could only bid it goodbye as I crossed the street, while making a call to Boyfriend to whine about my butter fingers and bad luck. And sadly, all he could do was comfort me through the phone and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115600005137034966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115600005137034966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115600005137034966' title='lost and found..'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-115574319869722014</id><published>2006-08-16T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:40.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you for your love..</title><summary type='text'>Thanks for being so tolerant. I know my behaviour is atrocious sometimes but you've never flared up at me. Even though there was once where I felt a tinge of volcanic eruption but nope, you still kept it in. Oh, how blessed am I to have you by my side, lavishing me with all that love.All these little bits and pieces - how you happily booked tickets for next week's movie, thinking it was screening</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115574319869722014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115574319869722014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115574319869722014' title='thank you for your love..'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-115548286783878312</id><published>2006-08-13T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:39.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy souls~</title><summary type='text'>Slept like a pig, even after breakfast. Woke up at around 3 plus and recieved a call from Boyfriend, asking me whether I had anything on tonight. Obviously not since I've got no life. Hahahaha. Ok, that was meant to be a joke! Not for real. Duh. And he asked me to bring along my Daddy's identity card. Do you know what that means? It practically screams NEW PHONE. How I heart my sweetie pie.Anyway</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115548286783878312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115548286783878312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115548286783878312' title='happy souls~'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-115513996792071419</id><published>2006-08-10T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:39.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthdays..</title><summary type='text'>Happy Birthday Singapore. Happy Birthday Granny. Kudos to mommy dearest for preparing such a sumptous feast today. And boy did I have my fill. Even though the much anticipated crabs were not on the table today, I believe all of us enjoyed dinner very much. Thanks alot mumsie. Just take a look at the spread. Abalone soup, sweet and sour pork ribs, Japanese-style fried chicken, blah blah blah. You </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115513996792071419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115513996792071419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115513996792071419' title='happy birthdays..'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-115504811588813390</id><published>2006-08-08T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:38.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye.</title><summary type='text'>It's really goodbye. I've finally put everything away, tucking away all memories into the infinite depth of my mind. Took the bouquet you gave me for my birthday last year and threw it away into the rubbish bin. From now on, I will cease to think about you, to bitch about you, or to even let your name affect me in any way.You are history.And I'm living for today. For my future.Cheers.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115504811588813390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115504811588813390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115504811588813390' title='goodbye.'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-115485189310825013</id><published>2006-08-06T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:37.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sucky..</title><summary type='text'>School's officially starting tomorrow. And it sucks. Pui.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115485189310825013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115485189310825013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115485189310825013' title='sucky..'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-115484980260440245</id><published>2006-08-05T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:37.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PMS or menopause?</title><summary type='text'>Your behaviour was totally childish. It's not as if you didn't know us. We've been friends for 8 years, going on to 9. I even SMSed you beforehand to inform you. And your 'so many SMS' to me was how many? 2. I don't think either of us failed Maths. Wait, I am quite sure I didn't fail mine. It was just a matter of minutes before I reach and you insisted on going home. Think about others before </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115484980260440245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115484980260440245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115484980260440245' title='PMS or menopause?'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-115472331428819260</id><published>2006-08-05T04:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:36.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>counting my blessings..</title><summary type='text'>This is one of the nicest mails I have seen and is so true:I dreamt that I went to Heaven and an angel was showing me around. We walked side-by-side inside a large workroom filled with angels.My angel guide stopped in front of the first section and said, "This is the Receiving Section. Here, all petitions to God said in prayer are received." I looked around in this area, and it was terribly busy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115472331428819260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115472331428819260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115472331428819260' title='counting my blessings..'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-115423151442901943</id><published>2006-07-30T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:35.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my bazi report...</title><summary type='text'>Personality and CharacterYou hate to fail and do not like to be told what to do or when or how to do it. You will reciprocate those who show their loyalty to you and will share generously with them. You can be unforgiving and vengeful to those who tried to undermine you. A firm and understanding person you can also be a good listener. As a single-minded person you treat a task like a chore and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115423151442901943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115423151442901943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115423151442901943' title='my bazi report...'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-115367604961354035</id><published>2006-07-24T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:34.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>who...? me??</title><summary type='text'>Boyfriend told me yesterday that he heard of me before even knowing me. Goes to show how small this industry can be huh? He was wondering who this girl by the name of Huiyan was, and how she kind of made the company go kuku. And end up, she's his girlfriend now.Hmmm. Now I'm wondering what other things has he heard about me before knowing me. I'm gonna dig them all out. Apparently I'm being </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115367604961354035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115367604961354035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115367604961354035' title='who...? me??'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-115333355374354869</id><published>2006-07-20T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:34.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel so blessed..</title><summary type='text'>Just got home from hanging out with the sweetest guy I've ever known. Pampered with loads of love and tender loving care. I'm so blessed to have him there with me and for tolerating with my nonsensical rubbish and princess temperament.Got a sweet bouquet of roses from him, sponsership to do something that I've always wanted to do, and watched my first R(A) show with him. I even got talent scouted</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115333355374354869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115333355374354869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115333355374354869' title='i feel so blessed..'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-115323960652226158</id><published>2006-07-19T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:33.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its my birthday!!</title><summary type='text'>Happy birthday to me! Happy birthday to me! Happy birthday to MeEeEeE~~ Happy birthday to ME!!Yes! I'm officially 21 years old. Woot! R21 movies, here I come! Yay!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115323960652226158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115323960652226158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115323960652226158' title='its my birthday!!'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-115319539603568133</id><published>2006-07-18T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:33.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birth of a slut..</title><summary type='text'>Losers are all over. C'mon. You're a man so why can't you just get over it? The world won't stop revolving just because of you. And inciting your buddies to turn their backs against me isn't exactly the best solution to your childishness. Fancy keeping an SMS for 4 months, just to keep reminding you of a break-up. Like what I always say to my kids, "Be a man. Do the right thing." And for God's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115319539603568133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115319539603568133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115319539603568133' title='birth of a slut..'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-115311712047450346</id><published>2006-07-17T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:25.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 lessons learned from Superman...</title><summary type='text'>10 Life and Leadership Lessons I Learned from SupermanBy Eric TaylorFor many, the actor who epitomized the character "Superman" is Christopher Reeve, and as millions know, at the height of his career he suffered a tragic accident that left him totally paralyzed, unable to care for himself or, initially, even to breathe unassisted.With the support of his wife, Dana, Chris persevered and battled </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115311712047450346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115311712047450346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115311712047450346' title='10 lessons learned from Superman...'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-115307580745759044</id><published>2006-07-16T05:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:25.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>perfect</title><summary type='text'>Kudos to mom for helping me prepare such a wonderful feast for my party and thanks to all those who turned up. I love each and everyone of you people! And you know it!The party was pretty much a success though some people who were supposed to turn up didn't appear. But oh well. It's not my loss. I had fun. Yea, party rocks!Received a whole bunch of presents and boy! So many were things that I was</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115307580745759044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115307580745759044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115307580745759044' title='perfect'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-115289290252918984</id><published>2006-07-14T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:24.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back!</title><summary type='text'>I just got back from camp today and boy, I did not enjoy myself. Going into the campsite early was such a bad idea. A few female colleagues kind of "blacklisted" me. Damn, do I hate being ostracised. And all because of who? A guy who just couldn't get over the fact that I dumped him. What a loser. Package comes complete with loser friends.Luckily, I'm in the frequency with those of a higher level</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115289290252918984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115289290252918984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115289290252918984' title='back!'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-115245991287269461</id><published>2006-07-09T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:24.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>never was anything great achieved without danger</title><summary type='text'>One day while walking down the street, a highly successful Human Resources Manager was tragically hit by a bus and she died. Her soul arrived up in heaven where she was met at the Pearly Gates by St. Peter himself."Welcome to Heaven," said St. Peter. "Before you get settled in though, it seems we have a problem. You see, strangely enough, we've never once had a Human Resources Manager make it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115245991287269461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115245991287269461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115245991287269461' title='never was anything great achieved without danger'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-115241417102876895</id><published>2006-07-09T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:24.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a brand new beginning</title><summary type='text'>I also have no idea when did it started. I suppose it was on Wednesday, the 5th of July? But I have no idea whether I am truely ready for it. Will I be happy? Will I be sad? Till now, things have been going pretty well. Let's just pray that it'll get even better.And I'm just so excited! In less than a week, I'll be having my 21st birthday celebration! Yahoo! I just can't wait for it. I've got </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115241417102876895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115241417102876895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115241417102876895' title='a brand new beginning'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-115211522042824958</id><published>2006-07-05T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:24.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thrilled</title><summary type='text'>In less than 2 weeks! Oh my god! I just can't wait for it to happen. Started messaging my friends and ex-colleagues today. Will be informing people from camp next week when I'm there. I'm just so excited. Oh yea baby. Bring it on. *smirks*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115211522042824958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115211522042824958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115211522042824958' title='thrilled'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-115193246713782369</id><published>2006-07-03T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:23.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday!!</title><summary type='text'>Yes!! My 21st birthday is just around the corner. And I'm already feeling the pressure of being labeled 'old'. There are so many things that I've got to do. Draw up the invitation cards, start calling people, order the buffet and the birthday cake, roam around shopping centres to see what do I want for my birthday. Oh my oh my. It's going to be a very busy time. Plus, I haven't gotten my pay from</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115193246713782369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115193246713782369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115193246713782369' title='birthday!!'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-115124816725967342</id><published>2006-06-25T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:23.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><summary type='text'>"Yayyayyay!" Do I sound like Huishi...? Hahaha. Ok. That was just to poke fun at her. I'm going camp tomorrow too. But I'm the least bit excited. It's just work again. Just that I'll get to mingle with the fun people again for a whole week. *smirks*Ciao.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115124816725967342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115124816725967342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115124816725967342' title=':)'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-115110710263279934</id><published>2006-06-24T07:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:23.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>self-worth</title><summary type='text'>A well-known speaker started off his seminar by holding up a $20.00 bill. In the room of 200, he asked, "Who would like this $20 bill?"Hands started going up.He said, "I am going to give this $20 to one of you but first, let me do this."He proceeded to crumple up the $20 dollar bill.He then asked, "Who still wants it?"Still the hands were up in the air.Well, he replied, "What if I do this?"And he</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115110710263279934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115110710263279934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115110710263279934' title='self-worth'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-115099870139057495</id><published>2006-06-23T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:22.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just thinking</title><summary type='text'>It could have been a year but sadly, it was not meant to be. Thinking back, I realised I made a few mistakes that I should have avoided. That very downfall cost me other important things that I should have put to priority. And now, Defeat brings about a whole new meaning to Life.I browsed through a huge pile of pictures over the Internet and within my hard drives. Found out I can be quite an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115099870139057495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115099870139057495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115099870139057495' title='just thinking'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-115095002342517012</id><published>2006-06-22T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:22.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unforbidden love</title><summary type='text'>Yes, indeed I'm loving something that I'm not allowed to. My tongue piercing. Got it done on Sunday and hurriedly rushed off to camp before mom even says anything but what have you? A sister who happily told her about it and I got yelled at over the phone. Haa. Can't really blame her though.Oh well. Life still goes on. Even though it's very dry these few days. I'm just so bored. And waiting for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115095002342517012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115095002342517012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115095002342517012' title='unforbidden love'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-115047953918942703</id><published>2006-06-17T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:21.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nostalgia</title><summary type='text'>I'm so weak and I'm a person of so many fears. Until now I hadn't known that, I had lived on not knowing before you left me that is.My heart is as cold as ice and in the end, this love was worthless in the face of separation. Why did you want me? Why did you live inside of me? The more I study you, the more I hate you.Although I love you everyday. Although I miss you, even if I try to stop my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115047953918942703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115047953918942703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115047953918942703' title='nostalgia'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-115027664472817944</id><published>2006-06-14T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:21.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet</title><summary type='text'>A girl asked a guy if he thought she was pretty.He said, "No."She asked him if he would want to be with her forever.And he said, "No."She then asked him if she were to leave, would he cry.And once again he replied with a "No."She had heard enough.As she walked away, tears were streaming down her face. The boy then grabbed her arm and said..."You're not pretty, you're beautiful.I don't want to be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115027664472817944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115027664472817944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115027664472817944' title='sweet'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-115022225491372813</id><published>2006-06-14T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:21.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bullied</title><summary type='text'>Went out with Alex, Andrew, Mark and Marvin for the 2nd time in two days. Watched the movie "Cars" with them yesterday at Plaza Singapura and today, soccer at Bencoolen's Kopitiam. Korea vs Togo. Korea won. Yay!"Oh.. Pil seung COREA! Oh.. Pil seung COREA! Oh.. Pil seung COREA! Oh oh oh oh oh!! Dae Han Min Guk!!"The South Africans were pretty rowdy but I must say that they provided quite a lot of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115022225491372813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115022225491372813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115022225491372813' title='bullied'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-115016591961954401</id><published>2006-06-13T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:21.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my cinderella story</title><summary type='text'>In your Cinderella story, you'd get to Kiss the PrinceYou don't need the pouffy dress, the fancy hair, or the 3-inch glass heels. A romantic soul like you just wants a guy who's a true companion, a good friend, a real prince. And if he's hot? All the better. But ultimately, you know that home is where the heart is. Which is probably why you surround yourself with good friends you can take care of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115016591961954401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115016591961954401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115016591961954401' title='my cinderella story'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-115008101841262313</id><published>2006-06-12T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:20.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kayaker</title><summary type='text'>I'm back from my kayaking one and two star course and darn. I'm aching all over. From face to body to arms to legs. Argh! Paddled over 6 hours on Saturday and nearly another 6 hours on Sunday. Arms, face and legs are burnt, muscles are sore and joints are aching. Ouch.Watched soccer yesterday night too. Serbia vs Holland. And I won 10 bucks. *smirks* And tonight is Korea's match if I'm not wrong.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115008101841262313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115008101841262313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115008101841262313' title='kayaker'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-115004352861044950</id><published>2006-06-11T06:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:20.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>out of boredom</title><summary type='text'>The Lovers of the HeartIn order to form a more perfect kiss, enable the mighty hug to promote to whom we please but one kiss.Article 1:Statement of Love: The KissKiss on the handI adore youKiss on the cheekI just want to be friendsKiss on the neckI want youKiss on the lipsI love youKiss on the earsI am just playingKiss anywhere elseLet's not get too carried awayLook in your eyesKiss mePlaying </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115004352861044950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/115004352861044950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115004352861044950' title='out of boredom'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-114977894944663588</id><published>2006-06-08T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:20.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in search of...</title><summary type='text'>Find a guy, who calls you beautiful instead of hot.   Who calls you back when you hang up on him.   Who will stay awake just to watch you sleep.Wait for the guy who kisses your forehead.   Who wants to show you off to the world when you are in your sweats.   Who holds your hand in front of his friends.Wait for the one who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares about you and how lucky he</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/114977894944663588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/114977894944663588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114977894944663588' title='in search of...'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-114961450765620146</id><published>2006-06-07T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:19.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>people change</title><summary type='text'>Yes. People do change. People change and they forget to tell one another. I suppose we just don't feel obliged enough to inform those around us. Because changing is part and parcel of life. No one will remain the same from birth till death. One very obvious part is just the simple fact that, we all grow.I think I've changed. For good or for worse, it's up to each individual to decide. I can't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/114961450765620146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/114961450765620146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114961450765620146' title='people change'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-114935140061785478</id><published>2006-06-03T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:19.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>missed me??</title><summary type='text'>Hahaha. What a way to title this post but heck. It's been a long time and I sure do miss a lot of things. Time just passes by you while being away at camps. Sometimes I don't even recall what day it is. Just did a series of 4 back-to-back camps last week and finished yet another one yesterday. And boy, I'm damn tired.But what to do? I'm just so in love with camping. Might be going off for another</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/114935140061785478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/114935140061785478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114935140061785478' title='missed me??'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-114757594424002945</id><published>2006-05-14T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:18.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ongoing celebrations</title><summary type='text'>Just got back from Kenny's 21st birthday chalet. It has been a long time since I met the bunch of people. Unhappy things kind of happened but thank God, it didn't dampen the mood. All were still merry and good. I'm just waiting for the pictures to be sent to me. It sucks when you don't have your own camera with you, having to wait for others to upload the pictures and all. I've gotta go get mine </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/114757594424002945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/114757594424002945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114757594424002945' title='ongoing celebrations'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-114737430590303634</id><published>2006-05-12T02:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:18.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>桃花运...? 懊恼...</title><summary type='text'>This thing is getting out of hand. It's somehow getting on my nerves. Haa.And also just this afternoon, while we brought the Dunman High students to Jusco, the new mall in Johor Bahru which is currently the largest, I got a rather weird experience. I was just roaming around the mall with a fellow camp instructor before our shift duty and my eyes just somehow landed on the Quiksilver shop there. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/114737430590303634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/114737430590303634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114737430590303634' title='桃花运...? 懊恼...'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-114735366017456194</id><published>2006-05-11T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:18.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dunman high 2006 camp</title><summary type='text'>"Lala lala.. Shiok shiok!" These are the only words that I can use to descibe Dunman High School's Secondary 3 Level Camp 2006.I love my CHOCOLATE dudes and babes. They rock. This is my best camp so far, even though I wanted to leave on the first day when I saw some other people there. But I'm glad I didn't do so because I really, really enjoyed this camp. Except for the multiple mozzie bites I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/114735366017456194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/114735366017456194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114735366017456194' title='dunman high 2006 camp'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-114701167449723604</id><published>2006-05-08T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:18.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shoe whore</title><summary type='text'>I am such a slave to beautiful shoes. Went to Bugis today with my sister, with absolutely no intention of buying anything. But things turned out otherwise. Bought 2 beautiful pairs of shoes - a pair of boots and a pair of flats. Boy, they are such beauties.Now let's have a look at them.Here are the beautiful brown pumps with glitter details. And if you looked closely, there is a little flower </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/114701167449723604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/114701167449723604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114701167449723604' title='shoe whore'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-114698319002020368</id><published>2006-05-07T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:17.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>july baby</title><summary type='text'>JULYFun to be with.Secretive.Difficult to fathom and to be understood.Quiet unless excited or tensed.Takes pride in oneself.Has reputation.Easily consoled.Honest.Concerned about people's feelings.Tactful.Friendly.Approachable.Emotional temperamental and unpredictable.Moody and easily hurt.Witty and sparkly.Spazzy at times.Not revengeful.Forgiving but never forgets.Dislikes nonsensical and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/114698319002020368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/114698319002020368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114698319002020368' title='july baby'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-114697741043867440</id><published>2006-05-07T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:17.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored..</title><summary type='text'>Do you guys know that, Singapore has a hot-air balloon already? Well, I do. It's been there for quite a while already. Anyway, I was so bored at home the other day and so I went to the kitchen to rummage through the fridge which watching TV. Coincidentally, the hot-air balloon was, what do you term it? Rising? Guess that shall be the word for it. Here's a picture I took using my handphone.And if </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/114697741043867440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/114697741043867440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114697741043867440' title='bored..'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-114694347092232171</id><published>2006-05-07T03:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:17.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a series of unfortunate events</title><summary type='text'>Boy, am I pissed with how I spent the past few days. Or rather, how I was forced to spend the past few days. Urgh! How down can a girl's luck get? Utterly pissed. I hate how I couldn't change how things turned out.Warning: The following entry is a release of pent-up frustrations over the past two or three days. DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT read if you feel uncomfortable reading lengthy posts. I'm not</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/114694347092232171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/114694347092232171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114694347092232171' title='a series of unfortunate events'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-114663221819517680</id><published>2006-05-03T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:17.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>slow dance</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever watched kidsOn a merry-go-round?Or listened to the rainSlapping on the ground?Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?You better slow down.Don't dance so fast.Time is short.The music won't last.Do you run through each dayOn the fly?When you ask "How are you?"Do you hear the reply?When the day is doneDo you lie in your bedWith the next </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/114663221819517680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/114663221819517680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114663221819517680' title='slow dance'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-114650617935073506</id><published>2006-05-02T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:16.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>speechless</title><summary type='text'>I am speechless. Absolutely speechless. Which explains why I'm typing cause I can't speak right now.I was happily walking into my room after watching "Pretty Woman" on Channel 5. Classic, I tell ya. I love that movie. But.. some things just has to spoil my mood. Spoil the happy mood of a girl who was walking back to her room, looking forward to enjoying the aircon and just snuggling up in her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/114650617935073506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/114650617935073506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114650617935073506' title='speechless'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-114632960715680393</id><published>2006-04-30T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:16.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some people</title><summary type='text'>Some people just never know when to shut their bitch-trap up. Some people never consider the consequences of things they do in a moment of bitch-folly. Some people just like to taunt others to do things that they know will not benefit them in any way. Some people just like to think they're way smarter than others just cause they are better language-wise. If you're that smart, I'd like to see you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/114632960715680393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/114632960715680393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114632960715680393' title='some people'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-114619761778450253</id><published>2006-04-28T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:16.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hongkong trip</title><summary type='text'>I think mom's most probably planning a trip over to Hong Kong this June holidays. I'm on the 'I-don't-wanna-go' mode. Why? Because I'm broke. Dead broke as a matter of fact.Everything seems to be hidden behind a mist all of a sudden. I guess it is all just a matter of time. For now, I'll just get this last paper over and done with. Just hope all will turn out well for me. Haa..I'm outta here. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/114619761778450253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/114619761778450253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114619761778450253' title='hongkong trip'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313820.post-114614253377642912</id><published>2006-04-27T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:15.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>up and running!!</title><summary type='text'>yep!! blog's up and running alrd!!just a few minor glitches here and there..but overall.. its good! yay~thanks to those who made this skin a success!woot~                                         back to studying!!last paper tmr.. CHIONG AR!!* look at these stuff.. ** isnt it neat...? *</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/114614253377642912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6313820/posts/default/114614253377642912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzluv.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114614253377642912' title='up and running!!'/><author><name>princess hyuain ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700016978156527473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/37/33/2653373/135798634l.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
